Checking Him Out (A Single Mothers Romance Novel)

I was scared and I wasn’t sure why. Was I scared of him or scared of giving in to him?

I heard him remove his clothes, the sound of fabric sliding over his taught skin and then the thump of his heavy pants and shirt hitting the floor.

Somewhere there in the darkness, just beyond the door, stood a gorgeous and completely naked man. It took a long time for him to open the sliding door. Maybe he was nervous too.

“Gina,” he said as it slid open. “I can’t see anything.”

I reached out and my hand touched his shoulder. “I’m here.”

His hands found my waist and rested there gently, his fingertips lightly touching my skin.

“I am nervous,” I admitted.

“Don’t be,” he said. “You’re so stunning. You’re beautiful. You’re the realest girl I’ve ever been with.”

The fingertips of one hand traced my stomach up to the middle of my chest and stopped at my left breast. His fingertips touched the bottom of it, like he was reaching out, about to cup it in his hand.

“You’re so real, Gina. That’s rare nowadays. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you in the store.”

Oh God he’s saying everything just right.

I’d never had anyone talk to me like this. I felt exposed and could also sense his vulnerability. He was being honest with me. He really did like me.

“You’re a real woman,” he continued. “And sometimes a man needs a REAL woman. I need to have you, Gina.”

I gasped as his hand finally did cup my breast and his other hand moved around my body and gripped my ass.

“Take me then,” I said, offering myself up to him.

He found my mouth with his, tilting his head just enough, and he plunged his tongue into mine. I met him with heated passion, rolling my tongue around his, loving the warmth and wetness of the inside of his mouth.

It was lovely.

As our kiss heated up, he squeezed my ass even harder and I moved my hand around and gripped his, digging my nails into it. He moaned inside my mouth. I loved it. I squeezed again and pushed him against the wall.

I could feel his cock, half erect, against my navel. It poked me and knowing that it was right there, so close I could reach out and take it in my mouth, drove me crazy. I wanted him so bad. But I needed him to want me as much.

“Fuck…you do something to me. I haven’t stopped thinking about you,” Mr. Cooper said in short breaths between our tongues.

He reached down, lifted one of my breasts up to his mouth and rubbed his bottom lip at the nipple, softly licking my erect nub and letting his tongue circle my areola.

Hot water rained down over us and soaked his face. I couldn’t quite see him even though my eyes were adjusting to the darkness. But I could hear him drinking the water as he sucked on my breasts. It turned me on even more.

I reached out and found his cock, harder than before, this time almost fully erect, and closed my hand over it. The water was an instant lubricant, making it easy for me to raise and lower my hand over his shaft, jerking him off.

It was big.

Bigger than any I’d ever had inside of me. That scared me a little but intrigued me all the same. I wanted to know how much it would hurt. I wanted to feel that pain.

My pussy ached with longing for it. I knew I could handle it. I would no matter what. And I’d make him come harder than he’d ever come before.

I worked his cock in my hand, pumping my fist up and down. He’d stopped sucking my breast, concentrating on how good I was making him feel. I gripped his dick, just below the head and rubbed my finger over it, soft at first, but steadily getting rougher.

“Oh shit,” he said in my ear. “You’re making me crazy.”

His hand reached down and found my clit. He wasted no time circling it with his fingers.

He seemed to be trying to keep pace with me, speeding up as I jerked him harder, and then slowing down as I relaxed on his cock a bit.