Page 29 of Watercolor Skulls

“I’m good with that.”

“Are you? Cause most women would kick me in the nuts for that sort of behavior.”

I giggle which makes him smile.

“It did things to me, Dan.” I shove my face into the side of his arm, embarrassed to admit it.

His hand runs down my hair, making me shiver against him.

“Okay,” he whispers, kissing the top of my head. “We go slow, and you tell me if anything makes you uncomfortable.”

I nod against his skin. Still unable to look at him.

He pushes me back so he can look into my eyes. Whatever he sees must give him the green light. “Stand up.”

So, I do.

He pulls me into the space between his legs. Dan unclasps the chain around my hips, dropping it to the floor. He grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it up and over my head. The moon pours in through the window illuminating my skin, making it look paler than it already is.

Dan reaches around and with one hand flicks the clasp on my bra. It slides down my arms and I let if fall to the ground. He hooks his thumbs under the edge of my panties and slides them down my legs. My breath catches in my throat.

I struggle not to cover myself with my hands. His gaze slides over every inch of me. His breath the only touch to my skin. A shiver starts at my head and ripples all the way down my body.

Dan rolls his eyes up to mine. “Do you like it when I look at you like this.”

“Yes,” I whisper.

His hand reaches out slowly. I make a demand to my feet to hold strong,don’t back away. When his fingers wrap around my hips I moan. I don’t know why. They just feel so good and they’re so warm.

He chuckles and leans forward kissing me lightly above my belly button. His kisses trail higher and higher until he pulls my nipple into his mouth. My head drops back. His mouth is fire. It’s scorching, leaving a clean slate for my nerve endings to experience something new.

He pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. When my bare pussy rubs against the course material of his jeans, a hiss escapes my lips. Mindlessly I grind myself over the hard length of him. Dan groans into my mouth. His fingers wrap in my hair, giving him total control of my movements.

My body reacts in a way which seems to surprise him.

“Do you like the feel of my cock?”

“Mmhhmm,” I moan into his mouth.

He stands and turns, dumping me onto the bed. I watch as he grabs the back of his shirt, ripping it over his head in one smooth motion.

I’ve never been much of a religious person but good god. I want to drop to my knees and worship this man.

“Touch yourself,” his voice is low and demanding.

In front of him? He wants me to touch myself now. Right here!

“Now, Lily,” he growls.

My knees fall open and I gently lay my hand over myself. My cheeks must be stained bright red, I can feel the heat radiating off them.

He pulls his belt from the loops of his jeans. The sound makes me draw my knees back together, my hips rising from the mattress. A smirk falls across his mouth. He taps the belt on my knees gently, a warning. “Uh, uh, keep em open. I want to watch,” he tsks.

I let them fall open again. I’m so embarrassed by how wet this is making me.

“That’s it, baby. I want to see how slick your pussy is.”

Hesitantly I run my hand over my clit. My head falls back, my eyes dropping closed. It’s because he’s watching me. I’ve never been so turned on in all my life.

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