Heath stops kissing me long enough to gaze into my eyes. That look is enough to get me going again.
“Are you cold?” he asks.
I run my fingers through his thick dark hair and touch the scruff of his jaw. “I’m perfect.”
He glances down at my breasts. “Damn right you are.”
I laugh. He kisses my lips again. I can feel the hardness of his cock digging into me through his jeans. This time when we kiss there’s an urgency there. When I open my mouth to taste him, he greedily takes my tongue and sucks it into his mouth, holding it captive for several seconds until letting it go. But I want back in. I force my tongue between his lips and kiss him deeply again.
He squeezes my breast and I gasp. Taking my bottom lips between his teeth, he gently bites it. I’m caught between the intensity of our kiss and the feel of his thumb brushing against my nipple through the thin fabric of my bra. He never touches the skin, but the feeling is so intense my nipples become hard.
“You have an amazing body,” he tells me.
Before I can return the compliment, he’s kissing me again. His mouth then leaves my lips and finds my chin. He goes back to my neck, moving down, back to the swell of my breast where he started. Squeezing them together, he sticks his tongue in the crevice.
“I want to fuck you so hard,” he says. “You have no idea how difficult it is to restrain myself right now.”
I’m breathing like I’ve just run a mile. “Then fuck me,” I say.
I’m not trying to hold him back. I’m ready. The pool between my legs is evidence enough. If he could get me that close to coming by just using his fingers, I have no doubt of his abilities anymore.
He shakes his head, tracing his finger around my bellybutton. “No, I want to torture you first.”
My eyebrows go up and I meet his mischievous gaze.
He continues. “I want to bring you right to the edge before denying you. Push and pull until you think you’ll lose your mind. By the time I finally allow your body release, you’ll feel it in your bones, your skull, your teeth.”
“Yes, I want that,” I say desperately, barely able to get the words out through ragged breaths.
I’m frantically trying to peel off his clothes, but he’s not making it easy for me. After several more failed attempts, he finally stands up. I stay on the bed, propped up on my elbows and watch as he kicks off his boots. Slow and sexy, he takes off his shirt, revealing again, the most beautiful male body I’ve ever seen. Perfect columns of muscle that create a six pack. The trail of hair and an extremely sexy V that points down to the treasure between his legs.
He slowly unbuttons his jeans, then unzips them, drawing the time out, making a show of it. His big, hard cock tightens his jeans, making it somewhat of a struggle to get them off, but when he finally does, it’s worth the wait. Even with his boxers on, it’s easy to see he’s gifted size-wise. There’s a dark spot on his gray boxers, wet from pre cum.
“I want them off,” I say, sitting up. “I want to see everything.”
“You first,” he says.
I waste no time, and reach back, undoing my bra and tossing it across the room.
He makes a sound of approval and with a touch of whimsy in his voice says, “Those are incredible.”
My breasts have always been a flytrap for men. Even Stephanie always makes comments about how perfect they are. Not too big, not too small. Full, round, natural C-cups. I’m quite proud of them, actually. Especially after seeing the look on Heath’s face.
I stand up and kick off my boots and socks and take off my jeans so that we’re both in our underwear.
“Now your turn,” I say, pointing to his boxers.
His smile removes any of the residual fears or hesitation I had about hooking up with a stranger. He hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and he pulls them down. My eyes open wide, drinking in every ounce of him. His cock is steel-hard, thick and proud, the tip of the head reaching up to his bellybutton. My pussy flexes instinctually, as if my body is warming to accommodate his size. I’ve never been with a man this big before, and I start to wonder how easily I can take him. He’s even bigger than my dildo, which is a good seven inches.
I’m in disbelief that I’m here right now. This gorgeous man stripped down in front of me. Crazy how I woke up this morning with plans to get coffee and go shopping. Now I’m here. And to think it all started with a mistake. Something stupid I said on the internet. If only all the stupid things I say could end with such a reward.
I want him bad but he refuses to give himself to me right away, even with my arms stretched toward him, begging. He has more self-control than I do. Probably from all the women he pleasures on a regular basis. I’m just one of many. Another notch on his belt. I don’t know why I’m jealous, but I am, and the thought of him with all those other women takes the fire out of me.
He must see it in my face, because he comes closer to me and wraps his arms around my waist, hands rubbing the bare skin of my back. “You’re so beautiful,” he says. “More beautiful than any other woman I’ve ever been with.”
There’s a flutter in my stomach even though I’m sure he probably uses that line on all of them. But he says it so convincingly that I buy into it—if only for the moment—hook, line, and sinker.
I remind myself that this isn’t a relationship. I’m not here for love. He’s the O-Maker, and right now, I’m here to get my damn O.
Grabbing the sides of his face, I say, “Kiss me.”
He does. And it’s a messy, wonderful, frenzy of a kiss. He pushes me down, forcing my knees apart and sinks between my legs. At first his fingers flirt with the soaked fabric of my panties.
He rubs me vigorously, kissing my inner thigh. He wasn’t joking when he said this would be torture. I want him so much I feel half out of my mind.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he says.
“I …”
I thought I knew what was supposed to happen next in this dance, but it turns out I don’t. I’m not sure what I want because everything I’ve had done to me before with other men hasn’t worked. But that’s what I’m used to, so it’s just expected. Now it seems like whatever Heath is doing is what I want. Like he knows my body better than I do.
“I don’t know,” I admit, embarrassed.
I’m sure he was expecting some confident tigress in the sack, and instead he got this confused mess. How disappointed he must be.
He looks curiously at me. I have to say, there’s nothing sexier than a man looking up at me from between my legs. This man in particular.
He gets this cheeky smile that I’m starting to realize is a signature of his. “I guess that’s a problem, isn’t it? No wonder a guy has never given you an orgasm before. He’s flying blind down here.”
“You seem to know what you’re doing just fine,” I say.
He bites the soft skin of my inner thigh, making me jump a little. “That’s because I know how to read a woman’s body,” he says. That jealous beast inside of me rears its head again at the mention of other women, and I again try to force it down, but he’s making it difficult. Maybe he’s doing it on purpose. Maybe that’s part of the torture he was talking about. If so, I don’t like it.
“Like when I do this …” he says, and touches the skin just above my clit. I let out a slow breath. “Right there your body just did a hundred different things that tell me you liked that. Your breathing changed. Your ass raised off the bed just the slightest bit as if your pussy were reaching for my finger after I took it away. The way your mouth parted.”
“If you’re so in tune with a woman’s body, then why did you ask me what I wanted in the first place?” I ask.
He continues to touch that very delicate spot above my clit, rubbing in circles. I’ve never had a man touch me there for any length of time. It’s usually bypassed, going straight to the clit.
He shrugs. “I just wanted to hear you talk dirty, make you think you have a say in all
the things I plan to do to you.”
“Oh, well then,” I say matter-of-factly. “Then fuck my pussy.”
He lifts his head, looking at the ceiling in thought. “Hmm. No. I mean, yeah, you’d probably get off at this point if we just fucked, but you’re not getting off that easy. I want you to beg for it. I want you starving for it.” Another flick of his fingers above my clit has me almost jumping out of my skin. I can’t focus on his words, I’m so out of my mind with want.
I spread my legs wider for him. “Do what you will.” I’m practically begging. Can’t he hear it in my voice?
I’m lying on my back, head on several pillows, inclined just enough to see what’s happening. My heart hammers in my chest. As he starts to touch me, my body comes alive, leaning into his every caress. His hands start at my knees, teasing, tickling their way down to my center. His eyes stay steady on my face.
I’m trying to keep calm, to keep from grabbing onto the back of his head and pressing his face into me. This is a moment I need to savor because who knows when the next time will be when I find myself in bed with a man as incredibly sexy as Heath. Guys like him don’t grow in these parts too often. He’s like some rare orchid and I can’t believe I’m lying here, exposed to him.
His finger slips into the cleft between my legs, sliding easily along my wet flesh. When he barely bumps his hand against my clit, I nearly come undone. We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff and already I’m feeling the pressure in my core, that same wonderful buildup I’d felt when he fingered me in the dressing room at the store.