Page 42 of Best Kept Secret

My cock was hard, throbbing between us, but it was something I'd gotten used to—being erect around Mira, wanting her until I was going out of my mind. And tonight, I'd have her.

She moved her hips against mine, and we both groaned. I desperately wanted to taste her pussy, bury my face in between her thighs, and kiss her cunt as I was her lips. My heart began to hammer as I let go, my hands cupping her breasts.

I couldn't stop touching her, which was not a problem because she was doing the same thing.

"Off. I want this off." I unzipped her dress and watched as she stepped out of it. She was a vision in a black bra and panties. Simple. Cotton. Nothing fancy. Basic. Erotic.

I took a step back from her just so I could look at her.

"Take your hair down."

She did as I asked. She looked like a fucking goddess—all caramel brown skin and soft curves. Her eyes looked into mine with heat, and I felt it all the way inside of me. This wasreal. She wasreal. She wasmine.

"Take the bra off." I walked backward to her bed and sat, wanting to watch this strip tease.

She looked shyly at me, and then, as she bit her lower lip, unhooked the back of her bra, and took it off. I groaned at her tits. They were firm, golden, the tips dark, big.

"Now the panties," I instructed.

She swallowed, and her hands went to the top of the elastic. She shimmied them down and as she bent, her tits swayed.

She stood naked in front of me. Her body was made for fucking. Round hips. A small swell to her stomach. Her pussy was neatly trimmed. I liked a woman with hair—not into the whole bare business. I didn't mind it, but I preferred a woman to look like one.

I'd been in sex clubs. I'd had sex with some incredibly beautiful women. None of those experiences had made me feel as I did now. Hard, yes, but emotionally all in. This wasn't just physical. It waseverything, visceral, all fucking consuming.

"Come here," I ordered.

She walked to me, and her scent wafted through the air. I could see her arousal between her legs, making the curls of her pubic hair damp. She was lush. Beautiful. Sexy.

I cupped her ass, and ran my hands up and down her slender thighs. I fucking loved the sound she made each time she moaned.

Was she a screamer? Would she come with my name on her lips, or chantGodlike some women did? I wanted her to find her release with my lips on hers, with my cock in her cunt.

She suddenly became shy, and one leg went over the other. I pulled her thighs apart, and she lost her balance in the process, tumbling onto me.

"Don't hide from me, darlin'. Don'teverhide from me."

I held her to me and kissed her again, feeling her naked body against my fully clothed one. I rolled her onto her back, and rose to my feet, watching her as she lay on the white bedspread.

She looked innocent, her eyes reflecting anxiety and arousal.

"Spread your legs for me."

She pursed her lips, and then shook her head.

I started to remove my clothes. "Do as you're told, darlin'."

"I…I can't."

I took my shirt off, and then removed my belt. "Mira, spread your legs wide. I want to see your pussy."

She flushed and looked scandalized. She wasn't a virgin, I was guessing, but she was just twenty-two, so probably notthatexperienced.

But to make sure, I asked her as I took my pants off, "Darlin', this isn't your first time, is it?" She stiffened, and I didn't like that at all. Her eyes went from arousal to panic. Had she had a bad sexual initiation?Fuck no! Please, God, no! I couldn't stand the idea that she'd ever been hurt. I waited, ready to stop what we were doing, give her the space she needed to decide how far she wanted to go with me.

"No. It's not."

All the teasing and shyness in her voice was gone.

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