“The bra,” I growled. Hoping it was just as painfully slow but equally wanting it to be quick.
She continued in her patient movements. There was no ripping off of clothing and as much as the wait excited me, the more I wanted to reach out and do it myself. By the time she was fiddling with the back clasp of her bra, my hands were so tightly fisted my very short nails were somehow managing to dig into my skin.
Ophelia held her hands over each satin cupped breast for just a moment, but it felt as if it were an eternity. Our gazes held, transfixed, her desire just as strong as mine. It was shining in her eyes and I moved then, ready to rip the damn bra off when she let her hands fall and the bra slid off her arms and down to drop at the floor. Both beautiful breasts were revealed, and I was stuck taking in the sight of her smooth perfect skin.
Instead of asking her to continue the striptease I knew I couldn’t handle any more. I had to touch her, taste her, smell her. My hands gripped her waist as I closed the distance between us. Holding her tightly against me I wished I had taken my shirt off too. Just so the warmth of my chest could feel her with nothing between us.
For now, I lowered my mouth to capture hers and forget everything else but the connection. How her taste became all I remembered, all I cared about. Nothing painful could touch me when Ophelia was in my arms. It was everything I’d never known or expected.
Her soft purrs of pleasure as her hands lifted to my head so her fingers could thread through my hair gave my pulse even more of a jolt. I began to leave a trail of soft kisses on her neck and then down slowly toward her shoulder. Taking a soft bite on the tender skin at the base of her neck, I breathed deeply at her reaction. Both of her hands fisted tightly in my hair and her body arched toward me. Unable to wait any longer, I found her left breast and kissed it before pressing my tongue on the pebbled nipple then drawing it into my mouth to suck.
“AH!” she cried out and her hands stopped running through my hair but instead held my head to her breast. I bit down gently, and she made more sounds as her body pressed closer to my mouth. While I kissed and enjoyed every sound she made, my throbbing with the need to be inside her grew stronger.
I moved my head to the right breast and gave it equal attention, but my hands moved to the buttons on her skirt. Easily enough I managed to get it unfastened and slipping to the floor at her feet. Her hands left my head then and she was pulling on the bottom of my shirt. Reluctantly letting her nipple free of my mouth, I straightened and allowed her to pull my shirt off before letting my gaze take in the sight of her standing there in only her panties.
This kitchen would never be the same. I’d see her every time I walked in here. Looking like every fantasy I’d ever had. She’d mark this place with her presence, and I wanted her to. She made life better.
Her hands were on the snap and zipper of my jeans. I took over then needing this as equally if not more so than she did. My jeans were undone, and I pushed them down then stepped out of them and shoved them aside. The black boxer briefs I was wearing and her pink lace panties were all that stood between us now.
Grabbing the sides of her head, I kissed her again. This time with the hunger, craving, and desperate want that was hammering through me. Demanding I take more. Wanting to experience her again. To be taken to that delirious crazed release that only she brought me.
Her hands grabbed my waist and then a moment later they slipped inside my briefs. I stopped breathing when her hand slid down and took my rigid cock in her grasp. With one soft pump of her hand, I cracked. I couldn’t prolong this anymore. I tore my mouth off hers and reached for her panties. In my haste to free her, I ripped the tiny straps on each side and tossed them away not willing to wait until she slid them down her legs.
The surprise in her eyes wasn’t fear and hopefully wasn’t anger at my destroying her lace under thing, but I had to be inside her. I grabbed her waist and put her on the stool beside me. Her thighs opened and her knees lifted as if we had choreographed this. I shoved my briefs down far enough to be free then took her legs and pushing them farther apart before slamming into her body.