He took her hand, and without another word, he led her upstairs, going straight to his own bedroom. The sheets were off the bed, and he’d made sure to clean everything so that it would create the perfect atmosphere.
“You’ve thought of everything,” she said.
“I wanted tonight to be special, and I knew I could do that.”
He pulled his shirt from his pants, over his head until it fell onto the floor. Staring into her brown eyes, he removed his jeans and his boxer briefs until he was completely naked.
Her mouth opened and closed.
“You’ve seen me naked a lot of times,” he said.
“That was different.”
“How was it different, babe?” he asked, tugging on her shirt.
“All of those other times, I knew we weren’t going to have sex.”
“And now?” he asked.
“Now, I know it’s going to happen.”
Her shirt was gone, and then he fingered her jeans, kneeling before her to leave them in a heap on the floor. She stood in a sheer red lacy bra and panties, her curves on display, nothing hidden from him.
Skimming his fingers up her thighs, he stood, staring down at her. She didn’t avert her gaze, or try to cover up, and he was pleased with that. He didn’t want her to cover up, or hide her beauty.
To him, she was the most beautiful woman in the whole world. The first day he’s seen her in nursery, he’d thought she was pretty. Every single day from then on, he’d thought it.
“I love you, Aria, so damn much.”
“I love you, too.”
He cupped her hips, drawing her against him. His cock pressed against her stomach, and she didn’t fight him, nor did she push him away. Her hands stayed on his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh in little half-moons.
Fingering the catch of the bra, he opened it up, and her tits spilled out. They were more than a handful, perfect to him. Lifting one breast up, he slid his tongue against the pointed nipple, and her head tilted back as she cried out.
“That’s right, baby,” he said. “Offer them up to me.”
She cupped her breasts, offering them up for him to suck and tease. She tasted so damn sweet, and he knew he was never going to get tired of tasting her, loving her.
Stroking his fingers down her back, he teased the edge of her panties. He didn’t have the time to wait, and with one tug, the panties were gone, torn from her body.
“I liked them,” she said, breathlessly.
“It’s okay. I liked them as well.” Pressing his hand against her pussy, they both groaned. “I like you a hell of a lot more out of them.”
He slid a finger through her slit, finding her soaking wet. Her clit was swollen, and he stroked her pussy, wanting to her to be as aroused as he was.
Moving her around so that her back was to the bed, he moved her, allowing her to lie down.
“Open your legs,” he said.
His cock was rock hard, and the tip was pulsing with pre-cum.
She bit her lip, and he saw her nerves. Part of him wanted to call a stop to this, but he knew it was only because it was her first time. Aria opened her thighs wide, and he stared down at her pretty pussy.
He moved toward the bed, and pulled out a condom. “I want to be prepared,” he said, tearing into the foil packet and sliding the latex over his cock.
Back between her thighs, he knelt on the bed, and spread the lips of her pussy wide.