Chapter Four #3
I took my time undressing her—peeling off her sweater, unhooking her bra, sliding off her jeans and underwear in one smooth motion. She was gorgeous, all soft curves and smooth skin laid bare before me.
"You're perfect. Every inch of you."
"You're overdressed," she said, tugging at my henley.
I stripped it off, watching her eyes widen as she took in my chest, my shoulders, the tight curls of gray hair that dusted down my stomach.
"God, you're sexy," she breathed, reaching for me.
"That's my line." I kissed down her neck, her collarbone, between her breasts. "Tell me what you like."
"I—I don't know. I’ve only been with Drew, and he never really asked."
That stopped me. "Your ex-fiancé never asked what you liked in bed?"
She shook her head, color rising in her cheeks.
"Then we're going to figure it out together." I kissed her slowly, thoroughly. "And you're going to tell me what feels good. I want you to own this. Own what you want."
I worked my way down her body, kissing and touching, paying attention to what made her gasp, what made her arch against me. Her skin was impossibly soft, and she responded to every touch like she'd been waiting for this.
When I kissed the inside of her thigh, she trembled.
"Relax," I murmured. "I've got you."
I kissed my way up slowly, building anticipation, until I settled between her thighs. She was already wet, her body responding even as her hands clutched nervously at the sheets.
The first touch of my tongue made her cry out, hips jerking. I gripped her thighs, holding her steady, and explored slowly. She tasted sweet and clean, and the sounds she made—little gasps and whimpers—went straight to my cock.
"Oh god," she whimpered, one hand flying to my hair.
I found her clit with my tongue, circling it slowly before sucking gently. She moaned with pleasure, and I felt the tremble run through her whole body.
"Yes—right there—please—"
I loved how responsive she was, how honest and hungry for more. I added my fingers, sliding two inside her while my mouth worked her clit. She was tight, her inner walls clenching around my fingers as I found that spot that made her gasp.
"That's it," I murmured against her. "Let me hear you. Tell me what you need."
"More—please—I need more—"
I gave her more—faster, harder, my fingers curling to hit that spot with every thrust while my tongue flicked relentlessly over her clit. Her thighs trembled against my shoulders. She was close, her body tensing, those breathy little sounds getting higher and more desperate.
"Let go for me," I said. "I want to feel you come apart."
She shattered, crying out, her body pulsing around my fingers, back arching completely off the bed. I worked her through it, gentling my touch as the waves subsided, until she pushed at my head with a breathless laugh.
"Too much—sensitive—"
I kissed my way back up her body slowly, giving her time to recover. She was flushed, eyes glazed with pleasure, and when I reached her mouth she pulled me into a deep kiss, not caring that she could taste herself on my lips.
"Your turn," she said, pushing at my shoulders with surprising strength.
I let her roll me onto my back. She unbuckled my belt with trembling fingers, and I lifted my hips to help her remove my jeans and boxer briefs in one fluid motion, freeing my erection.
"Is this okay?" I asked, suddenly worried I'd overwhelm her. "We don't have to—"
"I want to." She wrapped her hand around me, and I hissed at the contact. "Show me what you like."
I guided her hand, showing her the rhythm and pressure that worked. "That's it. Just like that. God, you're incredible."
When she bent down and wrapped her lips around me, I nearly lost it.
"Fuck—Candi—"
She looked up at me through her lashes, eyes dark with desire, and took me deeper in her mouth. The sight alone nearly undid me—this stunning woman on her knees between my legs, eager and unself-conscious, learning what I liked.
"Just like that," I managed, my hand gentle in her hair. Not pushing, just touching, grounding myself. "Use your hand on what you can't take."
She did, finding a rhythm that had my hips flexing despite my best efforts to stay still. Her tongue swirled around the head.
"You're so good at this. So fucking good."
She hummed around me, and the vibration sent pleasure shooting up my spine. I was getting close, too close, and I wanted to be inside her when I came.
"Candi—you need to stop—I'm going to—"
She pulled back slowly, lips swollen and wet, and the sight made me impossibly harder. "Was that okay?"
"Better than okay." I reached for her, pulling her up for a kiss. "Come here."
"Now what?" she asked with a small smile.
"Now you decide. What do you want?"
"I want..." She bit her lip, suddenly shy despite everything we'd just done. "Can I be on top? I want to see you."
"Yeah. God, yes."
She straddled me, and I gripped her hips, helping her line up. She sank down slowly, and we both groaned at the sensation. Her wet pussy was so tight and hot and perfect, I had to think about sawdust and grain patterns to keep from finishing right then.
"Okay?" I managed through gritted teeth.
"So good." She experimented with small movements, finding her angle. "Oh—there—"
"Yeah? That feel good?" I gripped her hips, helping her find the rhythm. "Ride me."
She started moving with more confidence, rising and falling, finding what worked for her.
I watched her—head thrown back, breasts bouncing with each movement, completely lost in pleasure.
She was breathtaking, uninhibited, and watching her chase her pleasure from my body was the hottest thing I'd ever witnessed.
"Fuck, look at you," I said roughly. "Taking me so well. You're stunning like this."
She moaned, moving faster, chasing sensation. I could feel her getting tighter, her rhythm becoming more erratic. The bed creaked beneath us with each movement.
"Touch yourself," I said. "I want to watch you make yourself come while you ride me."
Her hand snaked between us, fingers finding her clit, and her inner walls clenched around me hard enough to make me groan.
"That's it. Show me what you like. Let me watch."
She was close—I could tell from the way her thighs trembled, the little gasps she made, the way her hair fell forward in a curtain around her face. I thrust up to meet her movements, changing the angle slightly.
"Oh fuck—Bart—right there—"
I sat up, changing the angle again, one arm wrapped around her waist to hold her close while my other hand covered hers, our fingers working together between us. The new position let me go deeper, hit different spots, and she cried out.
"I want to feel you come around me," I said against her ear, my voice rough with need. "Squeeze me when you come. Let me feel it."
"Yes—oh god—I'm so close—"
"Let go. I've got you."
Her orgasm hit hard—I felt her clench around me rhythmically, pulsing, her whole body trembling in my arms, her breath hot against my neck.
The sensation of her coming undone triggered mine.
I thrust up hard, burying myself deep, and came with a groan muffled against her neck, my entire body shaking with the intensity of it.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both shaking, hearts pounding against each other, bodies still joined. I held her close, feeling her slowly relax against me, her breathing gradually evening out.
"That was—" she started, her voice breathless.
"Yeah," I agreed.
She laughed, the sound bright and genuine, and I realized this was what had been missing from my life. Not just sex, but connection. Real, honest, vulnerable connection with someone who hadn’t treated me differently when she learned who I really was.
"Stay," I said quietly as we slowly separated. "Tonight. Stay with me."
"Okay." She curled into my side as I pulled the covers over us, her head on my chest, one leg tangled with mine, her hair soft against my skin. "Bart?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm glad I filmed you that day. I know it was wrong, and I'm sorry. But I'm glad it brought me here. To you."
I kissed the top of her head, breathing in the faint scent of her shampoo. "Me too. Even if you did trespass on my property and violate my privacy."
She swatted my chest playfully. "I said I was sorry."
"I know." I drew her closer, my arm secure around her. "Get some sleep. Christmas is coming.”