Stepping between her legs, my hands flex on her waist as her fingers dive into my hair. Bess has been after me for a couple weeks now to trim my hair. I can safely say I may never cut it short again. I’d hate to risk losing the almost painful jolt of pleasure it brings as Bethany tugs it. Her shirt is wet, and clinging to parts of her I’d like to explore. It’d only be polite to remove it, right?
My hands drift under the damp material. Similar to the start of our kiss, I move slowly. I wait for her hands to release my hair and stop my hands and their upward progression. This does not happen; instead, her lips drift from mine to my ear.
She kisses my neck first before her nose ghosts over the shell of my lobe as she whispers, “Do it.”
Verbal confirmation heard and acknowledged, I tug her shirt from her and fling it behind me. It lands somewhere with a slap. My hands reach to cup her breasts. Her swift intake of air as her back arches, pushing them further into my hands, a giant turn on. She inches forward on the counter, hooking her legs around my waist as she grinds against me.
My thumbs massage her nipples through the lace of her mint bra. I drop my mouth to one, sucking her nipple into my mouth through the lace as my hand works the cup down of her other breast. She gasps, her hands once again in my hair as she holds me to her. One of her hands moves downward and slips into my jeans to grip my ass.
All I want to do is love her long and hard until she’s panting my name. With a mouthful of her tit, I’m curious if that’s something she’d like as well. My fingers trace the seam of her bra, all the way to the back closure. I lift my head. Her eyes are closed; her lips parted. When her eyes flutter open and her gaze rests on mine, I unhook her bra.
Our eyes stay locked as my fingers move up to her shoulders and slowly drag the straps down.
“What do you want, Bethany?” I ask, dropping her bra next to us.
She gulps. “You.”
Good answer.
My lips drop to her neck. “And what do you want me to do?”
“Whatever you want.”
Even better answer.
I take her mouth, lifting her as she clings to my shoulders. Her bedroom is on the second floor. I sample her lips, throat and collarbone with each step. I grin against her lips when I see how messy her room is. There are boxes from her move still piled in one corner. Another corner boasts an overflowing laundry basket. Her bed clearly unmade. Instead of annoying me, somehow I find her haphazard mess endearing, or I could simply not care since I plan on burying myself in her.
Depositing her gently onto her sheets, I take a step back to imprint the sight before me permanently. Naked from the waist up, eyes wild with lust, she beckons me. Reaching over my head, I tug my shirt forward and off. She’s seen me shirtless before, but watching her lips part in appreciation, ratchets my desire impossibly higher.
I fumble to take my boots and socks off as quickly as possible as her body writhes with want. My fingertips crawl up her legs until I get to the button of her little jean shorts. Her hands fist the sheets on either side of her as I undress her. Once I’ve rid her of every stitch she wore, I kiss my way up her legs. I focus on and worship each freckle that has tormented my dreams along the way.
Patience is a virtue and I plan to take my time loving Bethany. Her attempts to rush me along are noted and appreciated. There is a time and a place for a fast and hard screw, but seeing as how she’s been an itch I’ve been wanting to scratch these long weeks, I plan to fully see to it. Besides, I’ve never been a halfway kinda guy.
“Just watch, darling. I’m gonna take real good care of you.”
I hold her gaze, her eyes widening and hands fluttering to my head as I taste her. She’s perfect. Every single thing about her in this moment has me more turned on than I think I have ever been before now. With my fingers and my mouth, I take my time drawing pleasure from her. When I’m certain she is completely satisfied, I start my ascent up her body.
Her hands go straight for my jeans, but I almost stop her, wanting today to be only about her, but I’m too weak with want. She pushes me onto my back and then rids me of my jeans and boxers. I’m ready for her, long and hard. My hips buck when her fingertips wrap around my cock. Christ, her touch is heaven, sending a sensory overload through me. I’m a bundle of exposed nerves.
Her eyes land on mine and I watch as her tongue darts out to wet her lips. She doesn’t break our eye contact as she lowers herself to take my cock in her mouth. There’s nothing hotter than her hazel eyes locked on mine as she goes down on me. This feels really good, like winning the lottery or scoring the game winning touchdown.
That’s a guess since I’ve neither won the lottery nor played high school football. Problem is what she’s doing is so freaking amazing; I’m about to come straight down her throat. I’d rather be balls deep in her pretty little pussy though.
“Darling.” I sit up, reaching to lift her and pull her into my arms.
My mouth needs hers. “Shit, Bethany, you are so gorgeous. I want you so bad.”
Her mouth moves against mine as she tries to kiss and speak at the same time. “I want you in me, Beau. Please.”
“I want in you so badly, darling. Do you have any condoms?” I can’t break our kiss either, replying against her mouth, holding her body tightly to mine.
She pulls me with her as she leans right, her hand going for her bedside drawer. Her hand disappears into the drawer once she has it open and she groans, shuffling stuff around. I try not to laugh, but she’s so frustrated it’s cute.
“Let me.” Shifting her off my lap, I move closer to the edge of the bed so I can see inside her drawer. I find her vibrator first and lift it and an eyebrow up at her. She blushes and covers her face so I set it on the top of her table.
“We’re playing with this later.”
Once I find the condoms, I take no time opening one and putting it on. Bethany has turned so her back is to me, hands still covering her face. I crawl over to her and kiss my way up the side of her body, turning her onto her back.