“What?” she breathes out heavily, her lids hanging low as her body wriggles. In that position, it’s easy to imagine her hand dipping between her legs to seek relief. Fuck.
I move to undo my pants and give my cock more room to expand. “Your tight skirts, the ones that tease me when you bend over, or are so tight, you can’t stand without relying on me.”
Folding her hands behind her head, she asks, “So you like the damsel in distress act?”
“No. I just like the damsel herself.” I pull my shirt down over my shoulders and then tug my undershirt over my head, tossing them both to the side of the bed. Bending down, I kiss her lips and then lower to that delicate curve of her neck that was teasing me earlier. “Mmm.” I give the craving a sound, wanting her to feel my vibration against her skin.
The tips of her fingers weave through my hair and then clasp together, holding me where she wants me. Tilting to the side, I kiss behind her ear. Intoxicated by the perfume scenting her skin, I’m urged to explore even more of her.
The frenzy of earlier has calmed, and though I don’t want her any less, I like that this pace feels natural for us. Did I expect anything other than unique with Juni? No, that’s why I find her so sexy. That and when she whispers, “Don’t hold back. I want you, Drew.”
“I want you so much.” Anchoring her knee to my side, I push her skirt down that leg until it puddles at her hip and then wedges between her legs. Too many clothes still divide us, but she’s so enticing that it’s hard to go slow. Discovering what drives her wild is part of the fun. When I lift, I discover a small smile on her face. “What is it?”
Her fingers dance through the hair on my chest, and she says, “I’m happy.”
The simple and direct words hold so much more weight than I’d expect. She’s happy. She’s happy to be here, to be with me, to be moving from friendship to more with the act of sex to bridge the leap.
But in her words, I find I feel that as well. “I’m happy.” Sure, it slows things down that were heating up, but I can tell her how I feel without it changing what’s happening now. That’s Juni. She runs off her emotions and whims and deserves to know how she’s made me feel. “You make me happy, Juni.”
While her fingers spin my chest hairs, she reaches up with the other hand and runs it along the side of my neck, grasping in the back. “I think we’ve had a breakthrough, Mr. Christiansen.”
“You do excellent work, Dr. Jacobs.”
Through a giggle, she adds, “I like that you have hair on your chest. You’re definitely all man, Drew.” Her hands round my shoulders, and she pulls me down to her again. We kiss and become more intimately acquainted when we start grinding together.
In everyday life, Juni is funny, a bit quirky, and definitely entertaining. She wears clothes that cover most of her body and makes no apologies for being who she is. In this bedroom, in my bedroom, the humor is stripped away, revealing someone not afraid to take what she desires. I’m just the lucky bastard she wants.
The vixen.
I stand to strip down my pants and toss my socks to I don’t know where. Who the fuck cares? I feel alive for the first time in years because of this woman. I don’t want to waste a damn second not focused on thanking every inch of her body.
She unzips her skirt at the hip, and when it puddles to the floor, her sweater comes over her head. She climbs back on the bed, moving toward the upholstered headboard. Resting her head on a pillow, she lies in a bra and matching underwear.
The red against her pale skin is something naughty that feels opposite of the outfit she was wearing. “Did you dress for me?”
Her body squirms in reaction, arms raising above her head and thighs sliding together. “Would you be mad if I said I did?” Her tone is teasing like that little grin on her face.
“Only mad that it took all day to see you like this.” In just my boxers, I climb on the bed and settle over her.
With a nudge of my knee, her legs butterfly open as an invitation to get closer. I hold myself over her, kissing her, but my hips thrust enough to get her body begging for more. When her moan escapes, I capture it on my tongue and kiss her again, consuming her breath, her moans, and her need.
She kisses and then whispers, “Every day, I dress for you.”
“Like a present waiting to be unwrapped.”