“Oh,” she said quietly, her body tipping towards mine. Her hand fisted my too-long hair as I slowly kissed her breast. She wasn’t afraid of me. I could tell by the way she melted into my body.
Her skin was velvet to my touch. I slid one palm down to her belly, pausing to admire the pretty taper of her waist. When I rested my fingers on the button of her shorts, she didn’t flinch. “Is it time to remove these?” I whispered, tracing a lazy circle over her tummy.
“Okay,” she answered. “But then you have to take yours off. I can’t be the only one undressed.”
“That’s really not a problem for me.” I chuckled. Then I dropped Kira’s shorts to the floor, and her panties with them.
Damn. Kira naked. This was the one beautiful Maine view that I never thought I’d see.
For a moment, I could only stare at the sleek curve of her hips, and the trim little triangle of hair between her tan legs.
It was too overwhelming to stay there, eye level with her chest. So I stood, popping the button on my shorts, pushing them down. I dropped them onto the floor, along with my boxer briefs. Naked myself now, my arousal kicked up another notch.
Easy, I coached myself. Slow.
Lying down, I positioned myself on my back. For a long moment, Kira only stared at my body. I saw her swallow roughly, and just as I began to wonder if she was going to back out, she moved quickly, sliding onto the bed beside me. Instinctively, I rolled closer.
She stiffened. “Wait. I’m not ready.”
Jonas, you asshole. As quickly as if I’d been stung, I rolled away, lying beside her again on the bed. I made sure to put a few inches between us, not touching her at all. Then I took one of her smooth hands in mine, drawing it up to my lips to kiss her knuckles. “I know that, sweetness. We’re just warming up, here, okay?”
“Okay,” she breathed.
“In fact, there’s not going to be any sex until the moment you say so. Got it?”
“Yeah.”
I closed my eyes and counted silently to ten. I opened them again, taking measure of her gaze. Those beautiful gray eyes were steady. “For now, we’re only going to make out. So come here and kiss me.” I smiled at her as calmly as I could manage, even as my heart rate soared. I wanted to make her happy. I wanted that so damned badly it hurt.
As commanded, Kira scooted closer. I cupped her sweet jaw in one hand and kissed her. When I felt her tongue probe my mouth again, and her body relax into my kisses, I pulled back once more, squeezing her hand. “Now, you put my hand wherever I’m allowed to touch you.”
Kira blew out a little nervous breath, and then brought my fingertips onto her breast.
“Mmm…” I said against her tongue as my palm cupped the soft swell. I slid my thumb over her nipple, and it pebbled under my touch. We kissed, and I let my hand stroke her smooth breast. I’d waited so long for this moment, and I hadn’t even allowed myself to hope that it would arrive.
With a small sigh, Kira gave my hand a little shove farther down her body. I let my palm rest precisely where she’d put it—right over her belly button. I did not even spread my fingers. Instead, I only deepened our kiss, sliding my tongue over hers until Kira purred with delight.
She gave my hand another push. Again, I applied a strict interpretation of the law, smoothing my fingers over her hips, dusting just past the top of her mound. When I did it again, not quite touching the good stuff, she gave a little huff of frustration.
“Is this okay now?” I asked, smiling against her lips, sliding one finger slowly between the petals of her body.
Her answer was to moan into my mouth, which made me chuckle. She was so responsive. Already slippery with desire. When I touched her, she arched in for more. Sweetness. My heart rate kicked up a notch. And when I eased her onto her back, it was with hands that had begun to shake with anticipation.
Go slow, I reminded myself again. But it sure wasn’t easy. Bending over her body, I skimmed my lips down her neck and chest. Pausing at her breast, I flattened my tongue against her nipple. That earned me a gasp of delight, and I worshipped her breasts as my fingers stroked between her legs. She gave a happy moan as I slid down to begin kissing and nibbling on her hip. Slowly, I nosed towards her sex.
“Oh,” she panted. “You really don’t have to do that.”
I paused, stroking her with my thumb. “But I want to taste you,” I said quietly. I dipped my chin to give her a single lick up the center of her sex, and she gasped with excitement. “This will relax you. And if it doesn’t, say ‘wait.’”
Spoiler: Kira never said “wait.”
I kissed her senseless, my tongue stirring lazily over her pussy. There was nothing better than this. I had a beautiful girl writhing against my lips, arching her back with a low, sexy moan. And I had the perfect view up her sleek body, the curves undulating like waves in the Pacific. And the sounds she made were a richer melody than I could ever write.
“Oh, John. Oh my God, I never… ohhh…” She didn’t finish the sentence. She quivered instead. I felt a surge of victory as her body trembled beneath me. She came on a moan, and I swear I’d never felt such satisfaction at making anyone happy. Ever.
As soon as she fell back onto the pillow, relaxing again, I hiked myself up to hold her. “Kira,” I whispered into her ear. “I don’t want to hear you talk about being icky again. Because you are delicious.”
Her eyes flickered to mine, and I saw a small flash of disbelief, followed by a smile. Her obvious pleasure made me feel like a hero.
And wasn’t that just laughable? Some people built houses for the homeless, or raised money to cure cancer. All I’d done was give a nice girl an orgasm.
But hey, I was the right man for the job.
“That wasn’t part of my agenda,” she said finally.
“No?” I gave her my best lady-killer smile. “It should be. Because you’ll be putty in my hands now. Unless that’s all you can take for one night?”
“No sir.” Her face was grave. “It only counts if we do the deed.”
I groaned appreciatively. My dick was hard as a board. “Please tell me you have birth control. Because I don’t have a thing.” That had been part of my chastity strategy. Even though I was quick to get naked, I never went without protection. Leaving the condoms behind in Seattle meant one more obstacle to slipping up.
“I brought it,” Kira said.
“Let me have it, then.”
“It’s for me, not you.” Kira’s cheeks flushed the telltale pink of a woman who had just been satisfied. Hell, she was more beautiful now than I’d ever seen her. She got up and went to her purse. She took a package out, and I heard the tear and crinkle of paper and plastic as her naked body passed by on her way into the bathroom.
I sat up against the headboard, trying not to get too excited. I hadn’t had sex in three months, except with my palm. Without a doubt, the dry spell was a personal record.
But when Kira emerged with a nervous expression on her sweet face, it wasn’t too difficult to dial back my expectations. “It’s never too late to change your mind.” Though I hoped she wouldn’t. I held my arms out in what I hoped was a nonthreatening way, and she climbed into them.