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“Baby girl, you’ve got yourself a deal. And because I’m a gentleman, I’ll even let you choose who goes first.”

The tip of her tongue works feverishly over her lips, her eyes darting from one part of me to the next in a lustful frenzy. “I get to go first,” she purrs, pulling up on the hem of my shirt. I raise my arms and bend my knees to help her, and when she’s got it off, she doesn’t hurry toward my pants—already having other plans.

She takes her time touching every inch of my torso, a hint of nails raking along my skin as she lets her hands roam over me hungrily. “You’re gorgeous,” her whisper holds a lilt of awe, fingers now tracing the grooves of my obliques, teasing at the waistband on my jeans. “And these,sosexy.”

Her fingertips never lose contact with my skin as she slowly walks around me. Now at my back, her hands begin to play there. No muscle or spot left untouched, every caress followed up by the sizzling brand of her sweet lips.

My breathing grows ragged, patience all but gone as my body coils tightly from her unhurried perusal. Dark bathroom, bath waiting, woman of my dreams,on birth control, circling me like her very willing prey…does not a tranquil man make.

“Bellamy,” I growl in more a rough plea, “I love the feel of your hands on me and the fact you seem to approve of my body. But if you don’t hurry up and get my pants off, I’m ripping the motherfuckers off myself.”

“Jefferson,” she kisses my shoulder, “this exact moment, the first time we do this,” getting closer to where I want her, she licks my bicep, “will only happen once. I want to cherish it.”

She’s in front of me again, laying open-mouth, sucking tastes on my pecs, her fingers back to exploring the indentations at my hips.

My cock’s so fucking hard it’s painful, but I give her what she wants—time—and ball my hands into fists at my sides.

“Thank you,” she says in a breathy little moan. I look down at her and almost sigh in relief; her eyes are filled with desire and flutter shut as she inhales deeply—she’s at the brink too.

“You’re welcome, baby. But just so you know, I willnotbe going this slow when it’s my turn.”

Her answering laugh is melodious. “I figured, which is fine. You let me do things my way, I let you do the same. I happen to love you and your ways, so I don’t see a problem. Do you?”

“Yes,” I grunt. “My pants are still on.Now, Bellamy. Take. Them. Off.”

She peers up at me through hooded eyes and long lashes, then whispers in the tone of sex, “You gonna watch?”

“Fuck yeah,” I groan in brutish need.

Her trembling hands move to my fly and struggle with the zipper. When she’s got it down, her resolve breaks and my abs clench as she rips my jeans open in one bold tug.

Finally.

She’s visibly shaking, so I help her pull the denim down, working my feet out and kicking them aside. I look at her once again, but she doesn’t have any idea—eyes honed in on my cock—head engorged, breaking free over the top of my boxer briefs, pre-cum wetting my stomach.

Goddamn I love the way she’s staring, sliding that little tongue over her bottom lip, pebbled nipples straining against her shirt with each heaving breath. And I know the answer, but fuck if I don’t wanna hear it anyway…so I ask.

“Baby, you’ve seen me in my underwear before. What’s going on in your head right now?”

Despite not meeting my eyes, her cheeks still blush beautifully and she moans from deep in her throat. When she whispers, quiet yet heavy with arousal, the sound feeds my hunger. “I’ve never seen anything more though, like I am now. And I’ve never…”

Here it comes, the confirmation Ihaveto hear, ‘cause again…I’m me, and it does crazy good things to my ego; I’ll admit it. Not to mention, it turns me all the way the fuck on, unprecedentedly so. To know your woman has, and will,onlyever be yours; her every first will belongto me…it’s an intoxicating honor that has my heart hammering at a volatile tempo.

“Seen another,” she finishes.

Yeah, absolutely nothing like hearing that.

“Wanna see more?” I hook my thumbs in my waistband.

“Unless you wanna lose those hands, you better move ‘em.”Damn, my lil’ tigress isn’t kidding, and the ferocity in her threat’s so fucking hot, my dick twitches.

She pushes my hands away with a huff and replaces them with her own, peeling my last piece of clothing down and off at a deliberate, leisurely pace.

And once again I’m reminded—never underestimate my woman—she gives damn good seduction.

Make that out-of-this-world,fucking unbelievableseduction.

I watch in anxious shock, the fragile self-control I have left slipping fast, as she goes down with my boxers…To. Her. Knees.

“Bellamy,” my exhale is a hedonistic release of long-endured anticipation, “what…”

Coherent thought or words instantly leave me as one soft, dainty hand tries to wrap around my erection. My head falls back, eyes close and a hoarse groan fills the room. My cock grows impossibly harder in her hand, pulsing in time with my racing heartbeat.

“Help me, babe.” Somehow, I actually hear and comprehend her throaty request. “What do you like? Teach me.”

I don’t knowwhoanswers her, because it doesn’t sound like something I’d ever say…but whoever it is, he’s absolutely right. “Baby, I likeyou, and anything you want to do to me. Your way.”

I could show her what IthinkI like, what I’ve always had, but I don’t want that; to taint it. I want every single nuance of Bellamy’s naivety—each new, natural instinct of howshetouches me—which I already know will be what I like best of all.

 

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