There was a time for fucking up against a door, but our first time wasn’t it. I wanted to do this right. I backed us up, my mouth still lavishing wet kisses on her neck, until we half-stumbled into the bedroom.
I pulled up her shirt, slipping it over her head. The strings of her bikini tied at the nape of her neck, so I tugged on the ends to let the bow unravel. Silky pink and blue fabric fell away, revealing her firm, round tits.
My hands trembled a little, the realization that I was getting Leah Mae Larkin naked washing over me. Reaching around her back, I pulled the other bikini string and let it drop to the floor.
My cock ached to be inside her, but there would never be another first time. I held myself in check and focused on her. On worshiping her lithe body. I brushed my thumb across her nipple and traced a gentle circle, devouring her breathy gasps. Kissed my way down her neck, past her collarbone. Cupping her breast, I lapped my tongue against her hard peak. She tilted her head back, her hair falling around her shoulders, and a soft shudder ran through her body.
I pushed her onto the bed, even though I was still dressed, and I hadn’t taken her bikini bottoms off. There was already so much to explore. I lay on my side next to her and palmed one breast while I slowly licked the other. She shuddered again as I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked—gently at first, then harder. Squeezing one of her tits, I sucked on the other, feeling her body respond to the rhythm. She moved her hips, shifting her body closer to rub against me.
Sliding my hand lower, I kissed her mouth again while I hooked my thumb beneath her bikini bottoms. She helped slip them off, then pulled my shirt up. I broke our kiss just long enough to get my shirt over my head. Her hands caressed my chest, and I trailed my fingers down past her belly button to the apex of her thighs.
“Yes?” I asked, my hand hesitating.
She tilted her legs open, inviting my touch, and whispered, “Yes.”
I slid my fingers between her legs, nearly trembling at the feel of her silky soft skin. Looking down the length of her languid body, I wanted to pinch myself. Was I really here, with Leah Mae? With her naked body laid out for me, her lips whispering the yes I’d been dying to hear?
If this was a dream, I didn’t want it to end.
“Mm, so wet,” I said, tracing along her slit and dipping my fingertips inside her.
“I’ve been wet for you all day,” she said.
Just that hint of dirty talk from her sent a rush of heat through my veins. I explored her gently, taking in every shiver and gasp. Rhythmic pressure on her clit had her hips moving, soft moans escaping her lips.
Making her feel good was pleasantly addictive. I drew it out, caressing her, feeling for what she liked. Giving her more. I slid two fingers inside the soft, wet folds of her pussy, and she grabbed onto me, arching her back.
“Oh my god, Jameson.”
I curled my fingers to stimulate the tender spot just inside while I clamped my mouth on her nipple. She bucked against my hand, breathing hard, gasping out her pleasure.
“How are you… oh god…”
“What do you want, baby?”
“I want you inside me,” she breathed. “Please, Jameson. I want you to fuck me.”
I growled, letting my teeth graze the hollow at the base of her throat, my cock throbbing. “Say it again.”
“I want you to fuck me,” she said, her voice a whimper.
Her pussy was hot and tight around my fingers. God almighty, that was going to feel good wrapped around my dick. I slid my fingers out and brought them to my mouth. Sucked her taste off them with a low groan.
I fumbled for the condom in my wallet, then took off my shorts, kicking them onto the floor. Leah Mae’s hand traced down my abs, her fingers lingering in the trail of hair below my belly button. She met my eyes, bit her bottom lip, and wrapped her hand around my cock.
Her touch froze me. Until that moment, I’d been in complete control, slowly building the intensity. Making her tremble and moan, and enjoying every second. Now, I was putty in her hands, my brain completely short-circuiting. Sucking Leah Mae’s tits and sliding my fingers in her pussy hadn’t broken me, but her hand on my dick sure had.
I was done for.
She nudged me so I was on my back, the unopened condom still dangling from my fingers. Pumped her hand up and down my swollen cock a few times. Slow, deliberate strokes that had me paralyzed.