Page 31 of I Did Before I Do

She leaned in to kiss me again.

I guided her back, laying her down on the bed. We were still fully clothed, but it was okay. It might be kinda fun to take this slow, let it build until she was begging me for it.

She wrapped her arms around me, holding me close. “Please,” she mumbled.

That didn’t take long. I grinned and pushed my hands up under her shirt. She groaned quietly, back arching toward my hands.

I found the underwire of her bra and pushed it upward.

Her tits felt so good in my hands—soft and warm, and the perfect weight. I kissed her, just holding them for a moment, then shifted to grasp her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.

She almost howled.

Had that guy ever even touched this poor girl? God, he’d really missed out.

But it meant that I got to enjoy the sounds she was making.

She let me go, pulling her shirt off over her head, then unclasping her bra and tossing it as well. I took the moment to peel off my shirt, throwing it on the floor near hers.

For a moment, we looked at each other. She was breathing heavily.

“You good?” I ran my hands slowly up her sides.

She nodded. “Good.”

“Okay.”

I lowered my head, taking one nipple in my mouth and rolling my tongue over it.

Her hands slid up into my hair, curling into fists and pulling.

My cock throbbed.

I reached one hand down between us and unzipped my jeans. Shifting so my hips were slotted perfectly against hers, I rocked slowly.

She squealed again. “Ryker!”

I needed her. I needed as much as she’d give me.

Her hands started to move down my body, over my back. Her fingers traced along my muscles, then back up. One hand rested on the back of my neck, the other pulling on my hair again.

I sucked on her nipple one more time, then moved to the other, giving it the same attention.

Sydney lifted her hips off the bed, grinding against me.

Even with two layers of denim between us, she felt hot, and I knew she could tell how hard I was.

“You feel that?” I murmured, lifting my head. “That’s all for you.”

“Please,” she mumbled.

“Be patient. You’ll get everything you want.”

I moved, lifting myself onto my knees. This gave me a little more room to work, to get her jeans unzipped and start pushing them down her legs. Her hips bucked against nothing, searching for some kind of friction.

Looking down at her was incredibly hot. Her legs were spread as far as they could go with her jeans half-off, and she was panting, looking up at me with bright eyes.

If this were any other girl, I would have pounced, pinned her down, and fucked her hard.

---