Bet on It (72)

He’d taken his shoes off at the door, just as she’d requested. Now she watched through hooded eyes as he lifted up to tug his shirt off and push down his jeans and underwear. Instead of getting back on top of her immediately, he stared down at her. She lay there, still clothed but totally disheveled as her eyes raked over him.

It was the first time she’d been able to see him fully naked. To take in the true gloriousness of his broad shoulders and firm chest. His small pink nipples, the dip of his hips, those long, lean legs. And there, right in the center of it all, his dick. Jutting out of a thatch of dark blond hair, it curved up towards his stomach. Seeing him like this only made her want him more. Her mouth wetted as much as her sex, and she started to sit up, reaching to grab him by the hips and bring him to her mouth.

“I just realized that I didn’t get to see you naked either time we did this,” he said eyeing her. “You think you could find it in yourself to rectify that?”

There wasn’t a single piece of her that wanted to deny his request. Her hands rushed to the hem of her shirt, but he stopped her before she could lift it off.

“Do it slowly. Tease me, Aja. We don’t have to rush. Do it like we have all the time in the world together. Like watchin’ you bare yourself to me is the only thing I’ll ever have to do again.”

It was a very tall order, but one she was eager to fulfill. She didn’t know how to be sexy in that way. Like the people in movies and TV shows who turned taking off a pair of jeans into a soft-core porn production. She figured it would be better if she didn’t try to imitate that at all. Instead of biting down on her lip in some fake imitation of sexiness and imagining cheesy music in her head, she focused her attention on Walker. On the way he made her feel every time he looked at her. Like she was alluring enough to make him lose his shit at the drop of a hat.

She let her fingers drag her shirt up slowly, over the fat of her stomach, past her belly button and the stretch marks that she felt no need to hide. Then, farther up, until her bra was revealed. She’d gotten dressed this evening knowing there was a possibility of this happening. She hadn’t been sure, but she’d had enough hope to choose one of the matching sets of lingerie she had: a pale pink unlined demi-cup bra covered in delicate lace and a matching thong. She found herself eager to show them to him. Judging by the way his lips curled when she finally pulled her shirt off, she’d made an excellent choice.

“You’re perfect, Peaches, the most divine creature ever put on this Earth. I swear.”

Her teeth nearly cracked from the force of her shudder. Her mind went blank as rapture rushed through her and made her skin sing. Her mouth opened as she tried to find the words to tell him that she disagreed, because it was he who held that title. But nothing came out. She was too struck. She was no stranger to experiencing brain fog, times when her mind moved sluggishly in reaction to some kind of stimulus. But this was different because it made her feel the opposite of awful.

“Keep goin’, baby, we’re almost there.”

She may not have been able to form words, but she could still follow directions surprisingly well. She popped the top button on her skirt, and Walker wrapped a fist around himself, the skin pulling tight over his knuckles and going slightly white as he squeezed. He stroked his length slowly as she popped each individual button. Normally, she would have only undone a couple before squeezing it down her hips, but he’d told her to make it last, and she felt nothing if not compliant.

He stopped stroking when she got to the last button. She pulled the sides open, revealing the little triangle of her underwear.

“Open your legs more, let me see all of it.”

The heat she felt lessened a little as she exposed herself. Walker stared right at her center, eyes burning a hole through the gusset of her panties.

“You’re so wet I can damn near see through them,” he bit out through a clenched jaw. “Will you turn around on your knees for me?”

She was graceless but efficient, turning herself over and up in seconds. She heard him walk forward, and she settled when he finally put his hand on her ass. His touch burned hot and made her nerves spark. He stroked her, pushing forward some in a silent request for her to lean on her forearms a little more. Then his other hand was there, and both were working to spread her open from behind.

His finger stroked down the seam of her, lightly pressing it between her lips, brushing so subtly against her clit that she whined.

“Can I eat it, Aja? Fuck, Peaches, tell me I can.”

“I’ll start crying if you don’t,” she gasped.

Her panties were pushed firmly to the side, resting wetly in the crease between her thigh and her sex. Before she could catch her breath, Walker was licking into her. Hot and wet, she dug her nails into her palms as her legs shook from the sensations.

“So good…” She was damned near delirious. “Feels so good, Walker.”

He growled into her pussy and the vibrations made her shriek. His fingers were too busy holding her open to fuck her with them. She was so wired up that she didn’t need them anyway. He sent slow licks over her clit with the flat of his tongue that made her dip her hips back, fucking his face with abandon.

It was all so much. The position she was in felt good and nasty, she knew that he could see the deepest parts of her. She could hear him too, his light moans as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. And she was there in no time, her hips stopping their rocking to tense as she felt her orgasm build.