Page 23 of Screwed

I press my body closer to his, wanting to feel every hard inch of him against me. His tongue slips against the seam of my lips and I open for him greedily. I’ve missed his mint-and-honey taste and I moan when I get it again.

“So fucking good,” he whispers against my mouth before he goes back to stroking his tongue, learning my taste.

“More,” I moan, greedy for him.

He gives me one hard kiss before he pulls away.

“I should give you a tour,” he says and I want to protest but then I realize that he’s leading me straight to his bedroom.

There’s a hallway off of the living room with three doors and he takes me to the first one. His room is pretty clean and I wonder if he was hoping that we would come back to his place tonight or if he’s always this clean.

I hesitate at the threshold of his room and he turns to look at me.

“We don’t have to do anything tonight, Iris. We can take things slow,” he says gently and I shake my head.

I’m ready for this. I’m ready for him.

“I’m ready,” I tell him. “I just don’t really know what I’m doing.”

He smiles at that and steps into me once more.

“I’ve got you,” he says before his hands come up to cradle my face.

His lips graze mine once more and I close my eyes, getting lost in Arlo. I don’t even notice when he starts to lower the zipper of my dress. It isn’t until his fingertips glide up my bare spine that I realize that it’s undone. I shiver as I feel the rough pads of his fingers drag along my sensitive skin.

The material starts to move, to slide down my arms and I catch it before it can drop away completely. My face blushes and I try to take a deep breath. I know that Arlo said that he loves my body but I still can’t help but be self-conscious to be naked in front of someone else for the first time in my life.

“It’s okay,” Arlo says and I glance up into his green eyes.

I trust him. Maybe I shouldn’t after only being around him for a short amount of time but I do. He’s starting to open my eyes, to make me see that I wasn’t really living, just existing. I want to try new things, to have new experiences and I want Arlo to be there for them.

I let the dress drop, leaving me standing in front of him in just my bra, panties, and heels.

“God. You’re every fantasy that I’ve ever had all rolled up into one perfect body,” he says, his voice rough with need.

That sparks something in me. Maybe it’s hearing how much he wants me, how much he needs me, but a surge of confidence skitters down my spine and I stop trying to cover myself with my hands.

I let him look his fill, but I can feel the heat staining my cheeks. I look up, meeting his deep-green eyes, and I can see how badly he needs me.

“Your turn,” I whisper.

His hands go to the button on his pants and I watch as he undoes them and lowers the zipper. I gulp as he pushes the pants down his legs. He reaches for his shirt next and quickly undoes the buttons. With each inch of skin that he reveals, my lust grows. By the time that he’s standing in front of me in just his boxers, I’m ready to tackle him to the bed behind him and beg him to take me.

He's on the same page because he kicks his clothes to the side and reaches for me. Our lips meld together as he starts to back us up toward the bed.

“I need a taste. I need to explore this body,” he says against my lips and I nod. I would agree to anything that he said right now.

I need something. I’m just not sure what. I’m like an exposed nerve. My entire body is tingling and I’m burning up. My pussy clenches around nothing, aching to be filled and I start to back up faster.

“I need you,” I tell Arlo and his eyes darken with heat.

“You have me.”

With that, he pushes me down onto the mattress and comes down over me. He catches himself on his arms before he can crush me and I arch up, wanting to feel his weight on me.

He reaches up, his fingers tugging down the soft cup of my bra as he trails kisses down my neck and I bite my lip to keep from moaning. His mouth latches on to a nipple and he sucks, his cheeks hollowing out as he teases the stiff peak.

“Arlo!” I cry out, unable to keep my pleasure in when he’s doing such wicked things to my body.

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