He moved his lips back to mine, his powerful arms supporting my back as I arched. His kisses slowed down, becoming a gentle embrace, a fire that turned into smoldering coals. He ended the kiss altogether, his eyes on mine, his breathing deep and sexy. “I don’t want to wait, but I will if you aren’t ready.”
My hands cupped his neck, feeling his rapid pulse against my fingertips. “I’ve waited long enough. I can’t do it anymore.” My forehead touched his chin, my pulse racing in excitement. It didn’t feel too soon, like I was in a hurry because I was so eager to get off. It felt right, like we should have done it a long time ago.
His arms hugged my waist, and he gave me a squeeze before he kissed me again. His fingers found the zipper at the back of my skirt and pulled it over the curve of my ass, getting it down all the way so the skirt fell off my hips. My blouse had been tucked in, so now it came loose around my waist.
His hands slipped underneath the silk fabric, and he pulled it over my head, delicate once the neckline reached my face. He gently pulled it free of my hair, waiting until the strands fell back to my shoulders before he pulled it the rest of the way and dropped it on the ground.
His hands went to my ass again, his callused fingertips rubbing against my bare cheeks, squeezing them like he was an ass man.
Good. Because I didn’t have much in the tit department.
He backed me up through my small apartment, directing me into the only bedroom in the place.
I hadn’t cleaned up or made my bed. The place was littered with clothes and heels, but I didn’t care.
He didn’t care either.
His hand slid up my back and unclasped my bra in a single move, the fabric immediately loose around my torso. The straps on my shoulders were no longer snug, and it slowly slid off my body.
He took away his mouth and looked down at my body, pulling one strap so he could hurry it to the bedroom floor.
I was suddenly aware of how naked I was when he looked at me like that. I breathed hard, felt my cheeks redden, felt my nipples harden under his stare.
His hands gripped my waist, and he squeezed as he looked down at me, staring at me like I was the sexiest woman he’d ever been with, like he couldn’t wait to get inside me and make me his. He stared at my tits without shame, openly gazed at my body in a way he’d never done before. Both of his hands moved to my chest, and he groped my tits, his thumbs flicking over the nipples.
I arched my back and moved farther into him, loving the way he touched me, the way he held me with those big hands.
He gave my breasts a final squeeze before his hands slid down to my pink thong. His thumbs hooked into the fabric before he pulled it over my hips and ass, his eyes still down on my body.
When he released the thong at my thighs, it slid the rest of the way.
Thank god I shaved yesterday.
He lifted his gaze to mine again, this time wearing a darkened expression, the lust and desire burning in his eyes. He looked at me in a way he hadn’t before—like he wanted to fuck my brains out. It was a new version of Deacon, a version I’d wanted to know for a long time. He looked at me the way he’d looked at all the other women in his life, but I knew this was different; I knew this was special.
His arms reached behind his neck, and he gripped the fabric of his tee before he yanked it over his head, showing off his incredible physique, his kissable abs. The shirt fell to the floor.
“Oh my god…” My hands immediately went to his body, my palms flattening against his hardness, staring at the body I’d wanted to lick and taste. Now, it was mine…and I didn’t have to share. My fingers felt his hot skin, felt the incredible muscles of his frame, his rock-hard pecs, his muscled shoulders. I moved in and kissed the center of his chest, my tongue licking across the delicious skin.
With his arms resting by his sides, he moaned.
My tongue dragged over his nipple as my hands went to his jeans. I yanked the button loose before I shoved the zipper down, speeding along instead of taking my time the way he had with me. I pushed them over his hips and thighs and watched them fall the rest of the way.
There was a thick vein down his stomach that led under his boxers. And then his rock-hard dick was visible, a bulge so big, it was a mystery how it fit into his jeans in the first place. I grabbed the elastic material that hugged his hips and pushed it down, pulling the material away from his body so I could get it over his dick.