Walking like he wasn’t carrying extra weight—cough-one-hundred-and-fifty-eight-pounds-cough—Alex navigated us down the hallway until he got to my bedroom.
In the dim light making its way to us from the living room, he stared down at me, his blue-grey eyes looking almost black in the shadows.
“Do you want to do this?” Before I could reply, he added, “Because if you don’t, I won’t be mad. We need to take this slowly, yes, but we both have to be on the same page to do that.”
I said my answer quickly in case he had anything else to say that’d eventually talk him out of what I figured we were about to do—the sex.
“I want to do this more than I want cake.”
We may not have a lot of light where we were, but I still got to watch as a grin spread across his face. Man, Alex had a great smile.
Toeing open the door, he walked smoothly over to the bed and lowered me down on top of it.
He was just about to say something when I sat up quickly, totally over the talking side. I wanted him inside me.
Undoing my bra, I took it off and threw it across to the other side of the room. Then I dropped onto my back, and trying not to look like I didn’t have a clue what I was doing when it came to seducing a man, I undid the fastening on my cut-offs and started to pull them down. Because they were so tight, they pulled my panties with them, which worked for me.
Alex’s eyes didn’t look away from what my hands were doing the whole time. In fact, I’m not sure he even blinked.
“That might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I was in a slightly scrunched-up position while I pulled them as far down my thighs as I could get them, so I just snorted.
“First thing tomorrow, we’ll make an appointment at the eye doctor for you.”
Instead of replying, he leaned down and took over pulling the garments off my legs, and then threw them over his shoulder.
“Christ, Evie. I’ve spent months picturing this”—he gestured from my head to my toes—“naked. None of it, not one mental image, comes close to what I’m seeing right now.”
Well, he couldn’t see much, seeing as how there wasn’t a light on, and he had those cataracts…
I heard a snick, and then it felt like my eyeballs were exploding as the light hit them out of nowhere.
As I blinked and tried to get my eyes used to it, I mumbled, “Warn a bitch next time.” Then I realized he was seeing me completely naked, and there I was, squinting and caring about the light.
Way to be sexy, Evie, you dick.
“Baby, you’re gorgeous,” he husked as he ran a hand from between my breasts down to my belly button. “Complete perfection.”
I managed to bite my tongue against the comment that wanted to fly out of it. Just.
Instead, I wrapped my leg around his hip and pulled him closer to me so that his knees were against the edge of the bed. Then, amazing myself with my stomach muscles, I sat up and unzipped his blue jeans.
Now, in all of my fantasies, not once did I expect to come face to face with what I did.
“Does— Does your underwear say ‘Rip ‘N Dip’ on them?”
“Pull my jeans down a bit more,” he snickered.
I was well aware this was the kind of thing boys would say to girls in high school to get laid, but I figured it was more of a genuine suggestion at our ages.
So I did.
“What is that?”
“It’s a wiener in a basket. DB and Tabby got them for me for Christmas. All of them have pictures of other names for men’s underwear on them, and this one’s a wiener basket.”
I couldn’t help it—it was so unexpected and hilarious that I just had to laugh. I did it that much and that hard that I had to lean my head against his stomach, so I didn’t lose my balance and pull him on top of me. Yeah, that’s how the horizontal mambo went, but accidents happened, and both of us could end up in hospital with injuries that’d delay us from being able to do this.
And that was unacceptable.
“Baby, I can feel your breaths on the skin that’s only inches away from my dick,” he choked out. “You’re killing me here.”
“Sorry.” Not moving my head away from where it was, I tugged on the sides of his jockey shorts and began pushing them down his legs.
Bit by bit, I uncovered him, then smiled when his cock broke free and bounced up to hit the skin of his abdomen just below my chin.
In the grand scheme of life and beauty, vaginas and penises are ugly, a bit like internal organs. But I could say with the utmost confidence that Alex’s penis wasn’t. It wouldn’t win any beauty awards, but if there was a contest for the best looking one, I’d vote for it.