Instead, I did as he asked.
The comforter felt rough against my skin. But the air itself felt coarse against my skin. Because I’d never been this naked—truly naked—in my life.
I expected Heath to cover his body with mine, or at least start undressing, but instead, he knelt at the side of the bed, never taking his eyes from mine.
His hand circled my ankle and lifted my leg, working the straps of my wedges so they fell to the floor with a resounding thump. He continued upward from my ankles so slowly it was torture, I felt like I was coming apart from my skin but unable to move.
I inhaled roughly as his hands got to the top of my thighs and his thumb brushed against the apex of my legs, right above that magical spot that was all but crying out for his attention, for a release.
My entire body reacted to the barely-there touch.
Violently.
I almost lost it all then. Just from his hand brushing me.
I’d had orgasms before. All but one self-induced. The one was only because the boy in question had done extensive research on the female anatomy and obviously learned nothing from that, but was very open to direction.
So I knew what it felt like.
But the soft brush of his thumb against me showed me that I knew nothing. Not a damn thing.
“Heath,” I whispered, my voice raspy and thin.
His eyes darkened. “Like that, Sunshine,” he murmured, moving his hands up the side of my thighs so they were fastened on the edges of my panties. “You breathing my name when I’m close enough to taste how much you want me. How sweet your pussy’s gonna be.”
My core spasmed from just those words. Words pushing me closer to the edge.
Heath purposefully moved his eyes from mine to the triangle of lace covering me. Another nudge toward the edge.
My heartbeat was thunder inside my chest. A fricking earthquake inside my bones.
Then he moved his hands down my sides. And since my panties were clutched in his grip, they came too. Instinctively, I lifted my hips up slightly so he could get them down.
He let out another strangled hiss.
Because he couldn’t speak.
Because of what I was doing to him. Upon first glance, him being fully clothed and me being naked on the bed would’ve seemed like an obvious exchange of power. I’d assumed that he held it all, until that moment. It was me. Naked, and at his mercy, I had the power. Power to make his body so tight he was shaking with the force of making his movements so small and tender.
Power to make his gaze turn animalistic with the need for me.
And power to literally take the words from his mouth when I exposed myself to him. His eyes were fastened on my core as he moved my panties down my legs.
It should’ve been embarrassing, uncomfortable to have a man so close to a place that hadn’t been intimately inspected in such a way...well, ever. A place that was hidden and personal, sacred.
But it wasn’t.
Because his gaze told me that he considered it just that. Sacred.
He was literally on his knees in front of me.
Like he was fricking worshipping me.
Me.
His hands were up at my hips and he dragged me across the bed until my legs rested on his shoulders and I was inches away from his mouth. The apex of my hips was right in his fricking face.
My body was an inferno.
Heath moved his gaze from in between my legs to my eyes.
My thighs clenched instinctively from that gaze, from this whole fricking situation.
“Gonna bet you taste sweeter than you look,” he rasped.
And then he put his mouth there.
Like right fricking there.
Again, boys had tried to put it there. But they didn’t know where there was, or what to do with it. It just turned into an awkward and unsatisfying act.
I cried out the second Heath put his mouth on me.
My hands fisted the comforter to the point I feared I might rip the fabric apart. I’d thought he was worshipping me with his eyes.
I was so fricking wrong.
I didn’t know worship until he worked his mouth against me.
My climax came fast and hard. Hard enough for stars to invade my vision, my body, to the point I must’ve blacked out because as soon as I started to come back to earth, his fingers were inside me, gentle and expertly working me back up, back down, back somewhere beautiful and almost unbearable at the same time.
His eyes were locked against mine the entire time his mouth was working me to release, that was something one could only call life-shattering.
Not only did he give me something I’d thought was a myth, but he watched me lose control, completely unravel. There was something intimate about that. More intimate than his mouth on me, his fingers inside me.
Something that added yet another layer to whatever this was.
But something that was pushed away at the same time Heath gently, tenderly pushed my spent body backward, so I was once again splayed on the bed.
He stood.
I blinked him into stark focus.
In another blink, his tee was off, and I was completely and fully lucid. A torso like that would turn Charlie Cheswick lucid.
I’d known he’d have a great body, because, well, I had eyes. But seeing a hint of it covered in clothes was impactful enough. Actually gazing upon his sculpted abs, his defined pecs, the wide shoulders and muscled biceps was something else.
But there was something else.
Because I expected him to be smooth, like his pressed exterior. And the skin I’d seen had been smooth. Like granite. But dotted around his torso were puckered pieces of flesh, where something had violently torn through his flesh, scarring it forever.
He told me about his violent life.
He wore it behind his eyes.
But it was something else entirely to see the evidence of it on his skin.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, because somehow the ugliness of whatever had marked him only made him more so.
If he was one of those men who took offense to being called beautiful because it threatened his masculinity, he didn’t show it.
Wearing a pink fricking teddy and matching shoes wouldn’t threaten his masculinity.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, his eyes feasting on me lying there, naked, propped up on my elbows.
“Unbutton your pants,” I commanded.
His mouth turned up, but he was still in intense alpha male mode, so a full-on grin wasn’t possible. “You telling me what to do too, Sunshine?” he asked.
I nodded. “Turnabout’s fair play.”
The mouth turn disappeared as he kicked off his boots and did as I asked. I itched to be as cool and erotic as him and not take my eyes off his when he did so. But I wasn’t. I was greedy. I wanted to imprint every part of his body onto my memory. And he was hotter than any man I’d seen in real life. And he was undressing.
For me.
So yeah, I was looking at the goods when he took his pants off.
And his underwear.
My stomach clenched when he was naked, oh so gloriously naked in front of me.
Naked and hard.
I wasn’t a stranger to this specific male appendage. I’d seen them up close, and been kind of, underwhelmed with them. Plus, they weren’t exactly...nice to look at.
I wasn’t underwhelmed right now. Heath standing in front of me, naked after just making me orgasm in a way I never thought possible was beyond purely nice. As was his manhood that was easily the most impressive I’d ever seen in my young life.