He slides my zipper down and kneels before me to tug my shorts off. The friction takes my underwear with them, and my heart thumps loudly in my chest as I stand before him completely naked.
My breath gets caught in my throat as he leans forward and lays a tender kiss just below my navel.
Getting to his feet, he gently takes my face in his hands. “Do you want me to leave?”
I shake my head. “Please don’t go.”
He holds my face as he tilts his head and leans in to brush his lips over mine.
“Are you sure?” he murmurs as he places a lingering kiss on my jaw.
“Yes.”
He lays a slow kiss on my mouth. His lips are so soft I could cry. They lock on mine in a tender, assertive closed-mouth kiss. His lips linger for a moment, allowing me time to anticipate his next move.
I grab onto his hips to steady myself as his tongue parts my mouth open and slides inside. The cinnamon candy taste of his tongue mixes with the minty taste of my toothpaste. A whimper breaks loose from my throat as the pulsing ache between my legs intensifies.
His tongue sweeps over mine like a violinist playing a concerto. As our breath quickens, his kiss becomes hungrier. I curl my fingers around the belt loops of his jeans to pull him closer, and he growls into my mouth.
He wasn’t exaggerating when he promised this would be a million times better than a movie kiss.
My skin prickles with electricity as the languid strokes of his tongue steal my breath away. A surprised gasp tumbles from my lips as he hungrily nips my bottom lip.
I reach for the button of his jeans as I feel his erection growing against my belly. He continues kissing me, refusing to severe the connection as I unzip his pants and push them down a few inches along with his boxer briefs. His erection bobs up, smacking my abdomen, and the sheer force of it makes me break the kiss, so I can look down.
“Oh, my,” I gasp at the size of his cock.
He releases my face and finishes removing his pants. “Don’t worry. I don’t have a condom, remember? If you want, after I make you come, you can give me a hand job.”
I look at him as if he’s lost his mind. “You can’t come at me with that and expect me not to be a little curious.”
This makes him laugh out loud. “Girl, you don’t know what you’re talking about. You hardly slept.”
I grab his erection, making him hiss with pleasure, and I’m amazed I can barely close my fingers around it. “I think this would put me to sleep for days.”
He bites his lip as I stroke his cock. “Fuck. Are you on birth control?”
“No, but if you fuck me, I’ll let you come on my tits.”
“Damn, girl. You’re gonna drive me crazy with that mouth,” he says, grabbing my wrist to remove my hand from his cock. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
But he doesn’t look satisfied with the way I nod hastily in response to his question.
“I want to do this.”
“We can still stop this. I know you think I’m a good guy right now, but you don’t really know me. With you…” His gaze travels the length of my body before he focuses his attention on my mouth. “I can do damage in more ways than one.”
This is clearly a warning. I feel like he’s trying to tell me that, even if he doesn’t physically hurt me, he can still break my heart. He’s preparing me for a harsh realization: He’s not a teacher, he’s a lesson. He wants to know if I’m willing to learn this the hard way.
But most guys wouldn’t bother with a cautionary statement. Most guys wouldn’t offer a way out when we’re already this far in.
He is a good guy, even if he doesn’t believe it.
“I don’t care about tomorrow,” I say, and this is one-hundred percent the truth. “I just want you to fuck me senseless.”
He shakes his head in dismay. “Be careful what you wish for.”
I grin as I head into the shower, and he smacks my ass. As I’m turning the knobs to adjust the temperature of the water, the doorbell rings. I look over my shoulder at him, and either he didn’t hear it or he’s too preoccupied staring at my ass to care.
Before I can mention it, he wraps an arm around my waist from behind. Sweeping my hair aside, he kisses my neck as his hand squeezes my breast.
“Your skin is so fucking soft,” he says, kissing my shoulder.
I lace my fingers through the hand resting on my belly. When I attempt to reach behind me to grasp the back of his neck, I can only reach his shoulder. He’s too tall. But he solves the problem by turning me around, so he can kiss my mouth.
He’s more tender than I would expect with his erection pressed against my wet stomach. But I don’t mind taking it slow. The buildup will only sweeten the payoff.
“How do you want me to fuck you?” he murmurs against my mouth. “From behind or up against the wall?”
I inhale a sharp breath as his hand slides between my legs.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper as he massages my clit with one hand and pinches my nipple with the other. “Both.”
He continues stroking me as he holds the back of my neck and kisses me. Laying my hands on his solid chest, I allow my fingers to roam over the firm grooves of his pectoral muscles. We both moan as I pinch his nipple and his finger slides over my hard clit.
“Oh, God.”
I whimper as my thighs shudder with pleasure.
“Tell me if you get tired,” he says, then he turns me around again.
I bend forward and place my hands on the marble tile for support. My pulse quickens with anticipation as he kneels behind me, helping me bend forward more and spreading my legs to expose my pussy.
His fingers part my flesh, and I flinch with surprise when his tongue glides across my swollen clit.
I moan as my legs quake uncontrollably with every lick. He pauses for a moment, sliding his tongue inside me to give my thighs time to recover. He tongue-fucks me briefly before he moves back, pressing the tip of his tongue against my rear entrance. The shock of it makes me weak again. The way my legs quiver makes him chuckle, and he bites my ass cheek playfully.
“You’re so fucking responsive. I love it.”
He clearly meant this as a compliment, but I can’t help feeling a little embarrassed by how easy I am to please.
His mouth lands on my clit again, his lips encircling it as he gently sucks.
“Oh, my fucking God,” I cry out as he holds my clit in his lips while the tip of his tongue strokes it.
My hands start sliding down the slippery marble, and I don’t think I can stand much longer.
Sensing I’m getting close, he grabs my hips and turns me around, so he can drape my leg over his shoulder for support. Then he slides a finger inside me and buries his face in my pussy again to finish me.
My fingers latch onto chunks of his dark hair as his tongue laps at my clit. His middle finger strokes my G-spot in a beckoning motion, coaxing me to come for him.
The orgasm rips through me with a force so unexpected, he nearly loses his balance as I double over violently.
“Holy shit!” I breathe as my pussy clenches around his finger.
He pulls his head back and slides his hand out from between my legs, then slips the finger in his mouth.
“You’re soaking wet, but your pussy still feels kinda tight. This might hurt. Are you sure you still want to do this?”