if I’m a horrible lover. I waited before, and it was because I wanted to make sure I was in love. And look where it got me.”
I push the wet hair out of her face. “Ain’t gonna happen, sweetheart. If you want to wait, you should.”
She let out a nervous laugh. “But I already—”
“Fuck that. You’re allowed to make a mistake. But you don’t need to settle. There are about ten million guys in this country that would happily and easily take you to bed, and I bet every single one of them could make you come. You don’t need the prick. What you don’t seem to get through your head is you’re worth waiting for. Just stop hiding behind those glasses and shine that little light, and you’ll see that men all over will be panting for you.”
“But . . . I don’t care about them. I want . . .”
I lower my head to kiss each cheek. “How about this. Just relax. You don’t gotta do nothin’, killer. You did that whole course, so you deserve a little rest. Let me take care of everything. Okay?”
She nods slowly. She looks like she’s about to protest, so I put a finger up to her lips.
I replace it with my mouth, nibbling at the pretty pink rosebud of her lips. She sighs against me, relaxing, her hands wrapping around my neck. “That’s right. Hold on to me, baby.”
She meets my tongue, tentatively pushing hers inside as I drag my hand down the terry cloth–covered curve of her hip to her bare thigh. I reach for the sensitive skin between her legs, and she gasps.
“Ain’t nothing you got to do but spread your legs for me,” I tell her as I kiss her, my mouth traveling over her chin, down her jaw, to her earlobe. I take it into my mouth and suck as I part her legs, slowly moving upward. Her skin is so damn soft and untouched, and I’m going fucking mad at the thought of being there. But this is for her. I stroke my way through downy-soft hair between her legs, finding her slit.
She shudders, her eyes widening.
“Shh. Anything you don’t want, you tell me to stop.” I delve a finger between the warm, wet folds. Yes, she’s so wet for me already. I won’t believe she can’t come. When I find her clit, she lifts off the bed, bucking her hips a little.
“Oh.” Her breathing is coming harder now, and she looks like a goddess before me. All I want to do is watch her. As much as I’ve wanted her, fucking her isn’t my goal anymore. Now I think I’ll be sated by getting her the release she needs, seeing her lose control at my hands.
I start to move my finger in light circles over her clit, and now she’s closing her eyes and biting her lip and getting into the feeling. I lean over and lick at her throat, making my way down to the tops of her breasts as they heave along with the motion of my hand. “That good, sweetheart?”
“Yes. Very.” I feel her every muscle tensing, something coiling inside her that’s readying to explode.
I slowly tug the towel off her perky breasts and suck one hardened nipple into my mouth as she groans. Then I gently push a finger inside her, applying pressure to her clit with the pad of my thumb. Seconds later, she throws herself forward, fisting the towel, breathing out all the air in her lungs. Her pussy contracts again and again on my finger, hard as hell. And holy god, she’s fucking gorgeous as she comes, her face all rosy and her eyes all smoky and sexy.
I lean toward her ear and murmur, “See? You’re perfect.”
She falls back onto the bed, looser and more relaxed than I’ve ever seen her. “Oh my god. You did that so fast. And I can’t feel my toes.” It’s fucking delicious, how sexy she is, lying naked and flat across the bed, wiggling her feet. She suddenly sits up on her elbows and looks at me. “Done that a lot, have you?”
I shrug. “I told you. There ain’t nothing wrong with you.”
“I can’t believe it. All this time I thought I couldn’t, and . . .” She’s babbling again. Somewhere in there, her sense of shame comes back, because she tightens the towel around her body and gives me a sheepish look. “What do we do next?”