Page 33 of The Situation
But that would be too fast. Too selfish. Too hedonistic.
I must stay in control.
I’ll take my pleasure tonight in pleasing her.
“I’d love to have you on your knees with my cock in your mouth,” I say, pressing the pad of my thumb across her lips.
She nips her teeth against my skin, and the nip pulses through every cell inside me.
Dammit.
“Turn around for me.” I grip her hips unabashedly, spinning her slowly until she’s facing the other way. “This is like unwrapping a present.”
I drag her zipper down her back in one slow and steady tug. It stops at the top of her ass.
My mouth waters as I lazily appraise the curve of her hip and flawless skin.
No panties.
Fuck.
My cock throbs so hard that I wince.
“Every time you touch me, I think I’m going to fall apart,” she says, her voice breathless.
“That’s exactly why you aren’t touching me. I’d explode.”
She shivers as the top of her dress falls forward. I grip her waist again, my heart thrashing at the contact. I press myself against her back and my cock strains to touch her, bulging against my pants.
Her head falls onto my shoulder, and she brings her arms above her head and drapes them over my shoulders to the back of my head. My hands slide to her front—across the dip of her hip, rounded stomach, and up to her full tits.
“Fuck,” I groan, the lace of her bra rough against my palms. “Has anyone told you how fucking sexy you are?”
“Not in a long time.”
“I don’t believe that.”
“Then don’t.” She plays with the hair at the nape of my neck. “I want to come so bad.”
I glide my hands to her back. It takes some work, but I unclasp her bra without looking.
“You will,” I say as the lace falls to the floor. “Patience is a virtue.”
“The fact that I haven’t shoved you to the couch and climbed you like a tree demonstrates my patience,” she says, her eyes fluttering closed. “But I’ll warn you, it’s running low.”
I cup her tits in my hands, and the weight of them sends a shock of electricity to my dick.
“What’s your favorite way to come?” I ask, pressing a kiss to the crook of her neck.
She tilts her head, offering me full access. “I forget.”
“What do you mean?”How does a beautiful woman like this “forget” how she likes to come?
“It’s been a while.” She arches her back as soft moans escape past her lips. “I’ve been getting myself off for eighteen months. Before that, I was finishing the job myself most of the time, too.”
“Are you serious?”
She nods, grinding her ass against my cock.
