First Love

“Your body says otherwise, baby,” I grunted and brought our faces mere centimeters apart. “The way you gushed all over my hand while I was stroking your pussy was proof of that.”

I held her body firmly to mine as I surged to my feet. She opened her mouth and started to mumble a denial, but I crushed my mouth over hers. It wasn’t far to get to the stairs, and I only bumped into one wall on the way since I couldn’t see much while I was ravishing her lips, sucking on her tongue, and making sure that every step I took rubbed her hot center against my raging dick. Fearing I would trip and hurt her, I tore my mouth from hers and jogged up to the third floor as fast as possible, so she didn’t have time to break out of the daze my kiss had left her in.

At the top of the steps, I returned to devouring her as I stumbled down the hall to the master bedroom. Once we were through the door, I turned and shoved her up against the wall, too impatient to make it to the bed just yet. My hips held her in place while my hands went around her back. One slipped up to pull the pins from her hair and the other found the zipper to her dress and yanked it down. I pulled back just enough to let the top of the dress fall forward. Eva’s tits were spilling out of the black lace cups of her bra, the tops jiggling with each heaving breath. It reminded me of what was underneath her outwardly modest outfit.

I needed to see her. All of her.

I took one step back, enough to drop her feet to the floor, then I dragged the dress down until it was loose enough to fall to the floor by itself. Then I took another step back and admired the vision before me.

Her big tits made my mouth water, the hard nipples poking through the lace. Her stomach was flat—I’d be changing that as soon as possible—her hips flared, leading to long legs that were encased in nude silk that started at the tops of her thighs and were held up by black lace. Last, my gaze landed at the apex of her legs, and I groaned when I saw how wet her panties were.

My girl had a naughty streak. A seductress hidden under an innocent’s clothes. It was a perfect mixture of sweet and spicy. A thought suddenly entered my mind, and I stiffened for a moment, before my arms shot out and I gripped Eva’s shoulders. “Who were you wearing this sexy as fuck underwear for, Eva?” I growled. It better not have been for that fucker she’d been having dinner with. “Were you expecting someone to peel away your innocent disguise to discover the vixen you were hiding beneath it?” My stare bored into her as the thought of another man seeing or touching what was mine had a murderous rage building inside me.

Eva looked a little frightened. I was sure she could see the anger pouring off me. I didn’t want to scare her, but she needed to realize that I would put any motherfucker in the ground who made the mistake of getting too close to my woman. “No,” she whispered.

“Then explain to me why you’re wearing it.”

She lowered her lashes for a few moments before looking back up at me through them. Pink bloomed on her cheeks, the color matching the shade I’d left painted on her ass. If I hadn’t been so focused on her answer, it might have snapped the last threads of my control. “I wear it because it makes me feel sexy. Even though no one knows it’s there but me.”

I nodded, letting her know her answer was acceptable. Relief trickled through my veins, slowly dousing the burning rage, but it was quickly replaced with an even more potent hunger. My hands glided over her collarbones and down to mold around her breasts. I dipped a finger below the fabric on each one and brushed the pads over her taut nipples. She sucked in a breath, and I smiled at the proof of my effect on her. I slid my palms down her sides and traced the top of her garter belt before they skated around her back to palm her naked ass. “One day, I’m going to fuck you in a getup like this,” I vowed . “But tonight, I need to see you. To finally see your gorgeous body in person.” Shit. My eyes shot to her face to see if she’d picked up on my slip of the tongue. Yeah, it probably made me an incredible asshole, but when I said I always had eyes on her, I meant it.