Dare Me(16)

“Looks that way.” She chews on her bottom lip, fighting back a smile.

She sees right through my bullshit, but I don’t care. Her lips are plump, pink, perfect, and mine. I lean in and press a kiss to them, pulling her bottom lip into my mouth. She inhales sharply and relaxes, kissing me back. Wrapping her fingers into the front of my shirt, she holds on as I deepen our kiss. Our breaths are quick, and my cock hardens as she presses her chest against mine. But after a moment, she pulls away and presses her forehead to my chest, wrapping her arms around me.

“Stop overthinking this, Saige.”

She lifts her head and looks at me through her thick lashes. Finally, she answers, “Okay.”

I sigh in relief and entwine our fingers together. We walk toward the door, and I guide her carefully down the narrow stairwell to the third floor. She holds on to my hand while her other hand grips my forearm tightly as I lead her down the long hallway to my bedroom. I can feel her hesitation combined with her want, which turns me on.

She squeezes my hand tighter as we enter my room, and she stops abruptly just inside the door. Something inside me quiets any arguments that this is a bad idea, and I turn around and push her against the wall. I don’t want her to change her mind, and I sure as hell don’t want her leaving tonight. I have to show her what I’m feeling, what she does to me, and I need to know what she’s feeling in return.

We’re a flurry of tangled limbs and lips crashing. Murmurs of want and need are stuttered between passionate kisses. The sound of heavy breathing fills the space between us when our moans of desire are tempered.

Every cell inside my body wants Saige. Needs her. Her long fingers work the buttons on my shirt, and she pushes it off over my shoulders where it falls to our feet. Running her hands up my chest, she sends chills down my spine as she makes her way over my neck and into the back of my hair, tugging at it gently. Fuck, she knows her way around my body.

Finding the hem of her shirt, I lift it and pull it over her head, tossing it to the ground next to us. Her tits are even more perfect than I imagined, and they’re held in place by a see-through black lace bra. “Jesus, Saige,” I mumble against her neck as I slide the bra straps down over her shoulders.

Reaching behind her, I unhook her bra and watch as it falls to the floor in a pile next to her shirt. My cock throbs in my pants as her hands explore my stomach and stop at my waistline. I take a step back so I can look at her. Her eyelids are heavy, and her eyes full of lust. She wants this as badly as I do. It’s all the confirmation I need to continue.

“Here.” I take her hand and lead her to my bed. I will f*ck her against my wall, and on the floor, and in the shower, and every goddamn place I can think of. But tonight, I want her in my bed. Beneath me. Soft skin and gentle touches.

As we reach the edge of the bed, I unfasten her pants, carefully unzipping them. Kneeling before her, I press my lips to the soft expanse of her stomach with my hands on her thighs. As I look up into her eyes, she inhales deeply and closes her eyes. I tug at her pants and peel them off of each of her long, perfect legs.

After a moment, she’s standing in nothing but a pair of black lace panties. She’s all long, thin legs and curvy hips. Every single bit of this woman is perfection. I hook my fingers into the sides of her panties, and they fall easily to her feet. Without prompting, she lifts each foot and carefully steps out of them. I can hardly control myself as I look at all of her on display in front of me. She is everything I envisioned and more. The curve of her hips, her full breasts, her long body; lean yet soft.

She reaches out her hand to me, and I take it. “Stand up,” she whispers, and I do. Anything she asks of me, I’ll do. Anything. “My turn,” she says, her hands shaking nervously as she begins working the button on my slacks. I love that she’s willing to take the lead and I’ll let her temporarily.

As my pants fall to the ground, so does Saige. On her knees, she pulls my boxer briefs down and, without hesitation, she leans in and pulls me into her mouth.

I gasp as her warm tongue guides me inside her. “Saige,” I muster out as my knees become weak. She begins slowly, her lips tight as her tongue circles my cock, with her hand at the base of my shaft. I didn’t think it was possible to get any harder than I already was, but I was wrong. She slowly pulls me further into her mouth and begins to slide her lips up and down my cock. It doesn’t take long for her to bring me close. She looks up at me with hooded eyes, and I’m so insanely turned on that I’m about to blow in her mouth and I’m not ready for that. I pull myself out of her mouth and instantly miss the connection. Big eyes look up at me as she gently guides me back inside. I moan in pleasure at the contact, as she continues.

Once again on the verge of losing control, I stop her. “On the bed,” I tell her, pulling her up by her upper arms. Her lips smack as I pull out of her mouth. She walks backward, and as we near the bed, I finally lift her and set her down on the oversized mattress. I pull her knees apart, and I can immediately see how wet she is. Her bare folds show me her arousal, and it takes all of my self-control to not slide right into her.

“Saige,” I hiss as I drag my finger through her perfect pink lips and circle her clit just peeking out for me to play with. She bucks her hips up as I pull it between my thumb and forefinger. “Does that feel good?” I ask, and she nods between deep breaths. Her hips roll in motion with my fingers. With my other hand, I insert my finger inside her. There’s no resistance with how wet she is.