Waxing His Board (Filthy Dirty Summer)

Having a guy I’d only known for such a short time tell me that I would be his probably should have had me running for the door. But the shiver that raced down my spine at the possessiveness in his tone wasn’t one of revulsion. It was sensual need—a completely new experience for me—and feminine satisfaction. “You really want me to be yours?”

“Not want. I know you’ll be mine,” he corrected, brushing his thumb across my cheekbone. “But if you’re not ready for that yet, we can slow this down a little bit.”

“Slow has never been my style.” I covered his hand with my palm and pressed it against my cheek. “Let’s ride this wave together.”

“Fuck yeah. I knew you were perfect for me.” He stood and reached for me, sliding his arms under my butt to lift me off my seat. Then he stalked into the house and headed straight upstairs.

When we entered his bedroom, he dropped me onto the king-sized mattress. I bounced a couple of times after landing, making me giggle. But my laughter didn’t last long. It was quickly replaced by frantic need when Wilder ripped his shirt over his head, exposing his sculpted chest to my gaze.

Kicking off my shoes, I started to slide one of the spaghetti straps off my shoulder when he shook his head. “Nuh-uh, baby. Keep your dress on. I want to be the one to take it off.”

Goose bumps spread across my skin at his rasped command. Getting on my knees, I watched in awe as he stripped down to his boxer briefs and crawled onto the mattress. He kept his eyes on mine while he tugged the bodice of my dress down until the material snagged on my hips. My boobs were small enough that I often went without a bra, so I hadn’t thought twice about doing so tonight. Not until Wilder's gaze landed on my breasts and a groan rumbled up his chest. “So damn gorgeous.”

My nipples were harder than diamonds as he bent low to suck one into his mouth. Tunneling my fingers through his thick hair, I pressed him closer as I arched my back to push my tit against his lips. “Holy heck, that feels amazing.”

“Hold on tight, baby. It’s gonna get a fuck of a lot better,” he promised with a cocky smile before switching to the other side to pay it the same attention. I felt each tug of his lips deep in my core as though a string connected my nipples to my clit. Or at least that was what I thought until Wilder worked his way down my body, tugged my dress over my hips, and inched my panties off. Then he introduced me to a whole new level of pleasure.

Laying on the mattress, I widened my legs so he could position himself between them. Once he was situated, he bent his head and the warmth of his breath against my pussy made me whimper. Then his tongue slid through my wetness, and my core clenched.

I let out a little gasp of surprise and felt his lips curve into a grin. Licking me from the bottom of my pussy to the top, he growled. “Eating your pussy is my new favorite pastime.”

“You won’t get any complaints from me if you want to indulge as often as you’d like.” His tongue swirled around my clit, making my hips jump as I mewled.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you what you need.”

He followed through on that promise, using his lips, tongue, and teeth to drive me to the brink of release. Then he pushed me right over by pinching my clit. I was still shuddering from my orgasm when he started to work a finger into me.

“You’re so damn tight. I’m gonna need to make sure you’re ready to take me.”

“Um. Yeah…about that.” I clutched his shoulders, my cheeks heating. “I probably should have mentioned this before things got hot and heavy between us. I’m not sure if it’ll make a difference to you.”

His eyes burned into mine as his grip on my hip tightened. “You can tell me anything, Chloe. Nothing you say is going to change what’s happening between us.”

“I’ve never done this before. None of it. I’m a virgin.” My blush deepened. “That was my first orgasm anyone has given me.”

“Okay, I lied.” My heart stutter-stopped until he added, “Knowing that I’m the only man who will ever get to see you like this makes me want to pound my chest like a fucking caveman.”

My gaze dropped, my lips curving into a grin. “Well, you do have killer pecs.”

He crawled up my body to capture my mouth in a quick, deep kiss. I tasted myself on his tongue, and it heightened my pleasure. Leaving me breathless, he lifted his head and murmured, “I’ll take good care of the gift you’re giving me, baby.”