She walks me to the door and puts her arms around my waist. Hug it is. I’m okay with hugging. “Thank you for dinner tonight. This is probably the most fun staying in I’ve had in a long time.”
“I’m glad I could provide that for you.” My arms go around her because I feel like an idiot having them hang at my sides.
She leans her head back and smiles. It’s honest and I know she’s not putting on act to make me feel better. What I don’t expect is for her to lift up on her toes and press her lips against mine.
It’s awkward and it shouldn’t be. Yet another instance where I’m not sure how I should handle myself. She pulls back quickly and covers her hand with her mouth. “I’m so sorry. I’m not sure what came over me. I don’t usually do things like this.” She takes a step back and lowers her eyes to the ground. “I never do anything like this, actually.”
She shouldn’t be ashamed to be attracted to someone and act on it. I can’t allow her to think she did anything wrong. She didn’t. I step toward her and lift her chin until I can see her eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with a kiss.”
“But you didn’t react.”
“I’m following you when it comes to anything physical. You’ve said quite a few times that you want this to be appearances only, and I’m trying to respect that.” I pause for a moment to make sure she’s listening to what I’m saying. “But if you want something physical, I’m more than okay with that. You are beautiful inside and out. All you have to do is tell me what you want.”
“You.” The word is rushed and she throws her arms around my neck and her lips smash into mine. I put all my weight on my heels to keep from falling backward, but wrap my arms around her waist to pull her closer.
This isn’t what I was expecting, but I’m also not going to argue. She deepens the kiss, her tongue exploring mine, and one of her hands goes into my hair, gripping it tightly. I can’t help but wonder how long she’s kept this passion pent up, waiting for someone to unleash it on.
I pull her even closer until our bodies meld to each other. She moans into my mouth, and it is everything. Knowing something as simple as a kiss and being held are what turns her on is something I’ll keep in the back of my mind.
Her mouth doesn’t leave mine as she puts some space between us, pulling at the bottom of my shirt. She pulls away long enough to yank it over my head and throw it on the floor, and her lips are back on mine.
Unsure of where her bedroom is, I move us toward the couch. THe living room is dark, but the glow of the light over the sink is enough for me to guide us without bumping into anything. Her fingers toy with the button on my jeans, and I place a hand over them, breaking our kiss. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” The word is almost a growl and fuck if it doesn’t turn me on. I push off my shoes and she unbottons my jeans and pushes them down. My underwear and socks are the only things left on my body, and she’s fully clothed.
“Your turn,” I smirk. She fiddles with the waist of her pants and starts to push them down, but I stop her. “Let me.”
She stops but puts her arms around her stomach and her eyes are looking around the room. Anything from having to meet my eyes. “I think I want to leave this on.”
There’s no need to be self-counscious, but if that’s what she wants, I’ll abide. “Okay, but just so you know, you deserve to have every inch of you worshipped.”
Grabbing the top of her pants, I rub my knuckles against her skin and the shiver in response pushes me forward. I pull them down, along with her panties, bending until I’m on my knees in front of her. She steps out of them and I turn her until she’s standing in front of the couch, and motion for her to sit down. Her eyes are on me, no doubt wondering what I’ll do next. “I don’t have a condom.”
“That isn’t something we need to worry about right now.”
“What do you me—.” My lips pressing quick small kisses along her calves, breaks off her question. I have a condom in my wallet, but tonight is about her. Making her feel good.
Spreading her legs, I nestle between them. All of her on display, and it’s going to take everything in me to take my time. My hands slides along her other leg slow and measured. The roughness between my hand and her soft skin, a friction that makes her squirm.
I continue my trail of kisses, pausing to place one behind her knee before putting her leg over my shoulder. My other hand glides down her leg, coming to a stop over her pussy. And oh my God, she is drenched. How long has it been since someone took care of her without putting all the focus on them.
Her breath hitches as I rub my thumb over her clit. A guick glance up and her head is leaned back. Her focus on the ceiling. I pause, pulling my lips away from her thigh, but my thumb still circling her. “Eyes on me.”
Her head snaps forward and she does as she’s asked. Even in the darkness, I can feel her light brown eyes on mine. I nip at her thigh before kissing the pain away and feel her legs tighten around me. The kisses continue until I’ve worked my way to tmy target.
I look up one more time to make sure she’s watching. To make sure she knows exactly who is about to make her forget anyone before me, and not want anyone after me. She doesn’t disappoint, gaze trained on me.
I replace my thumb with my mouth. My tongue circling and sucking. Caroline moves her other leg until it’s over my shoulder and slides herself down the couch, pushing her self as close to my mouth as possible.
I slide two fingers inside her, and move my other hand to her face. Her chin in my palm so her eyes meet mine. She grips my hair with one hand and holds my hand with the other while circling my thumb with her tongue. Jesus, I’m going to come before her.
Her hips move in a circular motion, creating friction where she needs it, and I let her take the lead. As much as I want to prolong her pleasure, I know she isn’t going to last much long. She needs a release, and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to give it to her.
Pumping my fingers inside her, I increase the pressure of my tongue on her clit. She pulls my hair and throws her head back as she rides out her orgasm.
Before I have a chance to say, or do, anything, she pushes the coffee table away with her feet, and forces me back. “Condom?”
I reach for my jeans and the wallet inside the back pocket. As soon as I have it, she rips it from my hands, pulls down my underwear and slides the latex of my cock. My goal tonight was to make her feel cherished, but she’s taken control, and slides over me. My back is against the wood floor and she rides me until I’m panting.
My hands go to her hips to slow her movements. Anything to keep me from coming right this second, but she knocks them away. Leaning over me she kiss my neck, working her way to my lips. Her tongue plunges into my mouth, dancing with mine. I need to come…now. I grab her hips and pull her as close to me as possible, riding me until I see stars. I let go, and move a hand between us, working her clit until she comes once again.
Sex with this woman I’m just getting to know should not be this intense, or perfect, but yet it is. She lays down on top of me and until her breathing is under control. “You make me do things I wouldn’t normally do.”
“I could say the same for you.”