I was very excited, so I had expected that throbbing below to have my member up and ready. Maybe I should do something that could arouse me even more.I looked to at her and found her thighs pressed together. I gently parted them—I could feel her body shaking. Her intoxicating scent of her arousal filled my nostrils. I stared at it for a while. Wow… it’s so…She immediately pressed her thighs together, hiding her cunt from me.“Why are you staring at it too much? Can you see it? I think the light is too bright,” she asked.Wait, what?“I just wanted to use my tongue first… saw it in a porn video.”I repliwd.“No! Don't do it. I find that part of sex gross, you don't put your tongue there and don't look at it too!”I twisted my neck away so fast that my neck hurt.Am I allowed to ask why I can’t look at it? I can’t even see clearly.“Just trace it with your fingers and penetrate, please.”She pleaded, and shut her eyes.I swallowed nervously."I will do as you said".I looked do
My control snapped. I kissed her again, this time deep and devouring as my hands found the hem of her shirt. She lifted her arms without protest, letting me strip it off.Her brown tits in a red lace was the most beautiful sight, it instantly sent a primal thrill through me. “God, you are so beautiful,” I growled against her skin. “So beautiful.” I couldn't stop saying it. My mouth found her collarbone and then lower, worshipping every inch of her skin. She gasped as I unhooked her bra. I swallowed at the bare sight of the chocolate, plump nipple pointing at me Without hesitating, I suckled on them—so soft and squishy. I couldn't stop swirling my tongue around it in slow, torturous circles. Her moan when I took her nipple between my teeth sent a violent thrill down my spine. I wanted to hear it again. I wanted to devour her. Her fingers tangled in my hair, urging me on. I obeyed, kissing my way down to her stomach, even lower, until my breath ghosted over the wai
I caught her wrists before her fingers could tangle in my hair, forcing space between us. “You are drunk,” I ground out, my voice rough. She pouted with a frown. “So?” “So you don't mean it,” I replied softly. “But I do, I really do,” she argued, then bit her plump lower lip. “God have mercy,” I muttered and exhaled sharply, fighting the urge to take her right there. “No, you don't, Char.” “I am old enough to know what I want, Leo, and I am not fully drunk. If you are scared I might regret this later, I won't.” I looked at her. If I fall for this and she regrets it later? No, it can wait. “If you really want it, tomorrow say it to me again. I promise I won't hesitate to kiss you until you forget your last name,” I replied. What the hell am I saying? Like I am a pro in this? I will be nervous as hell. She has been kissed before, right? Only no penetration. I cursed inwardly. Why would I think of her being kissed by another man at this time? I stood up abruptly, putting m
By the time we reached her room, her protests had faded into drowsy mumbles. I nudged the door open with my foot and set her down gently on the bed. She immediately flopped backward, arms splayed out like a starfish. “This bed is my best friend now.” “Glad you two are getting along.” I gently pulled her up to sit on the edge of the bed. I knelt to unclip her heels, and she watched me like I was performing magic. “Your hands are so big,” she whispered, watching me with a sleepy grin. “You’re really good at this whole caretaker thing,” she said again. “Well, I have my moments.” “Mmm.” She reached out, poking my nose. “Boop.” I raised an eyebrow. “Did you just ‘boop’ me?” “Yep.” She grinned. “Your nose is cute.” I shook my head, blushing uncontrollably. “Yours is even cuter. So cute, I want to bite it off.” I softly nibbled on her nose. She chuckled loudly. I eased her back against the pillows, pulling the blanket up over her shoulders. She looked small there, curls spill
Her gaze lingered on my mouth, and I swear my pulse tripped over itself. She was close. Too close. "Dangerous," she repeated, her voice low and almost reverent. Her fingers still cradled my face, thumbs brushing my cheekbones like she was memorizing the shape of me. I swallowed, my throat tight. "You think I’m dangerous?" She nodded slowly, curls bobbing. "Not in the way you think… not in a bad way. Just… the kind that could wreck me if I let you." My chest ached at the raw honesty in her voice. "Charlotte…" My hand slid up her spine without conscious thought, palm settling beneath her hairline. She leaned into the touch, eyes half-lidded. "See? That’s what I mean," she whispered. "One touch and I don’t feel safe from you at all." I froze, torn between closing the distance and the voice in my head screaming she’s drunk, she’s drunk, she’s— Her breath fanned over my lips, warm and sweet, and every muscle in me went taut. Then she tilted forward—just enough that her nose brushe
"I like you," she whispered, her fingers fisting weakly in my shirt. "But I'm scared." My pulse kicked hard, heat sparking low in my stomach. "Why are you afraid of me?" My voice was low, almost a growl without meaning to be. I brushed a loose curl behind her ear. She tilted her head, her curls brushing my cheek as she studied me. "Well… look at you," she breathed, her smile dazed. My eyes widened, and a low chuckle escaped me. "What about me?" "You’re—" She hiccuped, her thumbs tracing my jaw. "You’re so… you." Her fingers—small, warm, and trembling—lifted to cup my face again, her thumbs brushing the corners of my mouth. Something in my chest tightened. God, she doesn’t even realize how much she’s undoing me right now. I swallowed hard, my gaze dropping to her lips. "You’re… so stupidly handsome," she mumbled, another hiccup punctuating her words. "If I saw an attractive woman talking to you, I’d be dead worried." I couldn’t help it—I chuckled, the sound rumbling in my chest.