Page 34 of All Of My Firsts

After a solid forty-five-minute session, I shower and dress and glance at my watch—07:30am I’ve got just enough time to get across town to Liam’s house to collect a memory stick he needs a document from while he’s away this week.

I pull up outside the house, switching off the bike’s engine before hopping off, and carrying my helmet in my hand to the front door. When I knock twice, I notice that my palms are clammy and I’m suddenly very aware that I could’ve sent Liam’s assistant, but my brain and my cock were having a battle and my brain did not win. When I texted Nora last night letting her know I’d be popping in quickly to get something for Liam, I tried to play it cool by telling her she should make me pancakes, but in reality, the last two weeks of not seeing her have been weird, so I wanted an excuse to stay for longer.

Fuck, I’m nervous.

The door opens, revealing Nora in a tight black dress. It’s not low cut or short, but it hugs every single one of her curves and makes her body look like an hourglass. I swallow hard, willing my body to calm down and hoping that she doesn’t notice. She’s so fucking sexy, and beautiful, and…fucking hell man, get a grip already.

“Hi, come in.” She hobbles with one shoe on and one off through the house. I’m stuck in some sort of limbo with my brain and my cock again, but thankfully my brain wins this time and I use it to make my feet move one foot in front of the other, schooling my expression as I walk into her hallway.

Nora still hops around like a Duracell bunny as my brows pull together and I wave my finger in the air, gesturing to her. “What’s happening right now?”

She stops and laughs. “Oh, I um, I put these shoes on to make sure they matched my outfit. I travel in my trainers, but I always need to check my heels for when I put them on at work and now the stupid buckle is stuck.” She hops again and I try to be some semblance of a gentleman here and not look at her boobs as they bounce around.

“Okay, stop.” She actually listens, which is a first. “Let me help. You’re making me seasick with all the jumping around.”

I drop to my knees, holding her shoe in one hand when she chuckles above me. “I never thought I’d see you on your knees for me this early in the morning, Grayson.”

The silence between us is thunderous, the air switching from fresh to completely charged with pure energy in an instant. An eternity passes with my hand resting on her ankle. I daren’t look up and I can’t even focus on unbuckling the shoe that started all of this. I’m too busy trying to understand what is going on right now after hearing that sentence and everything it implies.

All I can hear is the thumping of my heart in my ears, well, and in my crotch, because boy, has he been woken up. I shake my head and force myself to focus on the shoe. It’s black and strappy and that’s about as far as I get because my brain is doing everything to distract from her perfectly milky skin under my fingers.

By some miracle, my fingers work to loosen the buckle and the shoe lingers between us like some kind of barrier. If I move the shoe, I have to look at her and I can’t. I know I’ll find her looking down at me and seeing her with any kind of desire or want will break me. I’ve spent too many moments thinking about how fucking delicious she tasted that night and how badly I’ve wanted to be on my knees for her again. That night has been on replay for months, evidently because I still haven’t been with anyone else.

Nora wiggles her toes and kicks the shoe aside, removing the barrier between us, waking me from my stupefied state. Still holding her ankle, I move it to my chest and flatten her foot against me. The whimper that escapes her mouth fills the space between us like a drug I need more of.

I let my fingertips feather touches around her ankle and calf as her foot shakes slightly against me. Memories of that night we spent together feel like they happened just seconds ago. Her taste, her smell, her pussy wrapped around my dick so perfectly; they all come barrelling back into my brain.Fuck…I can’t stop my hand as it travels up her leg until I reach the spot of skin just behind her knee. It’s like silk, so fucking soft.

A groan crawls from the core of me, fuelled by my desire. I chance a quick glance up to her face, only to find her eyes burning into me. Full of something dark and tempting. Between that look and the soft whimpering noises she’s making, I’m fighting not to drown myself between her thighs right now.

“Your shoe is off,” I say quietly, but I don’t move from beneath her. Our eyes still locked, tension buzzing like a wayward firework about to combust. Her head dips in a slight nod as her throat swallows thickly. It would be so easy to cross a line here again. I don’t know if itshouldhappen and believe me, I fucking hate myself for even debating this shouldn’t happen. We agreed once, and that has stuck with both of us, except for my mishap in the lift and our ‘yes day’.

But the thought of having her again haunts me. We could so easily let something happen, and Nora hasn’t stopped me yet.

Does she want this to go further?

I drag my palm higher over her thigh, loving the hitch in her breath that makes my hard cock pulse with need. I move all the way to the top of her creamy thigh until my hand is covered by her dress. Her whole body quivers, her knees almost buckling under my touch, but she doesn’t break my gaze, her big caramel and chocolate eyes drinking me in, bowing before her.

The heat pulsing from her is like sitting in front of an open fire, one that I can’t help but let myself want to be consumed by her warmth. If I moved my thumb an inch to the right, I would be touching her underwear. I could slip my finger inside her panties.I wonder if she’s wet?The thought consumes me, so much so it must be written all over my face, because Nora says,

“Do it. I dare you.” Her eyes are glossy with desire, her voice a soft, throaty whisper.

She pulls in her bottom lip between her teeth, passion shining in her eyes, daring me to take what she’s offering.

I squeeze her thigh, marking her with my fingertips, and she whimpers softly. I close my eyes, revelling in her sounds, ones that are branded into my memory. As I exhale slowly, blood rushes south again, my cock weeping inside my tight trousers.

Fuck it.My rubber band of control snaps.

I grip the edge of her panties and tear them down her luscious legs in one swooping motion. Her gasp fills the room, and my cock leaps at the sound. She steps out of them, and I pick them up, shoving them in my pocket as a memento for later.

Her mouth parts, her breathing and her cheeks flush. This is it, the moment I leap across that invisible line between us, and I couldn’t fucking stop myself, even if I wanted to.

I stand quickly, crowd my chest to Nora’s, forcing her backwards a few steps until her back hits the hallway wall. I sink to my knees again and push her dress up, exposing her sex. Groaning when I see her bare folds that I’ve dreamed about touching again for months.

I can smell her arousal; sweet, musky, intoxicating, and I know I have to taste her again. I lean in closer, letting my two-day old stubble brush the inside of her thigh.

“Fuck me. I forgot that you’re such a pretty girl,” I say directly to her pussy. A moan escapes her as her hips roll and her thighs begin to shake, silently begging me to touch her.

I look up from between her thighs, loving how wrecked she looks already, and I’ve not even started yet. “Do you want me to fuck you with my tongue and fingers, Nora?” She nods, flushing everywhere I can see skin. Feeling desperate, my mouth is on her. Licking through her pink lips, finding her clit hard, waiting for my tongue. She tastes exactly how I remember, like fucking heaven. And like a drug, I need more.

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