V Card Sweetheart (Sweetheart, Colorado)

“I don’t want to push you or scare you. We can wait…”

“I don’t want to wait,” she says with a stomp of her foot.

I reach for her, but she stops me, pointing at the apron she still has on from work. “But let me shower first.”

I pull the apron over her head. “Honey, clean or dirty, I’ll like you any way.”

She slides her hands up my chest. “Please?”

I let my head drop until my forehead is pressed to hers. “Five minutes, Jane. Then I’m coming for you.”

She does a little squeal and turns really fast. I follow behind her, because fuck how could I not?

She’s digging in her suitcase for clothes. “No clothes. You don’t need clothes. Four minutes.”

She looks like she may argue, but she doesn’t. She walks into the bathroom and closes the door. I press my hands against the door frame and count down the minutes until she’s mine.

Jane

With my hair in a bun on top of my head and a towel wrapped around my body, I open the bathroom door and then jump back when I see Dutton leaning against the frame. He’s staring up and down my body like I’m a gift he can’t wait to open.

“Ready now?”

“Uh, lotion. Just lotion.” I walk around him and over to the dresser to grab my lotion. I’ve never been naked in front of a man, and I can’t imagine putting it on in front of him. “You want to meet in your room?”

He stalks over to me and holds his hand out. “Give me that.”

His voice is deeper than usual. It’s commanding, and it sends a chill down my spine.

Without thinking about it, I hand over the small bottle.

He squirts some into his hand and sets the bottle on the dresser top. He rubs his hands together and then touches my shoulders, smoothing it into my skin. He reaches for the towel. “I want to take this off.”

I hold my hands even tighter on the edge of the towel. “You first,” I tell him, trying to buy myself some time.

He pulls his shirt over his head and drops it to the floor. I watch as his fingers undo the button and zipper of his jeans. And even if a bomb went off in the other room, there’s no way I could look anywhere except at Dutton. He pulls his pants down and steps out of them. His penis is big, thick, and standing erect as if it’s pointing right at me. He wraps his hand around his girth and strokes himself from root to tip.

He moans, and I know my eyes are as big as saucers. “Does it hurt?”

“No honey. Knowing he’s going to be inside you soon, he’ll be all right.”

He smiles and then reaches for the towel. I still have a death grip on the edges, but when he asks me if I trust him, I know I do, and I let the towel drop to the floor.

His gaze drops to my body, and I suck in my breath, wishing I’d lost at least ten pounds before he saw me. He reaches for the lotion, squirts some on his hand, and moves in closer to me. His hands go straight to my breast, kneading and massaging me. My hard peaks pucker with each caress. “You’re perfect,” he whispers into my ear.

He keeps working his magic, massaging the lotion into my belly, my thighs, up and down my legs. He’s touching me everywhere, except for where I’m yearning for him to touch. His manhood is pressed into my belly as he moves in close and massages my back.

I run my hands up his stomach, across his flat abs and up his chest, twirling my finger around his erect nipples. He groans, and I smile, knowing I did that to him. I made him feel good.

When he’s touched every other part of my body, he finally nestles his hand between my thighs. “Are you wet for me, Jane?”

My hands go to his shoulders so that I can hold myself steady. “Yes. I’m always wet for you. Even at the diner when all you do is stare at me, I’m wet for you.”

He rewards me with a few strokes to my clit, and I come up on my tiptoes. “Yes,” I moan. I rest my head onto his chest, and he’s relentless as he fingers me, caressing my clit. It isn’t long before a burning starts inside me. “I’m going to come,” I tell him, and he adds more pressure. I’m kissing his chest, running my tongue around his nipple but then I climax and my whole body pulsates.

The orgasm wracks through my body, and my legs would give out and I’d fall to the floor if Dutton didn’t pick me up like I weigh nothing at all. He strides from the room, and I wrap my legs around his waist. “Where are we going?”