“Wow, this place is great.” It’s nicer than the home we had back in the suburbs.
“Thanks. It’s been in my family for years, but it’s just me here now.” He takes my hand and leads me inside. “I’ll grab your bag—please have a look around.” He walks out to the vehicle while I slowly stroll through the house. The entryway is vast with a staircase in the middle leading to the second and then third floor. I don’t think I’ve ever been in a home with three floors before.
His place is gorgeous and neat. A yawn escapes my mouth as I enter the main family room.
“Let’s get ready for bed. You are exhausted.” It is extremely late; it could almost be considered early.
I turn around as he slides his arms around my waist. “I’d like that.” I lift up on my toes and press my lips to his chin.
“You know I’m serious when I say that we don’t have to move that fast, Lydia.”
“I know.”
“Good. Now, come on. I could use some sleep too.”
He leads me upstairs to the bedroom farthest from the stairs. “The bathroom is right there if you’d like to get ready for bed.” I nod and walk over. I go through my bag and see that I’m missing my pajamas. “Shit.”
“What’s wrong?” He cups my face, and his large, rich eyes stare into mine.
“I forgot my pajamas.”
“I’ll give you a shirt.”
“Okay.” Now I’m happy I forgot my sleepwear.
He comes to the door and knocks. “Here you go, baby.” I take his shirt and close the door. Bringing it to my nose, I breathe in, smelling my man’s freshly laundered white tee before changing into his shirt. It’s so long that it looks like a nightgown on me. When I step out, he’s in his boxers and a tee shirt. My goodness, he’s staring at me like a wolf. I blush, because I saw my reflection in the mirror—it’s nothing special to me.
“I like seeing you in my clothes.” I bite my lip and look down, only to feel his hand cup my chin. “Don’t be embarrassed. You’re gorgeous, and I’m lucky to even be in your presence.” He takes my hand in his big, meaty one and leads me over to the bed, pulling back the covers and helping me onto the high frame. Damn, I’m short.
He slides in beside me, snaking his hand under my body and wrapping it around my waist as he drags me to him. My pulse quickens—although not from fear, but with longing for more. I know I slowed it down, but now that we're here, I crave more. "Relax, little girl. You're rubbing your round, soft ass on my aching cock and I’m only human." I don't stop because I want to rile him up. Repeating the movements, I get a reaction, a pleasurable one. I'm on my back with his body pinning me to the mattress. "What did I tell you?"
"I'm sorry." I'm not sorry.
"Liar. You're horny. Say it, say you need to come, and I'll have you screaming my name."
"Make me come, Whit."
"That's it, babe. That's all I needed to hear."
He presses his lips to mine, stealing my breath in a passionate kiss. Slowly he pulls away, looking into my eyes. "Beautiful and all mine." My face heats as his words wash over me. My pulse doubles as he skims along the curve of my throat and shoulder, every kiss marking me as his. Breathy whispers of more escape my lips as my body needs his possession. Whitaker slides my shirt up until my breasts are revealed to his eyes. The feel of his tongue scraping along the underside and up to my peak is magic. From one to the other, he sucks, licks, and bites just hard enough to cause my pussy to vibrate.
Sensing my orgasm building, he slips his fingers under the edge of my panties, dipping past my soft curls to my soaking wet lips. His thumb hits my need and I come, shaking and rocking against his hand. "Damn, I love the sound of your cries. Let it out, baby. Let me hear you come."
"Yes, make me come," I scream out, blushing furiously. I don't know why that came out.
"Do you want me to eat your little pussy?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?" He slaps my mound, and I moan.
"Yes. Eat me out."
His mouth licks me down until he swipes at my slit with my panties off to the side in one hand. "I need more," he growls. Sitting up, he grabs the hem and tugs them down until my wet labia is on display. Dropping down to his stomach, he gets back to work with his head between my thighs, licking harder and faster.
I fall apart, coming painfully sweet, back arching and heart racing. I let go and collapse on the bed, feeling thoroughly spent. My energy suddenly seems to have left my bones. “Sleep, my sweet girl.” He kisses my cheek and wraps me in his arms.