The Perfect First (Fulton U, #1)(52)

“I wouldn’t want you to get into bed with these wet things on.” I stepped back and stared down at the purple triangle of fabric covering her pussy. The heat of her had made it hard to think straight back in the pool, had made it difficult to keep from peeling it off her and taking her in the clear, blue water.

Her throat jumped and she swallowed. I could practically hear the cartoon gulp. Kneeling down, I ran my hands over the smooth curves of her hips. My fingers dipped below the waistband and I squeezed her ass.

She went up on her tiptoes. I looked up at her through the valley of her breasts. Her eyes were filled with the kind of humbling trust that would have brought me to my knees if I weren’t already there.

Moving my hands lower, I pushed at the waistband of her underwear, rolling it down over my hands. Like I was my own torturer, I pulled them down her legs one inch at a time, my eyes getting well acquainted with the shape of her body, the smell of her. They fell free from the curve of her ass and down her thighs, pooling at her feet.

She ran her fingers through my hair, her nails skimming along my scalp. I groaned at the pulsing pleasure coursing through my body. My dick smacked against my stomach between my spread legs. Resting my hands along the backs of her thighs, I nudged her back until her knees hit the bed.

Sitting down with a bounce, she reached out to me. I came to her like a moth to a flame, the fire within me burning with desire. “We can go slow.” I tried to keep the strain out of my voice. My need to make this special and go slow warred with my cresting need to be inside her.

“I’ve been going slow my whole life. Restrained, calculating, methodical. I want to feel you, and this feels more right than anything I’ve done in my life.” She leaned back, her arms behind my neck bringing me with her.

Our bodies were flush against each other on top of the cool bedspread. My cock nestled at the apex of her thighs, and the wetness coating the head of my dick wasn’t from the pool. My mouth watered to taste her. I wanted it second to only one thing, but I could exercise some patience.

Shifting my hips back, I sank lower on the bed. I pressed a kiss against her stomach, circling her belly button. She shuddered beneath me.

“Grab the pillows and put them under your head.” I kept going toward the part of her I needed to get properly introduced to first.

With a question in her eyes, she grabbed the pillows from the top of the bed and stuck two under her head, propping herself up so I could see her, so she could see me.

I dropped a kiss on the small patch of hair right above her clit and she sucked in a sharp breath.

“This wasn’t on your list, but I thought I’d improvise.” Settling my chest on the bed, I spread her open. Pink and glistening, she was ready for my mouth. “Are you ready?”

She sucked in a shaky breath and nodded her head.

Worry shot through me. Am I going to fast? “Do you want me to stop?”

If she shook her head any quicker, she’d get whiplash. I couldn’t hold back my smile. Opening her wider, I lathed her clit with the flat of my tongue.

Her hands shot to my head, tightening her grip on my hair. I glanced up and her gaze was riveted to mine, not wanting to miss a moment. That made two of us.

I feasted on her sweetness, driven to draw out as many of her cries and moans as possible. I watched her watching me. I didn’t need to be told this was a first; I felt it and saw it in her eyes. The dazed and dreamy look surpassed every other I’d seen before. My cock strained against the comforter, each movement torture because it wasn’t where I wanted to be, needed to be. As I sucked her clit into my mouth, her thighs trembled, and her hold on my hair was going to make me bald.

Her back arched off the bed and her eyes snapped shut as she threw her head back. Her hold tightened even more.

I gently kissed the inside of her thigh and wrapped my hand around her wrist. “You’re going to give me a bald spot.”

“Come here,” she said, panting. Her chest rose and fell, and she didn’t let go of my hair.

Crawling up the bed, I did as my lady asked. Her arms settled around my neck with her hands running along my shoulders.

“How about an encore?” I rested my forehead against hers.

“Maybe later.” The corner of her mouth lifted.

She lifted her legs and hooked them around my hip. My cock slipped between the lips of her pussy, running along them, gathering more of her essence and nudging at her opening. Her fingers raked down my back and she moaned as my head tapped against her clit.

A moment of clarity shot through my head and I shifted us to one side, reaching for the pack of condoms I’d stashed on the nightstand earlier. Ripping it open in what had to be record time, I shifted my hips and rolled on the condom.

Dropping my forehead against hers, I stared into her eyes. “Are you sure about this?”

Her hands came up to the sides of my face, their warmth settling deep into my skin. The light brown of her eyes was like melted caramel. Running her thumb across my bottom lip, she closed her eyes and parted her lips.

I closed the hairsbreadth gap between us. Our tongues mimicked the gentle rock of our hips, and her heels dug in deeper against my ass. This wasn’t like the kiss out in the pool. It wasn’t playful and teasing. This was raw and carnal with a helpless lust that threatened to consume her, and I was the only cure.





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