head enough to take her mouth with mine, my hands working her breasts while she runs her palms along my sides and to my back, finally reaching inside the back of my jeans and tracing from the curve of my ass and hips to the front. Her fingertips graze along the tip of my dick and it flexes from the slight touch, causing me to growl against her mouth. Her lips smile against mine. She’s proud of her control. So much for vulnerable.
She easily unsnaps my jeans, pulling on the open waistband to bring my zipper down fast. When her hand reaches in and wraps around my width, I shiver in response, my cock flexing again. Lowering myself in front of her, I kiss my way down her neck and the center of her chest until my mouth finds the perfect hard tip of her breast. I clutch it with my teeth, rougher than I probably should, but she seems to like it. My tongue flicks against it a few times before my hands snake around her legs and lift her ass so I can spin her and carry her to my bed.
With one hand, I reach to toss away my total bachelor-style blanket before setting her down atop my deep blue sheets. Her body is like snow against the deep color, like the stars that were just moments ago bright in the navy sky. I allow myself a pause to look down at her, one knee on the bed between her legs, her arms bunching up the pillow above her head while a wanting smile turns up the corners of her mouth.
She hums.
I obey.
I’ve never had a girl in my room. I’ve had girls, but never in a way that was so slow and perfect and matching every fantasy I’ve had. I want to take my time, but every nerve in my body wants to rush. And then she groans and rocks her hips, still cloaked under the rest of her dress.
Not wanting to ruin her trust, I step to the table next to my bed and take out a condom. I hold it up, meeting her gaze with a question. She reaches out to take the foil packet from me, tears it open and hands it back.
I’m genuinely nervous. Every ounce of bravado that has ever come before is gone; the only thing left is a nervous young man standing before the most beautiful girl in the world, desperate to be hers completely on her birthday.
Moving back to the end of the bed, I hold the open packet in my teeth while I push down my jeans and boxers, stepping out of them before pulling out the condom and rolling it on. My heated gaze begins at her breasts and trails down to the space between her knees, which open when I look at them. I lower myself to my knees and run my palms up her bare thighs, collecting the fabric of her dress along the way. Once I reach the top along her waist, I curl my fingers and drag the black cloth down the length of her, her curves like the soothing waves of a crystal ocean, kissed by the sun. Her black lace panties barely hide a thing, her skin smooth and shaven, a small gold stud fitted in the skin below her belly button.
I touch the stud with my finger, then travel lower until my hand runs along the edge of the lace, dipping lower along the soaking wet cotton strip between her legs. I push it to the side and dip my finger inside her, reveling in the way her body curls from my touch. I push into her again, causing her to moan and her hips to rock.
Unable to stand not being inside her any longer, I slide both hands to her hips and curl my fingers into the lacy straps along her hips, rolling her panties down her hips and legs until she’s able to kick them away. Her pink skin is swollen, dusted with a small strip of hair that begs to be kissed. I bend down, holding myself above her hips, just so I can press a kiss against her soft center, dragging my tongue along her swollen pussy just once before pulling her legs down the length of the bed so she’s poised and ready for me to enter.
“Tell me you want this,” I say, needing to hear it for my own ego.