Third Base (The Boys of Summer, #1)(28)
“We can go slow, or we can put our clothes back on. Nothing has to happen.” I’m such a liar. I want her legs wrapped around my waist in the worst way.
“I want to try. Maybe not all tonight, but I want to try with you.”
“Are you sure?” My voice breaks like a puberty stricken teenager.
She nods and lets her fingers dance over my skin. With each touch, she leaves a path of intense feeling behind. I don’t know what it is about her touch, or about her, but my body enjoys the ache she brings. It welcomes her with open arms, begging for her to be near.
This time our kiss is slow as I cradle her face in my hands. I nip at her lower lip, teasing her and myself until I can’t take anymore. My tongue glides along her lips asking for entrance into her delectable little mouth. She moans when our tongues meet and her hand tugs at my hair. I pull her closer to me until I’m leaning over her and we’re falling back onto my bed.
“Is this okay?” I ask, trailing kisses down her neck, chest and over the valley of her breasts. I tug slightly on the cup of her bra, freeing them.
“Tell me when to stop,” I say, giving her all the control right now. When she arches her back, I continue, bringing her peaked nipple into my mouth. I bite down gently before lapping at her sensitive bud. My hand kneads her other breast, letting my finger tweak and pull until I’m ready to show it the same attention.
Her legs fall open, welcoming me to her center. I’m so hard I can feel my head pressing against the zipper of my pants as I deftly remove my belt. I grind into her core, rocking back and forth. The friction is welcomed, but it’s not enough. I haven’t dry humped since high school, but this is as good as it’s going to get tonight.
Her flesh is on fire, her mewling is encouraging, if not frustrating. I want to be buried to the hilt inside of her. I need to know what she feels like wrapped around my dick. For weeks I’ve been waiting for this moment.
Daisy pulls me back to her mouth and drives her tongue deep inside. Her hands push down on my ass, encouraging me to move faster. Each moan is swallowed. Each thrust is welcomed. I rub my hand over her panty-covered core and just about lose my shit. She’s so f*cking wet that it’s taking every ounce of will power not to rip her panties off and plunge deep inside her. That bitch of a devil is snickering in my ear to do it while the angel is reminding me that Daisy is fragile and this is new to her. She may be a virgin, but I’m getting the impression she’s at least made it to second base.
I lean back, pulling myself away from her. My palm rubs up and down my bulge while Daisy lies in front of me, her chest moving up and down in a lust-filled rhythmic motion.
“Can I touch you?” I hook my fingers into the sides of her panties and give a slight tug until her hands clamp down on me. I ease up, waiting for a signal to either stop or continue taking her clothes off.
I kiss the insides of her thighs, leaving my hands gripped at her sides. With each kiss, I’m watching her, waiting until I’m at her center. I inhale deeply, taking in her scent. She’s going to destroy me if I’m not careful.
My lips press down on her lace-covered * much to her delight. Her thighs quiver and her breathing picks up. I slide my finger into her panties, my knuckle grazing her sensitive bud. Her breath hitches and my cock throbs for attention. I don’t have the heart to tell him he’s going to stay behind his cotton barrier tonight.
I maneuver my body so I can take off her panties one leg at a time. The woman that I have been watching, the one I’ve been trying to get to know, the one that has pushed me to put myself out there, lies bare before me.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say as I kiss my way up her body. A lesser man would’ve gone to town and not made her feel comfortable, but that’s not me.
“I don’t know what to do,” she says as she runs her fingers through my hair.
“About what?” I ask stupidly. I roll off of her, settling in by her side.
“Sex. I don’t know what to do. Like right now, should I be touching you?”
I can’t help but rub my hard on against her leg. “Do you feel that?”
She nods, pulling her lower lip in between her teeth.
“I want you, but I’ll wait until you’re ready.”
Daisy turns on her side and I use this as an opportunity to hitch her leg over my hip. I’m so f*cking happy that I can only see her eyes and breasts right now because any visual of what’s going on any lower and I’ll be ripping my trousers off.
“What if I’m ready now?”
Fuck me sideways. I groan and kiss her hard.
“You’re not,” I say, pulling away. “But I can get you ready if you want.”
She nods and I swear my fingers f*cking dance for joy. I bring her to me, pressing my lips against hers. My hand massages her leg as I work my way to her core. The slightest brush of my finger against her center has her squirming. I deepen the kiss when my finger is at her entrance. I give a small push, earning a gasp.
She’s so f*cking wet, it takes nothing for my finger to glide in and out. I hold back from kissing her so I can watch her eyes. They focus on me as her hand tugs at my hair. My room is starting to fill with the smell of sex, accompanied by the f*cking sounds coming out of her mouth. Each gasp makes it harder for me to remain in control. My dick is going to f*cking explode if I don’t relieve the pressure soon.