Salvation (Surrender 3)

“Not what I was thinking,” I answer, continuing to kiss along her collarbone.

“Ummm,” she moans, and it shoots straight to my gut.

“Not that I’m complaining, but this shirt’s a lot larger than your normal nightwear.”

“It’s Cruz’s.”

I stop and move back abruptly. Confusion slides across her face as I rip my own shirt over my head and hold it out. “You want to sleep in a guy’s shirt, sleep in mine.”

Jesus, am I jealous of her cousin? Her gay cousin?

She gives me a devilish smile and turns slowly. I watch her grip the hem of the shirt and slowly pull it off, teasing me with every inch of exposed skin. When she clears her head, she throws it in the corner and looks at me over her shoulder, holding her hand out for my own shirt.

My heart races as I stare at the bared skin on her practically naked body. Even though she says they’re underwear, the lacy black material hides very little. Her creamy skin is flawless, and I want to lick and kiss every inch of it. Instead of handing her my shirt, I drop it and step into her, pressing my chest against her back. The air in the room sizzles at the contact.

Her head is still turned toward me, but her eyes are half closed as she breathes deeply. I run my hands up her bare torso, feeling the goose bumps as I get closer to her hardened nipples. She trembles at the touch.

“Tell me to stop. I don’t want to push you.”

She doesn’t say a thing but opens her eyes and looks at me with a new gleam in her eye. “I’m not going to tell you to stop.”

My hands cup her breasts, and my fingertips run lightly over her tight buds as her eyes hold me hostage. Her breath catches as I massage gently and push my hips into her back, letting her feel what she’s done to me.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” I grip her tits firmly, and she throws her head into my shoulder.

She surprises me by turning and jumping into my arms, legs tightening around my waist. Her mouth captures mine in a deep, wet kiss that sends my already active brain into overdrive. She owns it, swallowing me into her and gripping my scalp. I hold her tight and let her have control, enjoying her aggression.

I scuffle my way to her bed and lay her down, our mouths still attached. Bracing over her, I rub my rock hard erection over her thigh and moan. She doesn’t relent, grinding into me. Even through my jeans, I feel her heat, and my first instinct is to tear off any remaining clothes. But then I think about my vow to take things slow and pull back.

Her lips are swollen, and her chest is heaving against my own. I look down at her body underneath mine, liking the way we fit together. She’s wrapped around me tight, her arms clutching at my neck.

“God, you’re perfect.”

She cringes but doesn’t let go, and I pull away to kiss down her neckline, collarbone, and chest until I get to her breast, pulling one perfect nipple into my mouth and sucking deep. Her body arches into mine as I lavish the taste of her skin on my tongue. She exhales loudly and I grin.

“Like that?” I ask.

“Yes

,” she rasps.

I take my time and then move to her other nipple, showing it the same attention. I nip, lick, and suck until my dick is about to blow. She bows off the bed at every touch. There’s only so much more my body can take until carnal need takes over and I’ll go too far. I suck each breast gently once more and move up her body, showering her with kisses along the way. When I get to her mouth, I suck her in and enjoy the feeling of our skin against each other before forcing myself to back away.

Her eyes are glazed and shiny when she finally looks at me.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” she says breathlessly.

“No, but there’s only so much I can take.”

She stares at me, and then her eyes grow before turning soft. “You don’t have to be careful with me. I liked that.”

“Babe, I’ll always be careful with you.” Her face blushes, but her eyes heat with desire.

“I’m not scared of sex, Robbie—”

“Never said you were.”

“But you treat me so delicately.”