Wildcard: Volume One

She smiles playfully. “I am, but not for food.”

One by one, I undo each button on her silky teal-coloured shirt, kissing my way down the middle of her chest. She laughs as I bury my face between her breasts, my hand cupping at her white lacy bra. I reach behind the shirt and unclasp her bra, working the straps down her arms.

“Why don’t you just take the shirt off,” she giggles.

I don’t answer. Instead, I squeeze her breasts and place my mouth over her nipple. She closes her eyes and groans as I gently suck. I smile as it hardens.

My mouth finds hers again as I kiss her roughly. There are so many things I want to do to her right now, but I know I’m not ready. I laugh. I never thought I’d ever be saying those words.

“What’s so funny?” she asks, narrowing her eyes.

“I lied. My arse really fucking hurts,” I chuckle.

She gasps and jumps off me, sticking her arms out to help me stand up. I can’t help but stare at her gorgeous breasts as they bounce around at her movement.

“Stop checking me out and get up, you idiot,” she smirks.

I get to my feet, the relief instantaneous. She takes my hand and leads me into the bedroom.

“I don’t think I’m recovered enough for sex yet,” I murmur.

She carefully sits me down on the bed and grins. I swallow as I watch her unzip her skirt, letting it slide down her hips.

“I can think of plenty of things we can do,” she says, crawling onto the bed. I’m lying down and she’s straddling me. She arches her eyebrow as my erection presses eagerly against

her soft, wet panties.

“I think someone should inform your cock that you’re not ready for sex,” she giggles.

I smile as I run my hands up her bare thighs. There is nothing I want more right now than to plunge my cock deep into her pussy, but—and I can’t believe I’m saying this—I’m nervous. My stomach tightens, just the thought making me cringe, because this is not who I am. But I can’t deny that I feel something for her, and it’s enough for me not to want to rush this.

“Why are you still wearing these?” My eyes narrow as I tug at her panties.

She breathes in as I slowly work them down her thighs.

“Take them off.”

She—almost comically—struggles out of them, and resumes her position over me. I move my hands around the inside of her thighs and thrust her forward. She gasps, reaching for the headboard in front of her, as she lands just shy of my face.

“That’s better,” I grin. She’s blushing. I have no idea why, because she has a beautiful pussy, one I’m hanging to play with.

Her knees press against my shoulders as I slowly run my mouth along her bare opening. She groans as my tongue dips inside. I’m teasing her, and I know it’s working. She wants more. I thrust in and out of her as my hands roam up over her smooth skin, settling on her breasts. I play with her nipples as my tongue lashes at her clit.

“Oh God,” she cries out. My mouth is all over her pussy as she grinds her hips into my face. Her back arches, her hands gripping my hair. She forces my head forward as she rides my face. I can’t breathe, but I don’t care, because I know she’s close.

“Ahhhhh, fuck yes,” she groans. Her legs are trembling as her rhythm slows. She pushes my face away, but doesn’t move off me as my tongue continues to work her. “Oh my God, oh my God,” she chants. Finally, she’s off me, curled up into a ball beside me.

I laugh and wrap my arms around her. “I think you enjoyed that,” I tease, kissing her neck.

She giggles, her body still shaking as she snuggles closer against me. “Holy…wow…I can’t even…” she sighs and I laugh, my mouth closing over her earlobe.

I love how content she is right now. I wonder how long it’s been since she’s experienced that, but I don’t want to embarrass her by asking.

“I’m so,” she sighs again. She can’t even finish a sentence.

I smile and reach down for the covers, pulling them up over us. Pleasuring her has left me hard as fuck, but I can see how tired she is, and I’m more than happy to let her fall asleep. There will be plenty of other times.

I grin, because I don’t think I’ve ever thought those words after being with someone.