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“That’s gorgeous,” she said, stepping closer to take a better look.
“Thank you. I took a lot of photos when I was in my early twenties. Scale makes a huge difference, and the bigger the better, right?”
Something shifted in her eyes, and I realized that I had her alone in my bedroom. The last thing I wanted to do was to make her nervous.
“Prairie,” I said softly, reaching out my hand. She came to stand between my legs where I sat. She was so radiantly beautiful that the urge to tear her clothes off was all-consuming. “Baby, I think this bedroom represents me right now.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve been sort of empty for years. Plain. Waiting for a spot of color in my life.” I held her hands, giving them a little squeeze. “Now here you are, with your strawberry hair and sweet hazel-green eyes. It finally feels like everything is falling into place.” Her luscious breasts hovered right in front of me, and I longed to bury my face in them.
“But I need you to know that just because we’re in a bedroom alone it doesn’t mean I want to rush you into anything. You already have my heart. Everything else can go at whatever speed you want.”
Prairie’s fingers reached up to run along the edge of my jaw. “Actually…” She hesitated, biting her bottom lip. “I think I’d like a bit of closeness.”
My hand slipped down her back to cup her incredible curvy behind gently. “Are you saying that I’m allowed to touch you, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Everywhere?”
Her grin showed a slight dimple on one side. “Absolutely. Anywhere and everywhere.”
My lips grazed hers gently, sending waves of lust through me.
“It was so hard not to touch you in front of my family,” I murmured, reaching up to unzip her dress. “I need to see my beautiful Prairie naked.”
As her chin tipped up and down I could feel my pulse in my uncomfortably hard dick. But this first physical exploration was not about me. I needed her to trust me. To understand how much I needed her. To care for her.
Those beautiful hazel eyes were riveted to mine as she whispered, “I guess if you really want to.”
I inhaled her scent as I nuzzled her throat, and she helped me by wriggling as her dress fell off.
“Sweet Jesus,” I muttered, pushing her back a few inches so that I could drink in the sight of her dark purple lace bra and panties.
Her skin was impossibly soft as I ran my rough hands across it. Tugging her closer, I kissed her deeper, until I heard a tiny whimper.
“You’re so gorgeous, Prairie,” I murmured as my hand skimmed around her hip and up her ribs. “So sweet and precious that I’m never going to get enough of you.”
We lost ourselves in the kiss, our tongues moving together as everything deepened. My hand slipped across the lace of her bra, then moved inside to grip her round, firm breast. It was too awkward, so I unfastened her bra, tossing it aside so that I could trail my lips along her collarbone, then across the surface of each exquisite mound.
The rest of the world ceased to exist as I pulled her perfect nipples between my lips. I loved her tiny shiver as I tasted her exposed skin.
“Daniel,” she breathed, her fingers clutching the back of my shoulders. Hearing her say my name in such a sexy way made me ache for her.
As I trailed my lips all around her incredible breasts, I heard her breath catch over and over. I hated to pull away, but I needed to kiss her properly.
I moved back onto the bed, pulling her to join me. As Prairie lay beside me in nothing but her lacy panties, I took a moment to devour her with my eyes.
She looked so delicate. Feminine.
Her nipples were little pink points, and the swell of her breasts and hips created an intoxicating hourglass. Those pretty eyes were darker now, her pupils dilated as she trembled slightly.
“Easy, baby. I just need to touch you. You’re so beautiful that I just can’t stop.”
She blushed faintly, then whispered, “Are you going to at least take off your shirt?”
“Anything you like.” I sat up to yank off the black button-down shirt that was practically my uniform.
