“I didn’t have any white underwear.” He laughed. “I tried some lighter ones, but they all showed through.”
I laughed along with him. My gaze was drawn to his cock. It rose from a bush of black curly hair. I wanted to touch it, explore it, search underneath and look at his balls, his inner thighs. I wanted to lace my fingers in his pubic hair. I wanted to turn him around and look at his ass. Run my palms over it.
This was all new to me, and I wanted to savor every moment, explore his perfect body with my hands, my mouth—every part of me.
I looked down at my panties. I could already smell the arousal in the air between us. He was right. It smelled like vanilla and musk. I inhaled deeply.
“Looks like I’m a little more naked than you are,” he said, and he slid his thumb under the lace waistband of my panties. “You’re amazing. So amazing. Your body. Wow.”
I was thankful he couldn’t see the blush on my cheeks in the darkness. Only the moonlight shone upon us, and he looked like a god. A god about to deflower a virgin.
Slowly he slid the panties over the cheeks of my ass, baring me to his view. “Your pussy is already swollen. You’re so hot.”
I didn’t doubt it. I was throbbing down there, aching for something. Now I knew what I was aching for. Ryan Steel. Ryan Steel’s cock to fill that emptiness. The emptiness I had always known existed but never quite knew how to fill. I had been waiting for this man.
“What do you want to do, baby?” he asked.
I swallowed my fears again, determined to be honest with him this one night. “I want to touch you. I want to get to know every inch of your body.”
“Sounds great.” He pulled me close to him. He kissed my lips, taking my tongue with his. After a few moments, he pulled away. “I could kiss you forever. Your mouth is so soft, and you taste of fresh raspberries.” He stroked my jawline with his finger. “So lovely.”
I took advantage of our position and raised my own hand to stroke his jawline, letting his stubble prickle my fingers. I’d meant what I said. I wanted to touch and explore every part of him, and I would begin with his gorgeous face. I trailed my fingers over the contours of his cheeks, over the outer shell of his ear down to his ear lobe, which was soft under my fingertips. I moved my hands over his scalp, threading my fingers through his beautiful hair. Then I came back to his cheeks, and I moved upward, combing through his eyebrows, rubbing his forehead, and then touching my thumbs to his temples. Then down to his neck, massaging a little as I went.
Next, his shoulders. Those broad, masculine shoulders. His skin was a light bronze, darker than my own fair skin, and the contrast between my hand and his shoulder mesmerized me. His skin was soft, softer than I had expected.
“I love your touch, baby,” he said.
His words warmed me, giving me courage. I glided my fingers over his chest, his glorious pectorals, his coppery nipples that hardened under my touch. Low moans left his throat. He was so firm, so warm. I slid over the black hairs covering his pecs and nipples. So gorgeous. Downward to his tight abs. He had a classic six-pack, the perfect amount of hair that thickened slightly as it led to his crotch. I moved outward, to his hips, their slight indentation so erotic and masculine. And then I did it. What I’d dreamed of. I slid my hands around his hips to the globes of his perfect ass.
So smooth. So warm. I trailed my fingers through the crease, and he jolted slightly when I touched his asshole.
I hadn’t meant to. I was enjoying touching him so much that I’d let myself go, did what was feeling right, not thinking about where I was going.
“I’m so sorry,” I said, bringing my hands back to my sides.
“It’s okay. I was just a little surprised. You can touch me wherever you want, baby.”
“I’m so embarrassed.”
He smiled. “Don’t be.” He took my hand and led it back to his chest. “Touch me. Please. I want you to.”
His skin heated my fingertips, and I trailed to his nipple once again. I flicked it, and it hardened. “Does that feel good to you?”
He closed his eyes. “Mmm. Yes, it does.”
I flicked it again and then moved to the other one. It hardened instantly. Then, gathering my courage, I moved toward him and swiped my tongue over one.
He tasted of salt and musk. I licked it again and then kissed it, wrapped my lips around the nub and sucked. If I liked this, why wouldn’t he?
“Ahh,” he groaned.
I pulled back. “I didn’t know men liked that.”
“I can’t speak for all men, but I love it.”
I clamped my lips to his nipple again and tugged. His cock, already erect, nudged against me, bobbing as though looking for attention.
I trailed my lips down his chest, his smooth abdomen, to the black curls between his legs. With my hands, I fingered them, their roughness, and inhaled. Male musk. So tempting.