Big Rock(35)

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 f*ckable, and she’s so damn sensitive just from my tongue.

I could have a field day f*cking these beauties, coming all over her skin. Not tonight, though, because that would be for me. This night is all for her.

I move my mouth to her other breast, giving it the same lavish treatment, as I caress her with my tongue. Her noises are the answer to the question I asked her about whether she’d like this. She says yes in the way her breath catches with each lick and kiss.

“So you do like it as much as I do,” I say.

“Yesssssssss.”

It is a note held long and lasting in a song. A very dirty song.

I inch my way down her body, kissing her belly, flicking my tongue across her hips. She moves and moans with the path of my mouth, breathing wildly as I taste every inch of her skin.

As I draw a delicious line around her belly button, I’m intensely aware of how much I want this night to be amazing for her. I want her to feel worshipped and f*cked at the same time. Traveling down her body, my tongue explores the edge of her pink, barely-there panties, flicking under the waistband as she quivers. I near her *, and this is the only place I want to be right now. The only f*cking place in the universe. I hook my thumbs into the slim waistband of the pink lace, when she says my name.

“Spencer.”

I look up.

“Will you take off your shirt?”

In one quick move, my T-shirt is gone, and her hands are on my bare shoulders, and it feels fantastic to be touched by her, even if it’s only as her anchor. That’s all I want to be—the one who she holds onto as I rock her world with my mouth. I inch her panties down to her thighs, savoring every second of the reveal as I take in her nudity for the first time. I swallow dryly at the first glimpse of her mound, and the light curls of hair that cover it.