Page 21 of When I Found You

Closing the few feet between us, I pin her against the counter. I bring my fingers to her neck, moving her hair out of the way, and then follow the path with my lips.

“No need to be nervous,” I say against her skin, feeling her heart begin to pound.

“I-I’m not,” she stutters. “Just a little rusty, that’s all.”

“There’s no rush, Stacey,” I assure her. “I won’t lie and tell you that you don’t do things to me.” I press my erection against her ass to show her just what she does to me. “But that doesn’t mean we have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, or ready to do tonight.”

Stacey turns around until she’s facing me. She looks up at me with a look of awe on her face. “You’re one of a kind, you know that, right?”

“Nothing special. Just know how to treat a beautiful woman.”

“Not many guys like you. I’ve, for sure, not met many.”

“That’s a damn shame. But maybe that’s working in my favor,” I tell her as I bring my lips down to hers.

I kiss her lightly at first, no need to rush things. Let them just naturally progress. Stacey slides her hands up and back down my sides, my muscles twitching from her touch. When she reaches the hem of my untucked shirt, she slips her fingers underneath it and rests them against my skin. Her touch is like a brand.

At the contact, my control snaps slightly and I deepen the kiss. I push my tongue past the seam of her lips, taking everything she’s willing to offer, and explore every inch I can. I release the grip I’ve had on the counter and trace her body with my hands. Her dress hugs her curves, the ones I so desperately want to feel bare against my skin.

I drop a hand to her thigh, sliding it up along with the hem of her dress, until I’ve got it bunched at her hips. I settle my hands on both of her hips as I break our kiss and bring my forehead to hers. “You good?” I ask, wanting to make sure we’re not moving too fast.

“Yep,” she says on a breathy whisper.

She slips her hands out from under my shirt and reaches to her side, sliding down the zipper I never noticed, allowing her dress to gape open.

With her eyes on me, she pushes against my chest slightly and I take a step back. Once I’ve given her a little space, she grabs the hem of her dress and pulls it up and over her head. My mouth waters immediately as my dick hardens even more. She’s standing before me in nothing but a matching bra and panty set. White fucking lace that has more than my dick bulging.

I let my eyes drop from hers as I take in all she’s got on display for me. I slowly drag them down her body and back up again. Once my gaze reaches hers again and I take in her shy smile, I snap once again. I bend slightly and sweep her into my arms, with one behind her back and the other under her knees.

“Bed or couch?” I ask against her ear.

“Bedroom, only door on the right,” she says as I latch my lips onto her throat.

I do my best to watch where I’m going, as I’ve never been this far into her condo. I thankfully make it safely around her furniture, down the hall, and into her bedroom. I set her on the bed, and she lays out in the center of it. I hover over her for a few moments, doing my best to collect myself. I don’t want to rush anything tonight. I find myself wanting to savor our time together.

I finally stand up, feeling a little overdressed, and start to unbutton my shirt. She rolls over and turns on a lamp so we have a little bit of light in here, then returns to her earlier position. Iwatch her eyes follow the movement of my hands as they undo the final buttons on my shirt. With my shirt open, she sits up and helps push the fabric off my shoulders, then runs her fingertips down my chest, along my abs, and stops at the button of my jeans. There’s no missing the bulge of my cock, yet she doesn’t pay one ounce of attention to it yet.

I bring a hand up to cup her cheek, sliding my thumb across her lips. As my thumb swipes back across, she licks it, then quickly sucks it into her mouth. I feel that suction right down to the crown of my cock. My hips involuntarily rock forward as she sucks a little harder, teasing me as she does.

I slip my thumb from her lips, leaning down until my lips are a hair’s breadth away from hers. “Watch it now. Paybacks can be a bitch,” I say, a smile cresting my lips as I press them against hers.

The little vixen sucks my bottom lip between her teeth and bites down.

“Careful now,” I growl against her lips as I nip at them.

“What if I don’t want to be careful?”

I drop down on top of her, her legs parting to accommodate the width of my hips. I press my erection against her lace-covered pussy and thrust. I can feel the heat radiating off of her, even through the barrier of our clothes.

I slide my body down and bring my lips to her skin. I take my time learning every curve of her body, kissing and nipping my way down past her collarbone, and along the tops of her willowy breasts. I stop to tease her hardened nipples through the fabric still covering them, before continuing my descent down her body. I nip and kiss along her sides and stomach, swirling my tongue around the sensitive skin of her belly button.

“Pey—” she moans, not getting my full name out, and that drives me fucking wild with lust for her.

I stop my perusal of her body, pushing up on one arm and looking up at her. She’s watching me as I hover over her.

“Want me to stop?” I cockily ask.

“Not a chance in hell,” she retorts.

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