You don’t think it takes willpower to turn down every girl who has offered to spread her legs?
It takes a monstrous amount.
Especially when they’re crawling buck naked into bed with you, rubbing their hot little pussies against you. It would have been all too easy to bury myself in their tight heat and fuck some of my need for Demi out of me.
But I couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t sleep with one girl, all the while fantasizing that I was screwing another. It was bad enough I did it when they were blowing me.
When Demi whimpers, I blink back to the present and the girl I’ve always wanted.
Did I ever think I’d actually see her like this?
Ready and willing?
Crying out for my touch?
I shake those thoughts away and focus on the girl writhing beneath me. Damn, but she’s sexy. Way more than I dared to imagine. My tongue darts out to moisten my parched lips as her mound is revealed. The top of her slit comes into view.
Holy fuck...she’s completely bare.
Unable to resist the gorgeous sight, I lean down and press a kiss against the delicate folds. She moans, arching against my mouth as if offering herself up to taste. I continue to peel the material down her hips and thighs before untangling them from around her legs and tossing the little scrap of cotton over my shoulder.
Then I settle between her parted thighs, taking in what has been unveiled. “Damn, Demi...”
Barely am I cognizant of the husky words sliding from my lips as I look my fill. It’s like staring at the sun. It’s almost blinding in its intensity and yet, I can’t rip my eyes away. I’m afraid if I do, she’ll shimmer and disappear like a mirage.
I’ve fantasized about this moment for so long, imagining what she looked like beneath her clothes, but nothing could prepare me for the reality of the situation. Her long dark hair is draped across the pillowcase, and her sun-kissed flesh is a sharp contrast to the pale sheets. Her breasts are slightly rounded, topped with pink-tipped nipples that beg to be suckled between my lips. Her waist is narrow, and there’s a slight flare to her hips. Tucked between the vee of her thighs is a perfectly bare and silky-smooth pussy. Her mound is plump, and her lips swollen.
With my hands splayed wide against her inner thighs, I push them further apart so I can see each soft pink fold.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” I whisper, more to myself than to her.
She twitches as I widen her legs. Carefully, I swipe my thumb over her sensitive center. Demi moans, thrusting her hips toward me. All I want to do is spread her wide and lick every delicious inch. I’ve spent years jerking off to thoughts of her, but nothing compares to reality. My imagination didn’t do her justice.
“You’re the first girl I’ve been able to take my time with and really look at.” The admission slips free before I can think better of it.
“I am?” Surprise laces her voice.
“Yeah.” As embarrassing as it is, I push out the rest, wanting her to know the truth. “I’ve hooked up with people at parties. But it’s usually loud and noisy. Not exactly a place where I could take my time and savor the moment. And I liked it in the dark; it was easier to imagine you were there with me.” Heat rises in my cheeks. If I’m not careful, I’ll scare this girl away. She might not have thought I was a stalker yesterday, but that could easily change.
The air gets wedged at the back of my throat as I wait for her reaction. When her expression softens, my muscles loosen in relief.
Demi reaches out, snagging my fingers before giving them a light squeeze. “I’m glad you took a chance and told me the truth.” There’s a pause. “You were always there in the back of my head, but I didn’t want to let you in. I was afraid you were every inch the player I’d heard about.”
Regret fills me as I shake my head. “That was never the truth. I’m sorry you thought otherwise.”
“Keeping you at a distance felt like the safest option.”
I’ve always been aware of the rumors. Maybe I should have put a stop to them a long time ago. But how could I do that?
It was a double-edged sword—out myself or keep it under wraps and save face.
Pushing those thoughts away, I swipe my thumb over her core.
Slowly.
So slowly that she shudders under my touch as need reignites in her eyes.
My voice drops, becoming rough. “Do you still feel the need to keep your distance?”
Her tongue peeks out to moisten her lips as she shakes her head. “No.”
“Good.” I’m done holding back, and pretending she isn’t the reason I draw breath every damn day. Now that I’ve had a taste of her, there’s no going back. Demi is mine. Whether she realizes it or not.