Page 12 of Smarty Plants
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, slowly trailing my hands all around her. She looks a bit vulnerable, naked when I’m fully clothed. Deftly, I toss my shirt aside.
From the way her eyes twinkle, she likes having me half undressed with her. “My pants are staying on tonight.” Scooping her up in my arms, she giggles as I lay her across the bed, then pull her to the edge and slip two pillows under her head and shoulders.
“Is it weird that I kind of like moving you around like my own gorgeous doll?”
Her palm runs along the side of my beard. “I don’t know. Is it weird that the first time I saw you, I wondered what this would look like longer and wilder?”
My lips trace slowly down her throat, then arc across the top of her breast. “Give me a few months to make sure Dad’s existing clients are happy with me. Then my beard is yours to control.”
When she laughs, I catch her lips against mine, then feel her gasp as my hands cup the bottom of her full, soft breasts. My thumbs brush across her nipples as they stand at attention.
“I feel so much for you already, Iris.”
This time I kiss her harder, deeper, lying her back as we both begin to become breathless. She gasps faintly when my hand runs lower, down her belly, between her spread legs. Her softness sends a shudder through me as my fingertips drag slowly across her skin.
“I need to make you come on my tongue, angel. Will you let me do that?”
I interrupt her firm nod with another kiss, hoping that every deep stroke of my tongue will help her taste my desire. My emotions. Let her know that I’m already falling desperately in love with her.
She trembles when I finally move away, lying her down and kneeling in front of the bed. Before she can second-guess anything, I spread her legs wide with my shoulders, then lean in to explore the exquisite delicacy laid out before me.
I feast on her soft skin, feeling her wetness growing as I kiss and suck, dragging my tongue slowly around the little button that literally swells right before my eyes.
Lost in the moment, I’m only dimly aware of her fingers in the sides of my hair and her soft moans. I’m focusing instead on every pulse, every flutter of her hips to determine which exact spot and what pressure brings her the most pleasure.
It’s clear I’m on the right track when I feel her thighs clenching around me. Then her lower belly tightens. Her fingers clutch my hair, her nails slightly pricking my scalp. “Yeah,” Iris breathes. “Ben…I…”
She is a goddess as she comes, her crease dripping on my tongue as her luscious tits heave, puckered nipples straining toward the ceiling. Her pale body quivers as the climax rattles through her, shaking her as she gasps, her eyes snapping wide open to meet mine.
After another stuttering breath, Iris collapses back with a low moan. “Intense,” she whispers. “I had…no idea…it could be so intense.”
I stand, then lift her gently, sliding her under the blankets. “Would you like something to sleep in?”
“Sure, thanks.”
I dig in the back of my drawer for a light blue t-shirt my mother gave me years ago. It's not a color I like on myself, but it’s buttery-soft. “Arms up.” She laughs as I drop the shirt over her, then pull it snugly down to cover her ass.
I wait until she’s turned away to lose my jeans, slipping in behind her wearing only my boxer briefs.
Iris turns to face me, her hand caressing my jaw again. “That was…” Her cheeks glow an adorable faint pink.
“The start of how I want to make you feel every single day? Yes. My new favorite flavor in the world? Also yes. Learning thatyou make the sweetest little noises? That’s a big, dare I say, ahellyes.”
She laughs, then drops her hands to drag them slowly down my chest. Before she can move south of my navel, I catch her wrists, stretching them upward. “I’m not sure where you think you’re going, cutie, but that’s for another day.”
She blinks in surprise. “Seriously?”
Snuggling closer, I wrap my arms around her, then drift my lips across her ear. “I need you to know that this is not a pickup, or a quickie, or a fling. It’s too early to talk about the future, but I want you to know that it’s…out there.”
Iris looks at me carefully. I love the way she studies my eyes. I love the way she analyzes my expression, trying to read my mind. I love the way…
I loveher.
Yeah, don’t be telling her that yet, buddy-boy. You’ll freak her right out.
“Sleep, beautiful. If I hold you too tight, just push me away.”
She responds by snuggling as close as possible, our bodies molding together as she finds a spot for her head in the crook of my shoulder. I stay awake a few minutes more to revel in the feeling of my beautiful girl becoming limp, all tension draining away as she falls asleep in my arms.
