my lungs in a rush, but I locked down every muscle except my dick. He was throbbing, and there was nothing I could do about it. “We don’t have to have sex for me to show you just how good it can be for you.”
“Are you telling me no?” A playful spark lit in those beautiful blue eyes. It wasn’t like she couldn’t feel exactly how much I wanted her against her thigh.
“I’m telling you that I don’t want you to feel rushed or like you have some point to prove.” What we had was too important to fuck up.
“Huh.” She rolled to her side, then arched her hips, shimmying out of her skirt.
Legs. Holy, fucking legs. They were lean and toned and went on for days. I was still staring at them, awestruck, when she rose up on her knees and unfastened her bra, dropping it to the floor with the rest of her clothes. “Do I look rushed to you?” she asked, tilting her head.
“You look…incredible,” I managed to answer. Her breasts were high and firm, with rose-colored nipples that were already pearled into hard tips.
My mouth watered as I sat up.
She lifted her hands to her hair, pulling out a few long pins and dropping those, too. Her hair fell, long, dark, and luscious, to shield her breasts as she shook the tresses free.
“Do I sound like I have a point to prove?” She leaned forward, grabbed the fabric of my shirt, and lifted it over my head. Her indrawn breath made me feel like a fucking god as her gaze skimmed the lines of my torso. “Wow, Jansen…” Her fingertips traced the lines of my pecs.
“You sound like a woman who knows exactly what she wants.” I caught her hands against my chest, trapping them there. If she went any farther south, this would be over way before I wanted.
“Good. Now use that flawless body of yours and show me what I’ve been missing out on.” She brought her mouth to mine and traced the seam of my lips with her tongue.
I pounced, taking her beneath me as I kissed her breathless. My hands shaped the soft mounds of her breasts, my thumbs teasing her nipples as our kiss blazed out of control, taking on an urgency that made my heart pound.
“I’m going to make you come so hard so you won’t be able to say my name without getting wet,” I promised, moving from her mouth to her breasts.
“Promises,” she teased, then gasped as I sucked one peak into my mouth and worshipped it with my tongue and lips.
“I can’t wait to taste every inch of you.” I moved to the other breast so I could give it the same attention. Taking my time, I lingered until both of her nipples were swollen and sensitive before moving down the plane of her stomach.
Her fingers tangled in my hair as I learned her curves with my hands and mouth, leaving none of her skin untouched. When I reached her white, lace thong, I hooked my fingers through the flimsy straps at her hips and looked up into her eyes.
She nodded and arched.
I dragged the scrap of fabric down those impossibly long legs, then began working my way back up, kneading and stroking the muscles of her calves, her knees, her thighs. I grazed over the sweet cleft of her pussy, but didn’t give her what she wanted until she was an undulating, panting mass of need.
“Jansen,” she pled, tugging on my hair.
“What do you want, baby?” I kissed her inner thigh and leaned hard into the bed, hoping my dick would get the not-so-subtle message that it wasn’t play time. Not yet.
“Get up here and touch me!” She tugged again.
“I like it right where I am.” I kept my eyes locked on hers as I spread her thighs wider, settling them over my shoulders. Then I leaned forward and ran my tongue over her pussy.
She cried out, her hips bucking. “Oh my God.”
“Eyes on me.” The command was soft, but she followed it. My tongue skimmed the opening of her pussy, and then I licked up to her clit, giving it a flick.
She gasped, rolling her hips.
“Feel that? It’s only going to get better,” I promised with another tongued circle around that tight little bud. “You taste so damned sweet, London.” Honey and citrus slid down my throat as I lapped at her.