Bloom

I’m dying to see her skin, her tits, and her pussy.

I suck in a breath to try and will my cock to rein it in.

The scent of her skin is driving me mad. The second she’s out the door tonight, my dick will be in my palm, pumping one out while I think about her underneath me.

“What do you want to watch?” Her voice envelops me. “What do you usually watch?”

“Whatever pops up first.” I demonstrate by choosing the first thing in my ‘ recommended for you list .’ I drop the remote on the bedside table.

Her gaze leaves my face in favor of whatever the fuck is on the TV screen. I don’t have that kind of self-control, so I stare at her profile.

I’ve met pretty women before, but she’s different. The innocence in her face only adds to how alluring she is.

“You’re not watching the show,” she accuses without turning to me.

“You’re way more interesting than whatever is on there.”

That perks her brow. “You won’t know that until you look at the TV.”

Crossing my arms over my bare chest, I lean back against the headboard. My eyes never leave her. “I’m not going to look at the TV, lilac.”

She swallows as her hands nervously knit together in her lap. “Can I touch you?”

My dick lurches inside my jeans. I close my eyes to ward off the desperation I feel.

“Yes.” The word escapes me in a strangled whisper.

“I’ll take off my dress first.” She tugs on the material covering her thighs. “I want to leave everything else on for now.”

I nod. “Whatever makes you comfortable.”

Sliding her legs to the side, she moves to stand. I watch her undress with just the flickering light of the television illuminating her.

Her hand slides to a zipper at her side. She tugs it down slowly. Her breathing is audible. I can hear the excitement in it. I can sense she’s nervous by the shaking of her hand.

With a tug down, the dress falls from her shoulders and pools at her feet to reveal a black bra and a pair of black boy shorts.

When she tips her head back, her hair bounces around her face.

It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

Without a word, she drops both hands on the bed and crawls back on. Her tits jiggle with each movement. Her hair swings back and forth.

Once she’s beside me, I manage a question. I don’t know how the fuck I string together the words, but they come out. “Should I take off my jeans?”

With a slide of her eyes over my chest and down to my lap, she nods. “Yes, please.”

I unbutton the fly, shift on my ass, and push them down.

I don’t try and hide the bulge in my black boxer briefs. Why the hell would I? I’m not ashamed of how much I want her.

“Can I touch you now?” she asks in a breathless voice.

I lean back again, setting my hands at my side because this is for her. This is all for her. “Be my guest, lilac.”

Chapter 25

Athena