After kicking my shoes off, I remove her heels, then kiss the instep of each of her feet. I trail kisses up her smooth, tanned legs, nip playfully at her hips through the material of her dress, and then settle over her.
I kiss my way along her neck, until I get to her pillow soft lips. Our mouths finally connect and my body sighs against hers. I could stay like this, kissing her, touching her for hours, maybe even days.
“Touch me, please,” she murmurs against my lips. Her words are so soft, so shaky, I almost don’t hear them.
“Where?” I ask, knowing our levels of experience are way the hell different and not wanting to take this anywhere she isn’t ready for.
I open my eyes to wait for her to answer and hers pop open as well. For a moment, we just stare at each other. She licks her slightly swollen lips, which was caused from our kissing, and then says, “Anywhere… Everywhere.”
Her legs tighten around me and I stifle a chuckle. She’s turned on and is craving a release. “It would be my pleasure.” I sit up and rake my gaze down her body. “Turn over.”
Her eyes widen slightly, but then she does as I asked, flipping onto her belly and exposing the zipper that starts at the top of her dress and continues to just above her ass.
I pull the zipper slowly down, exposing her flesh. “It’s like unwrapping a birthday present,” I muse. Georgia shakes her head but doesn’t say a word.
When the zipper hits the bottom, I pull the dress apart. Her skin is smooth and flawless, a couple freckles peppering her shoulders. I lay a kiss to each of her shoulder blades before I unclasp her bra. Her skin smells sweet. The same scent she always wears. It’s a smell I’m finding myself craving all the time.
“Lift up,” I tell her, leaning over her and kissing the shell of her ear.
She does so, and I pull her dress and bra down her body, leaving her in only a nude thong. Unable to help myself, I take a playful bite out of her ass cheek, making her yelp.
“Sorry, it just looks so damn delicious.”
Before she can come up with a comeback, I massage the globes of her ass, causing her to release a moan. “Be right back,” I tell her.
I hop off the bed and find her lotion in the bathroom. When I return, she’s still in the same position. I squirt some into my hands and then begin to massage her shoulders. They’re tight, telling me she’s nervous. She’s never exposed herself to a man like she’s doing right now, and I don’t take that shit lightly. I have no doubt when she asked me to touch her, she was expecting me to get her off, but I want more with Georgia and I need her to understand that. I want to make her feel good, and not just sexually.
As I massage her back and shoulders, the tension in her body slowly, little by little, bleeds away. When I work my way down to her ass, she tightens up momentarily, but then quickly relaxes.
Spreading her legs slightly, so I can kneel on the bed, I massage the globes of her perfect ass. She’s toned and tight all over from jogging daily. She loves to eat, but she also loves to work out.
I dip my head and give the area I bit earlier, a kiss. She squirms slightly and when I look up, I catch her glancing back at me with lust-filled eyes.
Shocking the shit out of me, she spreads her legs wider, making it clear what she wants. But I’m not going to let her get away with keeping her mouth closed. She does that too often. But not with us. I want her thoughts, her words. “What is it you want?”
“I already told you. For you to touch me… everywhere.”
I smirk. “Where exactly?”
She glares. When I quirk a brow, refusing to let it go, she releases a harsh breath then whispers, “My… pussy… please.”
I chuckle softly. “So polite.”
Gripping her thighs, I spread them farther, then run my fingers along the crack of her ass and then between her folds. I dip a single finger inside and find she’s soaked.
“Turn over.”
She does, exposing her perky tits, toned stomach, and neatly trimmed pussy. There are so many places I want to touch, kiss, lick, fucking worship, but before I can do any of that, I want to get her off. She’s back to being wound tight, and I prefer it when she’s relaxed.
And I know just the way to make that happen. Since she’s a virgin and has never been properly taken care of, I focus on her clit. Using her juices, I massage soft circles across her swollen, needy flesh. Her eyes go wide, and her hips buck. The act making me realize something…