I walked her backward to the bed and lifted her up on the edge. “Open for me, baby,” I said, gently easing her legs apart. “I can feel your heat, and I haven’t even touched you yet. God, Mila, we’re going to combust when I get inside of you.”
I cupped her breasts, gently kneading them, flicking her nipples with my thumbs. “Beautiful,” I murmured with a rasp when I saw the flare of desire in her eyes.
I took my time running my hands over her body, roaming and appraising, and then bending to take her nipple in my mouth, sucking and teasing until the scent of her arousal overwhelmed me.
Mila tunneled her fingers into my hair, holding me to her breast. “That feels so good,” she moaned.
Backing away, I knelt in front of her and skimmed my hands slowly up the inside of her legs, feasting my eyes on the patch of blonde curls at her core.
“So soft,” I murmured, allowing my fingertips to drift into her wetness. “God, you’re so hot, so tight,” I said at the same time she cried out.
I added a second finger, slowly stroking in and out, and Mila fell back against the bed, her hands in her own hair.
Easing her legs farther apart, I lowered my head, sweeping my tongue over her folds before pressing my mouth to her sex. When her hands grasped my hair, trying to move me away, I dove in deeper, my mouth and fingers driving her wild.
“Decker, God,” she groaned.
“Hold on tight, baby. This is a ride you’ll never forget.”
Mila arched her back, and her wet heat clenched around my fingers. Her hips jerked, and her mewling cries were almost enough to bring my release far sooner than I wanted. I covered her trembling body with mine and kissed her neck, her cheeks, her eyelids before finally bringing my lips to hers. My tongue tangled with hers, and she wrapped her legs around me.
“I need more,” she groaned, pressing her sex against my hardness.
“Do…not…move,” I said, pushing myself up and off of the bed. I walked into the bathroom, opened the middle drawer, and gave a silent prayer of thanks when I spotted the unopened box of condoms I’d forgotten I had. I grabbed a handful and went back into the bedroom.
“Good girl,” I said when she’d only moved to writhe.
I lay by her side, running my fingertips over her damp, heated skin. The way this was playing out wasn’t anything like I’d envisioned. It was heated, passionate, frenzied. It didn’t feel romantic or loving or gentle.
She looked up at me with such longing. “Please,” she whispered.
I brought my lips to hers in a soft, slow kiss. “We aren’t going to rush this, Mila.”
Before I’d hurried, not anymore. There were so many things I wanted to do to her, so many experiences I wanted to share, so many ways I wanted to show her how intimacy between a man and a woman who cared for one another should be. And I did care for her, more than any other woman I’d ever known.
She shuddered as
I kissed my way across her body. I ran my tongue under the soft underside of her breast. When I got to her shoulder, I nipped her skin, and then ran my hand down her arms, remembering how I’d longed to reach out and touch her when I met her at the airport. Somewhere in the house, a phone was ringing, and I didn’t give a shit. Whoever was calling, whatever they wanted, could wait. Mila, the woman I’d waited for, somehow knew would walk back into my life, was in my arms, and nothing else mattered.
When I shifted my body and rested my head on Mila’s tummy, she moved her hand to my leg. “Do you want to touch me, baby?” When she nodded, I took her hand and rested it on my hardness. I let her explore, running her fingers up and down my shaft like I’d done when I took my time running my hands everywhere on her body.
“Show me, Decker,” she whispered.
“Like this,” I said, wrapping her hand around me and then covering it with my own. I guided her, first soft and slow, and then showed her that she wouldn’t hurt me if she held tighter, went faster. I closed my eyes, but only momentarily. On the brink of an orgasm I wasn’t ready to have, I stilled her hand.
“Did I hurt you?” she asked with wide eyes.
“No. The opposite. It feels too good.”
Mila pushed my hand away and continued stroking me. I closed my eyes, willing my body to wait, and felt the tip of her tongue run the length of me.
“God, Mila,” I groaned. “I don’t want you to ever stop, but, baby, I need you to stop.”
Rather than just moving her hand, I shifted my body so we were side by side. Her eyes were open wide, darting back and forth, studying me.
I leaned forward and captured her mouth with mine, kissing away her insecurities. “The first time, Mila, I want to be inside you. I want you and I to share that, both of us, at the same time. Do you understand?”
“I want that too. I don’t want to wait, Decker.”