Like a tease. A soft, slow, lingering tease that will do exactly what I promised her a kiss would do. I brush my lips over hers, tasting her, claiming her mouth, all before I slide my tongue between her red, eager lips.
I moan when her tongue darts out to meet mine.
This isn’t our first kiss, but it’s the first one that’s not going to stop at kissing. It’s a kiss that will go the distance.
Her breasts push against the fabric of my shirt, and soon, very soon, I’m going to meet them. I’m going to get thoroughly acquainted with her gorgeous tits, and then I’ll take my sweet time getting to know every inch of her body.
That’s the way I kiss her. As a promise of what’s to come.
Her.
Many times.
When I break the kiss, I run my thumb across her top lip, like I’m marking this territory as mine. She lets out the neediest little gasp.
“You taste like cherry candy, and tequila, and desire,” I tell her, as I lower my hand to her neck, dragging my fingers along the soft, tender skin of her throat. “And now that I’ve tasted you, I want to see the rest of you. I want to know what you look like naked. I’ve pictured it non-stop for days.”
“Get me naked then,” she says in a plea.
“Since you asked so nicely,” I say, letting my voice trail off as I slide the first shirt button out of the hole, then the next. I’m buzzing everywhere, knowing I’m not only going to see her breasts, but I’m going to touch them, feel them, kiss them. The anticipation has its own pulse, its own presence in my apartment here with us. I want to imprint this moment on my permanent memory. To never forget how it feels to take my shirt off Charlotte.
She runs her tongue over her lips. Her eyes blaze, and she trembles. She’s like a beautiful bird in a cage, wings fluttering, heart racing, dying to break free.
I’m going to be the one to do it. I get to let her escape, and experience all of her.
I free another button from its prison and my fingertips brush across the swell of her tits.
She gasps, and I groan, and we both grin at the same time from the shared realization–because it doesn’t take a mind-reader to tell she loves being touched by me as much as I love touching her. Even though I’m past her breasts now, I don’t spread open the shirt. I’m waiting until every damn button is undone. I want the moment to be a goddamn unveiling of her naked beauty, because I know without having seen her yet that she is gorgeous everywhere.
As I reach for the final button, I drag my fingertip down her soft flesh, and she murmurs.
I slide the last button through the hole and take a step back to look at her. I’m utterly floored by the woman in front of me. She’s always been beautiful, but here, tonight, with the moonlight from my balcony illuminating her as she stands against the white wall in my living room, she is more than beautiful.
She’s an angel who’s come to sin with me.
My shirt is half open on her, revealing a long, luscious line from the hollow of her throat, through her cleavage, down to her belly button. She wears pink lace panties, low on her hips. Reaching for the collar of the shirt, I slide the fabric down her shoulders, stopping briefly to dust a kiss on her collarbone, then along her arms, pausing to kiss her in the crook of her elbow, then all the way to her wrists.
She shrugs off the material with a happy sigh. It falls to the ground, and my chest heats to supernova levels as I drink her in. My God, undressing her is like unwrapping a gift. Undo the bow, open the top, and discover that what’s inside is even better than you dreamed it would be on Christmas morning.
She is heavenly beauty.
Her breasts are round and full, and her nipples are hard little peaks, tipping up. Her belly is flat and soft, and her hips beg for my hands to grip them as I sink into her. My dick hardens to pure steel as I picture holding those hips and sliding home.
But her breasts are at the front of the line right now, and they’re getting all my attention first. My hands shoot out, cupping them. She moans the second I make contact, and lets her head fall back against the wall.
“Want to know what else I’ve been thinking that’s not so friendly?” I say in a growl near her ear as I stroke the soft flesh around her nipples.
“What else?” she asks, her voice shooting higher as I touch her.
“I’ve been wondering if you’ll like having my mouth on your breasts as much as I know I’m going to love it.” I wrench back to look her in the eyes. “Think you will?”
She nods quickly. That desperation sends hot sparks down my spine. Her response is like a dream, and that’s how I want her to feel—that this night with me is better than anything she’s ever imagined.
I want her reality to exceed any and every fantasy.
Especially because the Charlotte of the last few days is nowhere to be seen. The one who wanted to tease me, the one who climbed on top of me in a cab, who whispered dirty, filthy things in my ear, has left the premises. Oh, she’s not far away, I’m sure. But in her place is a softer, more vulnerable Charlotte, and that’s who I want tonight.
So I can lead her.
So I can show her.
So I can take her.
Lowering my mouth to one gorgeous globe, I draw that diamond peak between my lips. She lets out a little cry, and then her hands find their way to my hair, her fingers threading tightly through it as I suck on her absolutely delicious breast, then gently tug on her nipple with my teeth. I knead her soft flesh, and a flash of images flickers in my mind, of how hot it would be to slide my dick between her tits someday. They’re so highly fuckable, and she’s so damn sensitive just from my tongue.