Page 43 of Finally Forever
I grip her chin, my hold tight but not enough to cause her pain. She doesn’t flinch away. Her breath increases in speed. I keep my eyes on her lips as I lower my head to taste them. They’re full and pouty, just about perfect. One kiss, I tell myself. One slip of the tongue, then I’ll know if we’re compatible. Sexually, at least. This is messed up. We are compatible or wewereenough for me to propose.
One kiss.
I linger for a moment, enjoying the warmth of her sweet breath, before brushing my lips across her. She sighs, and her breathing grows faster. Such a responsive woman. I like that, even if I don’t want to. Finally, I press my lips against hers. They’re softer and plumper than they look. I like that, too. I’d like to see my dick sliding between them while I fuck her mouth. I’d want that blindfold off, though, so I can see her eyes, and that’s not a place I’m willing to go. Yet.
I deepen the kiss, tilting my head, and slipping my tongue into her mouth. She opens, welcoming me in, tasting like chocolate. It’s intoxicating. I mean to go slowly, but the way she kisses matches my style and rhythm perfectly. Damn, if it doesn’t make me hard as steel. She moans into my mouth and hooks her hand behind my neck, sliding her fingers into my hair.
I like it more than I should. My blood pumps in my veins, my breathing growing wilder as I fuck her mouth with my tongue. Between her sounds and her gentle touch, I’m caught between tearing myself away from her and shutting this down before I lose control or tossing her onto the bed. When her other hand cups my stubbly cheek, I’m done.
Grabbing her waist, I lift her onto the bed and cover her body with mine, needing to rub my swollen cock between her legs. She doesn’t resist and spreads her thighs willingly for me. Why did I think I’d have to work for it?
“Sebastian?” she breathes. “Touch me.”
Fuck. She’s begging already. Another surprise, especially because I’m not being gentle. I run my hand up under her sweater and squeeze her plump breasts. She can’t want me to go on like this.
Instead, she moans and arches toward me for more.
Mind blown.
When I round her nipples with my fingers, they’re hard. Need to see them. I push her sweater up and bare her breasts in that lace bra, desperate to taste them. Shoving the material aside, I devour her nipple, sucking her tight bud into my hot mouth. She cries out in pleasure and bucks under me. My girl likes nipple play. That makes me very happy.
Wait. Not my girl.
I suck her other nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it before biting it with my teeth.
“Oh God. Sebastian,” she pants. “Don’t stop.”
Stop? Why the fuck would I do that? My cock is loaded and ready for relief. How tight is her pussy? How wet is she? One way to find out.
While my mouth continues to torment her beautiful titties, I unzip her jeans and slip my hand down her pants. A voice in the back of my mind says,slow down. I ignore it. My fingers meet wetness and warmth. She’s swollen down there. Ready for me. Desperate for me, by the way she keeps rocking those hips.
“Be still,” I order.
She doesn’t listen.
“Ainsley?” I slip my hand away from her hot cunt. “If you want me to continue, you need to be still.”
“I’m not good at that,” she gasps.
“If you want more, you will be. Do you want more?”
“Yes, yes,” she begs from behind the blindfold.
“Don’t move,” I order again, and lift off her. I need this woman naked. Now.
I unzip my pants, freeing my erection and lean over her to remove her sweater with more care than I’ve offered so far. I just don’t want the scarf to shift. Those eyes will send me running from the room. Like this, she’s no threat.
Once her sweater is off, I remove her bra. Her nipples harden more, and goosebumps cover her skin. I’ll fix that soon enough.
“You’re doing good, Ainsley. That makes me happy.”
“I’m cold,” she shivers.
“I’ll fix that soon.” I remove her shoes and jeans but leave her socks. It’s the least I can do now that she’s naked before me. And what a sight. My God, this woman is stunning. She’s curvier than she looks in clothes. That olive skin is flawless, except for a few freckles—one on her stomach above her belly button, one on her thigh, and one under her right breast.
I remove my shirt and climb onto the bed to kiss each one. First, her breast, then her belly button, then her thigh. She moans and shivers more, although I don’t think it’s from being cold.
“Sebastian. I need to feel you. Please.”
