What She Wants (Cape May 1)

He smoothed his palm over his shaven head and made one last attempt to take it slow, to make it good for Summer. As he watched, she licked her lips and shifted restlessly on the bed. The taut peaks of her nipples begged to be nibbled on. Her long, dark hair, the stuff of fantasies, spread out all around her, tucked beneath and partially covering at the same time. Gage loved looking at her, but he was going to enjoy touching her even more.

He grasped at the edges of his shirt and pulled it off. Then he moved to the waistband of his jeans, thrilled at the eager way Summer stared in wide-eyed readiness at his fly.

Before he gave in to her silent pleas, he softly demanded, “Take off your shorts. Real slow. Make me beg for it.”

Summer slipped a single finger beneath either side of her beige drawstring shorts and tugged. She wiggled, and the shorts slithered downward, baring a pair of yellow cotton bikini panties with black polka dots all over them. Yum. When she had the shorts down around her ankles, she kicked her foot outward and they fell to the floor.

Gage’s muscles tightened as he stood frozen, staring. “Christ, Summer, you’re so fucking sexy. I’m dying just looking at you.”

“Now you, Gage.” Her words feathered over him, bringing him out of his hypnotic stupor. “Let me see you.”

He shook his head, denying her request. “Those panties are cute as hell, but I want them gone. Let me see that pretty pussy, baby.”

Her chest rose and fell with her rapid breaths. The telltale sign proved to him that Summer liked his game. She was nervous, but turned on. Watching her capitulate to his orders drove his desire up another notch.

She pushed her slender fingers beneath the elastic of her panties and inched them down and off her long, shapely legs. His first glimpse of Summer’s thatch of dark brown curls, glistening with her arousal, would be etched in his soul forever. “Tasty,” he whispered. “A pretty treat.”

Within a heartbeat, Gage was on the bed beside her. As he lay propped on his elbow, mere inches from paradise, he stayed silent as Summer’s gaze wandered over him, her hungry eyes feasting. He could grab her, slam her down on his heavy erection and pump her full. But she needed time to get used to him first.

“Your warm brown eyes are eating me up right now. Do you like what you see?” Gage asked, his voice a hoarse whisper of sound in the quiet room.

“I’d like it better if you got rid of the jeans.”

“Uh-uh,” Gage murmured. “Not quite yet. First, I want you to talk to me. You waited a long time to be with a man. What do you want from me tonight, baby?”

He watched her throat work, as if she was mustering the courage. In a barely there whisper she said, “I waited because I haven’t felt this excited about a man, not for a very long time. I want to feel you inside of me. I want you filling me, warming me.”

Gage’s body vibrated with need. “I want that too, real bad.” He lowered his head toward her breasts, took one nipple into his mouth and suckled. His tongue swirled the areola with greedy delight. She gasped and arched against him. He wrapped his arm around her back and lifted her, pressing her heavy breasts against his face while he toyed with the hard raspberry tip. She cried out his name, and Gage pulled away long enough to tease her other breast with the same avid attention. Her fingers slid over his head and her lower body squirmed, as if close to coming. She moaned his name.

Gage released her nipple. He gently kissed the delicate bud before lifting his head. “Sweet as honey.”

“Gage, please,” she begged.

He smiled down at her. “You want more, huh?”

“Yes,” she shouted.

“More licking?”

She covered her eyes with the palm of her hand. “I-I can’t think straight.”

Gage pulled her hand away and waited until her pretty eyes were looking at him before saying, “You’re so sexy like this. Squirming and restless. Your pussy is drenched for me, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” she admitted, her voice husky.

“My cock is going to fill that hot little cunt, and it’s going to feel so fucking good.” The image pushed him to the edge of reason. The intense blaze that had begun heating his blood turned into a wildfire.

“Oh, God,” Summer groaned.

“First things first.” Gage touched her nipple, plucking and flicking the sensitive flesh. He turned his attention to the other, stroking lightly, eliciting another moan from her. He let his fingers travel a scorching path down her belly to her dark ringlets.

Summer grabbed his hand and clutched it against her wet mound. “More. Please, I need so much more, Gage.”

He slipped his index finger between her swollen pussy lips. “I need some of this sweet cream, pretty baby.”

He moved down the bed, leaving tiny kisses along the sides of her breasts, her ribcage, then her bellybutton got extra attention. She had the cutest bellybutton he’d ever seen. He groaned as he came to the notch between her legs. Gage inhaled, taking her tangy scent inside his body for all time.

“Damn, woman, you take my breath away.” It was the last thing Gage uttered before he spread her legs wide and laved her with his greedy tongue.