His cock fell forward, pointing right at her. She licked her lips then reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She let it glide down her arms to the floor, then without meeting his gaze, pushed down her panties. And because she wasn’t ready to meet his gaze, she took her time toeing off her shoes.
Now, completely nude, she held her breath and glanced upward.
Preacher’s gaze was on her breasts then fell to her belly and below. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”
She almost blurted that he didn’t have to say things like that, but she kept her lips sealed, because she loved hearing it. And he did seem sincere.
She knew she was lucky to have a nicely indented waist, but her belly was soft and a bit round. Her ass was…generous…her thighs showed no daylight between them. And if she walked away, he’d definitely see some cellulite, but she wasn’t going to walk away.
He cleared his throat. “Your hair…”
She cupped her pussy.
His lips pressed together as though hiding a smile. “The braid, sweetheart.”
She should feel mortified, but the gentle humor in his crinkled eyes had her smiling, too. She reached up and removed the rubber band from the end of her braid then sifted her fingers through her hair to release the braid.
Before she lowered her hand, his reached out and cupped one breast, lifting it slightly then rubbing his thumb over the tip.
Her nipple tightened. The rasp of his thumb sent a bolt of excitement straight to her belly, and she quivered.
His cock bobbed, rising a little higher, and she took that as an invitation and reached out her own hand to wrap her fingers around his length. “Don’t know whether to be impressed or intimidated,” she said, smiling so he’d know it was a joke.
But his mouth firmed, and he lowered his hand to stop her stroking him. “I’ll go as slow as I can, and as much as I want you, I’ll stop if you ask.”
She shook her head which sent her loose hair sifting over shoulders. Just one more sublime sensory detail to add to the burgeoning list.
And speaking of burgeoning, his cock was pulsing beneath her fingers. She let him push her hand completely away then stood, one leg balanced on a toe, feeling like sex kitten for perhaps the first time in her life. His hot gaze was making another one of those sweeps over her skin. Emboldened, she cupped her own breasts and thumbed the tips, lifting them as offerings. When he swallowed hard, she pinched one nipple and gasped, letting him watch her eyelids grow heavier and her quickening breaths shake her chest.
“Laura,” he whispered.
“Yes, Preacher?” she answered, her voice so thick and sultry, she didn’t recognize it.
“Would you sit on the edge of the bed for me?”
I’d do anything you want so long as you keep looking at me like that. Blowing a breath between her pursed lips, she backed up to the mattress and sat on the edge. She clasped her hands together, although she wasn’t sure why. Maybe she was nervous. More likely, she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to control herself. She wanted him that much.
Preacher bent and plucked his wallet from his jeans. He quickly pulled out a condom and cloaked himself.
Then he moved closer, and his cock filled her sight. She supposed he wanted her mouth on him, but he bent and pushed apart her thighs, and then knelt in the space he’d made.
“Oh, good Lord,” she said, her breasts quivering as he settled deeper and his hands moved up the inside of her thighs. When he approached her pussy, his fingers settled on top of her thighs and his thumbs stroked her folds. She placed a hand behind her on the bed and leaned back a little. The other hand, she didn’t know quite what to do with, so she went with her instincts and reached down between her legs, forking her fingers to spread her lips.
His gaze was locked there, and he bent toward her, his head cutting off the view of what he was doing below. But she could feel.
His warm breath blew over her moist flesh. His tongue gave her a tentative stroke, from her center to her clitoris. When her thighs tensed, he murmured something she couldn’t make out and dove deeper. Now, she could feel his beard against her thighs as he rubbed his tongue over her outer folds then stroked the delicate inner lips. He sucked them into his mouth and nibbled, and her neck grew weak, her head fell backward. The long draw of breath she sucked in sounded almost like a whimper. She’d never felt anything so good as his tongue lavishing her pussy with long, wet swipes and teasing flicks.
Each time she jerked or sighed, he paused, seeming to learn what it was that was driving her crazy and repeating the action, so that before long, she couldn’t hold herself up. She fell back against the mattress and tangled her fingers into his thick hair. She moved her feet, climbing them up his sides, slipping one then the other over his shoulders, then digging in her heels to push her pussy harder against his mouth.
When something hard slid into her wet channel, she clenched to hold it inside, but his finger wasn’t big enough. She wanted more. She told him so.
His mouth closed around her clit and sucked while he thrust two fingers inside her. It was better, and she was getting hot. Her mouth was gaping, and she couldn’t control the sounds she was making, deep moans and panting breaths. Her body began to writhe, and she shook her head. “No.”
His mouth lifted. His fingers stilled.
“Not like this, Preacher.” She let go of his hair and lifted his face. “Please, I need you.”
Preacher kissed her belly and pushed up from the floor. His cock bobbed. Now, it stood higher against his belly.
She scooted backward until she was in the center of the bed.
He followed her, crawling over her, his thighs framing hers, his fat cock pressing against her sex. Her pussy pulsed. Slick fluid melted from her channel.
Supporting some of his weight on his elbows, he cupped her cheeks. A thumb smoothed over her mouth. “I’ve been thinking about this since the first time I walked into your shop,” he whispered.
“Me, too,” she said, then wet her lips with her tongue because they felt suddenly tight and dry.
His mouth quirked up on one side. “You mean, we could’ve been doing this for weeks?”
Despite the tension that still left her breathless, she grinned. “I was about to give up hope you were going to ask me out. Promised myself next time you came in, I’d ask you to help me get something down from a shelf in back, and then I’d make my move.”
“What were you planning to do?” he asked, his voice sounding a little hoarse. He came up on his knees and widened his stance.
She inched her thighs apart in the space he’d made and reached down between them to capture his cock. Her fingers slid around him and tightened their grip. “I thought, maybe, I’d work up the nerve to wait until you had the box halfway off the shelf, then I’d reach around you and slide my hand right over you, here,” she said, giving him a squeeze as she stroked him.
“You’d have had my attention.”
She arched a brow. “Would you have let me have my way?”
“I’ll let you have it now,” he growled. Then he raised a knee and slid it between her legs. The other followed, forcing her to widen the space. Then he drew back his hips and stared down at where she held him in her hand.
While they both watched, she pulled his cock downward, sliding the tip against her clit then pushing it lower and circling it around her entrance. When she pulled to force the tip to fill her opening, she glanced upward only to find that his gaze was on her face. His eyes were dark, his nostrils flaring. He quickly ducked downward and kissed her hard. When he raised his head, his gaze speared her as he slowly pushed inside her body.