I wanted us naked, our bodies pressed together, both of us sweaty as we got lost and consumed in the pleasure. A groan left me at the images those thoughts conjured up.
So many things mattered in this situation, the befores and afters, the dangers and uncertainties, but in this moment… the only thing that mattered was that I made Nadja feel good.
I didn’t break the kiss as I reached between our bodies with one hand, all but tore the button from her pants, ripped the zipper down, and tried to push the material down her legs. I needed her bare for me like I needed to fucking breathe.
She gripped me, pulled me closer like her life depended on it. I knew mine did.
Nadja was hot and pliant, and the fact that she surrendered herself to me made it all the sweeter. But when she put her hands on my chest and pushed me away, it took all my willpower to retreat. It seemed abhorrent to do such a thing, to move from her when it felt so good to be beside her.
I took a step back, but one look in her eyes told me she wasn’t stopping this. Nothing was said as I watched her finish undressing. She kicked off her jeans, slipped her thumbs under the lacy edge of her panties, and pushed those fuckers down too. And when she was about to toss the panties aside, I reached out and took them from her hold. Her eyes widened slightly as she watched me bring the soaked material to my nose. I kept eye contact the entire time as I inhaled, her scent so fucking intoxicating I actually closed my eyes and moaned because of it.
My cock jerked violently behind my fly when she licked her lips, when I saw her pupils dilate farther… when I knew she was primed for me. I could have come from looking at her alone, and when she gripped the hem of her shirt and slowly started to lift the cotton material up, everything in me stilled.
I still held onto her panties as I watched the bottom of her breasts come into view. Shoving the material in the back pocket of my jeans, I slid my hand down to palm my straining dick as it pressed incessantly against my zipper.
“Jesus Christ.” The air left me powerfully when she had the shirt off. She stood in front of me completely bared, her form womanly. “I could get off just standing here looking at you.” Her nipples seemed to tighten after I spoke, as if my words triggered the pleasure in her. She lowered her eyes to my crotch, watching as I continued to rub my hand up and down my erection. She made this soft, erotic noise.
Nadja was mine. That repeated in my head over and over again.
I let myself appreciate her body, the way her breasts were a nice handful, how her nipples were a dusky-rose color. They were tight, so hard my mouth watered. Her hips flared out slightly, her belly flat. And her pussy… fuck her pussy was gorgeous. She had a trimmed thatch of dark hair covering that sweet spot, and I felt pre-cum continuously line the tip of my cock, soaking the front of my jeans.
I parted my lips and breathed in deeply when she reached out and placed a hand flat on my chest. And when she slid that hand down so she could work the button of my jeans free, then pull the zipper down, a deep groan left me. I was frantic as I got rid of those fucking pants, my cock springing forth like a damn sea monster ready to conquer.
“I want to touch you,” she whispered.
“My body is yours,” I said instantly.
A strangled noise left me when she wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft. She stroked me from root to tip, her palm gentle over my length, her eyes trained on mine. She seemed hesitant, unsure. God, did she know how perfect she was, how perfect she felt?
I reached out and tangled my hand in her hair, pulling her to me so I could slant my mouth on hers, so I could fuck her there.
“I want to taste you.”
Holy. Fuck. Christ.
I couldn’t speak after hearing her say that. And when she sank to her knees and tipped her head back to look at me, all sane thoughts left my head.
“You don’t have to. I don’t want you doing anything you’re not comfortable with.” I should have won a damn medal for the fact that I could even utter a damn word, most of all trying to talk her out of sucking my dick.
She licked her lips and moved in just an inch, the feeling of her warm breath moving over the tip of my erection having my body go solid. “I want to,” she moaned. And then she took the crown into the hot, wet confines of her suctioning mouth.