I chose left and circled my lips across the scar, up and over the swell of her breast, until I got to her nipples.
They were dark little discs of perfect topped with a perky nipple that I couldn’t help biting slightly.
She gasped and pulled me closer by my beard.
“Feisty,” I teased as I gave my head a shake. She held on tight. “Tonight, you can enjoy holding the reins. Take off your shirt.”
Her hands left my beard and went to my shirt instead, causing me to laugh.
I disentangled myself from her for a few seconds and allowed her to tug the shirt up and off my head, then grinned wickedly when she started for her own shirt.
“Your pants,” she whispered, gesturing for me to get with the program. “Your gun’s digging into my thigh, and it’s got rough grips.”
I looked down at where I carried my gun appendix carry and pulled it free with one expert tug.
Setting it on the counter, I moved to the button of my jeans and started pushing them off, kicking my boots off as I did.
The next thing to go was my underwear.
“You’re behind.” I gestured toward her with my chin.
She bit her lip as if she was scared for me to see the rest, and I felt my belly clench.
I fisted my cock and started to pump it, soft and slow, as I waited for her to make the decision.
She watched me work my dick, licked her lips, and then closed her eyes tightly shut as she arched up off the couch, shoved her pants down her thighs, and then kicked them off.
She wasn’t wearing any underwear.
And the first thing I saw wasn’t the scars on her body, but the curviness of it. Her full hips and hourglass shape. Her breasts were utterly perfect, and I couldn’t help but clench my hand on my cock as I got a look at the full package for the first time.
She flushed bright red and started to turn her head away, but before she could get it fully in the side of the couch, I put a knee into the plush fabric between her thighs and situated myself once again between her legs.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” I whispered.
She did, her face flaming.
“You’re beautiful,” I told her. “Everything about you. You’re beautiful. No matter what anybody says, thinks or does, you’re beautiful. Don’t let anybody else dictate what you think of yourself. The only opinion that matters right now is mine, and I think that you’re perfect.”
That’s about when she went wild.
Her hands once again went to my beard, and her mouth was on mine seconds later.
“Please tell me you have a condom this time,” she whispered, her voice shaky.
I reached blindly for my wallet, finding it on the floor next to the couch still in the pocket of my jeans, and tugged it out.
Without taking my mouth from hers, I expertly located the condom in the front pocket, pulled it out, and laid it on her chest between her breasts.
“Thank God,” she breathed. “Put it on.”
I did, pulling back slightly to reach my dick, and then once again palmed the condom.
Ripping the package open with my teeth, I rolled the condom down over my cock one-handed, keeping my other one planted in the couch so I kept my entire bodyweight off of her.
Once it was in place, I moved back over her and rolled my hips, dragging my cock along her sensitive pussy.
“Put it in me,” she ordered, her nails digging into my shoulder blades.
I ignored her and went back to kissing her while also rubbing myself along the length of her. Ass to clit, over and over again, coating myself in her wetness.
One hand came up to her breast and I kneaded it, pinching the tip of her nipple lightly with each squeeze.
She shivered and wrapped her short legs around my waist.
The new position had my cock notching at her entrance.
Taking it as a sign, I angled my hips so that I could sink inside.
She moaned as I filled her, her fingers twitching.
A gasp left her mouth, and she arched so completely that I was concerned for her spine.
Grinning, I moved my attention over to her other breast, paying closer mind to the way she tightened on me each time I’d pinch her nipple and cause her the slightest bit of pain.
“Oh, God.” Her voice quivered. “I don’t know where to focus.”
That’s exactly how I wanted her.
“Focus on whatever you want,” I told her. “I’ll get you there.”
Pulling all the way out, I slowly sank back inside, keeping this session slow and sweet instead of the pounding that I couldn’t help myself from giving her last time.
In and out. In and out.
The slide of my flesh along hers was almost unbearable.
I couldn’t imagine what she would feel like if I was inside of her without a condom.