Back and forth his hips gyrate and I take him in. When his balls tighten I know he’s close and I put more effort into it. Moaning around him, savoring his taste, he starts to pull me away, but I shake my head, letting him know that I want all of him.
He doesn’t disappoint. He lets his release shoot into my mouth and I swallow every last drop of him. My lips smack when I pull off of him and I lick my lips, making sure I got it all.
Roughly, he grips my arms and pulls me up in front of him. “I need to be inside you, Naomi. Now. Where is your bedroom?”
His hands are sliding all over my body and only then do I start to feel the pressure of it all. His body is perfection and I have more curves than I have flat lines. I try to wrap my arms around my middle self-consciously, but he’s not having it. He pulls at my arms and holds them out, looking up and down my body, taking it all in. I’m sure he sees that my hips are wide, and I have a slight pooch on my lower belly. My boobs are big, but not as perky as they once were. I stand there with my arms open wide as he looks his fill. I want to look anywhere but at him, but I force myself to look directly at his face. And the longer I do, I see it. He’s attracted to me. He doesn’t have to say a thing. He doesn’t have to do anything. I can see the way his body reacts to seeing mine. His pulse is beating rapidly in his neck. I can almost see the steady beat of his heart as it thumps in his chest. His nostrils are flared and I swear he’s taking deep inhaling breaths because he can smell my desire. But the dead giveaway is the fact that he’s already hard again. He just came and already he’s hard again…. Because of me.
I quit trying to fight him and let my arms drop to my sides, no longer wanting to block his gaze from me. I arch my back, and when I do, his hand comes up as his finger circles my hard nipple. He covers me with his lips, sucking my hard peak into his mouth before pulling away. “Where. Is. Your. Bedroom?”
The hard, demanding tone brings me out of my daze. Am I really going to do this? Am I really going to sleep with someone I just met? Indecision and pure lust battle against each other in my head. As if sensing my hesitancy, Neil pulls away. But he doesn’t release me. His big strong hands are touching my shoulders, my breasts, down my hips and the front of my thighs. He’s so close, so close to exactly where I’m burning up for him. He nuzzles my neck, kissing and licking a path across it. “If you want to wait we can. We can get dressed and go to dinner. But just know I want you, honey. Now that I have a taste of you.” He licks and nips my collarbone and my head falls back with a moan. “I won’t go away. This will happen, if not tonight… soon.”
His palm cups the swollen weight of my breast. I’m going to tell him no. But when I look into his eyes, the only words that leave my mouth are, “Yes… I want you too.”
He grabs my hand and points toward the door. He wants me to lead us to the bedroom. I walk us out of the dining room, down the hall, and to the bedroom. The whole way, I can feel him watching me, every shake, every jiggle of my body, I know he sees. But when I stop next to the bed and he pulls me against him with both hands squeezing onto my ass, I know he liked it. I know he likes me.
He lifts me up and sets me on the bed. As I crawl backwards to give him more room, he puts his knee on the bed and crawls up between my legs. He trails kisses up my inner thighs and I hold my breath, waiting. When his hands push my legs farther apart, I wait. When there’s silence on his end, I lift my head and look down at him. He’s staring at my girly bits and I start to close my legs, but he doesn’t let me. His hands go to my legs, pushing them wider, holding me open to him. He kisses me then, right on my needy, swollen, slick core. My hips jerk at the contact and a moan, my moan, fills the air.
My hand goes to his hair and I hold him there, hoping he never stops.