feet?”
His gaze swept over me like a caress. “You look beautiful.”
I gave his nude chest and the silky pajama bottoms a quick glance. “You take away my breath.” And it was true. The dark hair on his broad chest made my fingers itch, because I wanted to sift through it, tug it. His flat nipples made my mouth water, because I knew it would be pleasurable for me to touch him there. My own fingers tweaking my breasts could nearly make me come.
I walked past him, not waiting for an invitation. I made a beeline for his large king-size bed. The gray duvet looked so soft I couldn’t wait to sink against it.
“We could take our time,” he said sounding amused.
“I’ve waited years. Will you make me beg?”
He shook his head, his features tightening. “Not necessary. Not this time.”
He strode to where I stood beside his bed. He put his hands on my hips. “Raise your arms.”
When I did, he pulled up the nightgown and sent it sailing behind him. He touched the bruise on the side of my breast. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’ll try to be careful.”
“Please don’t,” I whispered, then I reached for the waistband of his pajamas and pushed it down.
Clothed, he’d always been devastatingly handsome. Naked, he made me shake. My blood thundered in my ears. My nipples tingled. Before I thought about it, I cupped my breasts.
“Warren?” I said, my voice sounding thin and high.
He pushed my hair behind my ears. “Yes, baby?”
“Kiss me?”
His smile was gentle as he tipped my chin and lowered his head. When our mouths met, I groaned. We’d never before kissed, and here we were, beside his bed, about to make love.
“This is crazy,” I whispered.
“Do you want to stop? I could hold you and kiss you some more.”
I grabbed his hand and pushed it between my legs.
“I ache,” I confessed raggedly. “You have to fix it. Now.”
“I’d do anything for you.” His grin wrinkled the corners of his eyes. He cupped my pussy and rubbed it.
If only that were true. But I returned his smile.
He waited as I slid onto the bed, scooting toward the center, then crawled toward me, not stopping until his thighs trapped my legs and his cock pressed against my mound. Then, resting on his elbows, he bent and kissed me again.
This time, he prodded my closed mouth with his tongue. I opened, breathing deeply when his tongue slipped inside. Somehow, this invasion felt like a more intimate act than his cock resting on my lower belly.
I returned his kiss, stroking his tongue like he was stroking mine, returning the gentle suction that kept our mouths latched together.
Then I broke away.
“Let me open my legs,” I said breathlessly.
“No.” Instead, he slid downward until his head was level with my breasts, then he plumped them up with his hands, careful not to touch my bruise, and proceeded to lick and chew on my nipples until I was writhing beneath him.
“You’re very sensitive.” He lifted his head.
“That’s bad?” I asked, looking at him because I’d never seen him like this—his face flushed, his mouth wet and blurred.
“Fuck no. Just interesting.”
“Quit teasing.”
“You aren’t going to rush this. I’ve been thinking about this a long, long time.”
Momentarily satisfied, I waited as he scooted lower. At last, he wanted my legs spread, my knees raised. He brought his mouth to my pussy and I cried out.
“I haven’t done anything yet,” he said, again sounding amused.
“The anticipation. It’s killing me.”
He spread my folds and licked at my tender, pink flesh, darting his pointed tongue inside me to swirl and flutter, driving me crazy. It was torture—the sweetest torture—until he flicked his
His gaze swept over me like a caress. “You look beautiful.”
I gave his nude chest and the silky pajama bottoms a quick glance. “You take away my breath.” And it was true. The dark hair on his broad chest made my fingers itch, because I wanted to sift through it, tug it. His flat nipples made my mouth water, because I knew it would be pleasurable for me to touch him there. My own fingers tweaking my breasts could nearly make me come.
I walked past him, not waiting for an invitation. I made a beeline for his large king-size bed. The gray duvet looked so soft I couldn’t wait to sink against it.
“We could take our time,” he said sounding amused.
“I’ve waited years. Will you make me beg?”
He shook his head, his features tightening. “Not necessary. Not this time.”
He strode to where I stood beside his bed. He put his hands on my hips. “Raise your arms.”
When I did, he pulled up the nightgown and sent it sailing behind him. He touched the bruise on the side of my breast. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’ll try to be careful.”
“Please don’t,” I whispered, then I reached for the waistband of his pajamas and pushed it down.
Clothed, he’d always been devastatingly handsome. Naked, he made me shake. My blood thundered in my ears. My nipples tingled. Before I thought about it, I cupped my breasts.
“Warren?” I said, my voice sounding thin and high.
He pushed my hair behind my ears. “Yes, baby?”
“Kiss me?”
His smile was gentle as he tipped my chin and lowered his head. When our mouths met, I groaned. We’d never before kissed, and here we were, beside his bed, about to make love.
“This is crazy,” I whispered.
“Do you want to stop? I could hold you and kiss you some more.”
I grabbed his hand and pushed it between my legs.
“I ache,” I confessed raggedly. “You have to fix it. Now.”
“I’d do anything for you.” His grin wrinkled the corners of his eyes. He cupped my pussy and rubbed it.
If only that were true. But I returned his smile.
He waited as I slid onto the bed, scooting toward the center, then crawled toward me, not stopping until his thighs trapped my legs and his cock pressed against my mound. Then, resting on his elbows, he bent and kissed me again.
This time, he prodded my closed mouth with his tongue. I opened, breathing deeply when his tongue slipped inside. Somehow, this invasion felt like a more intimate act than his cock resting on my lower belly.
I returned his kiss, stroking his tongue like he was stroking mine, returning the gentle suction that kept our mouths latched together.
Then I broke away.
“Let me open my legs,” I said breathlessly.
“No.” Instead, he slid downward until his head was level with my breasts, then he plumped them up with his hands, careful not to touch my bruise, and proceeded to lick and chew on my nipples until I was writhing beneath him.
“You’re very sensitive.” He lifted his head.
“That’s bad?” I asked, looking at him because I’d never seen him like this—his face flushed, his mouth wet and blurred.
“Fuck no. Just interesting.”
“Quit teasing.”
“You aren’t going to rush this. I’ve been thinking about this a long, long time.”
Momentarily satisfied, I waited as he scooted lower. At last, he wanted my legs spread, my knees raised. He brought his mouth to my pussy and I cried out.
“I haven’t done anything yet,” he said, again sounding amused.
“The anticipation. It’s killing me.”
He spread my folds and licked at my tender, pink flesh, darting his pointed tongue inside me to swirl and flutter, driving me crazy. It was torture—the sweetest torture—until he flicked his
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