Chapter 33
Practically pacing a divot into the hardwood floor of his bedroom, Justin waited. He told her to take her time—but the minutes passing started to feel like hours. When he’d imagined his first time with Blythe, it was in the moment, full of uncontrolled passion. That, of course, was in his man-mind and not at all the reality of what should happen when it was her first time.
Facing the back wall of the room, he heard the door to the master bathroom click open. Taking a deep breath, he turned around to see her auburn hair falling around her shoulders, legs smooth, the skin there glowing. She was wearing one of his many solid black T-shirts. At average height, around five-foot-four, it hung down just low enough to cover her.
“I’m not fancy, Justin. I don’t have beautiful lingerie or lacy panties…” She wasn’t being shy or pitiful. Her tone was confident and matter-of-fact. “You just get…me.” The look on her face was content as she took a deep breath of her own.
“I don’t want to see you in anything but that shirt right there. You look fucking perfect. You look like— mine.” He strode toward her. When he reached her, he tucked his fingers under the hem of her shirt—and with a low rumble in his voice said, “Lift your arms up, sugar.”
He was ready to take his time, all the time she needed to ease her into this. She said she was ready, and he believed her. But it was still a new experience, and he knew taking little steps toward the finish line was important. She lifted her arms high above her head, and he slowly dragged the shirt up and over, dropping the fabric to the floor beside them.
Justin took a step back, his breath hitching as he ran his fingers through his hair. He realized he must look like a total teenager—gawking at her in her matching, petal pink bra and panties. Her curves were everything—how her natural waist pinched in just right, her hips flowing out beneath it.
“Damn…” His eyes fixated on every inch of her. “I’ve never seen a more beautiful thing walking this planet, let alone standing in front of me in my bedroom…ready to let me be the first man to claim her—touch her—worship her.”
She was visibly blushing under his compliment as she started to tug at his shirt. Justin reached down, crossing his arms, grabbing the bottom on each side to help her.
Her eyes darted from his torso to his face. “I never get tired of it, you know? It’s like you’re cut out of Greek marble… And I still stop breathing for a second whenever I see you like this, or get to touch you like this…” She ran her fingers down his chiseled abdomen and found the button of his jeans. He watched as she tucked it through the hole and pinched the zipper between her fingers to pull it down, as well.
Shit, she was confident. Maybe he underestimated how ready she was after all.
“I’ve seen how fine your ass is, even if it was only for a second—but what I really want to see…is what’s down here in front of me.”
Fuuuuck .
Did she really just say that? Was someone giving this untouched goddess lessons in dirty talk, or was she just a natural at it? If his dick wasn’t awake before, it certainly was now.
He pushed his jeans over his hips and pulled each leg out one at a time. Standing only in his boxer briefs, he gave her a devilish smirk and nodded his chin toward her.
“You want to see what’s in front, sugar? Go ahead, take ‘em off.”
Her eyes were wide, no doubt because his erection was growing by the second, and he guessed she may have underestimated his size. It was very evident, even pinned down by the spandex material covering his lower half. Her hand moved around his hips to grip his ass, the other one palming his entire package in front.
He thought he would be teaching her what to do, or at least doing most of the foreplay. This was not at all what he expected. Hell, she’d practically hit her forehead on the door trying to run out the day she walked in on him all those weeks ago.
“Mmmm…” she hummed and reached up on her tiptoes to brush her lips over his. “If you thought I was going to be shy about this, you were wrong, cowboy. I’m a virgin, it’s true. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t played this out in my mind a hundred times and ached to do it for months now. When I decide to do something, I’m all in, so saddle up.”
Her dusty green eyes were burning. He made a mental note to thank the sick schmuck who drove her away and into his life. She tugged at the waistband and pulled his briefs all the way down to his ankles. His cock was large and full at attention. Even he was a little surprised at how thick it was. He hadn’t been with a woman in years, and it was about damn time. She stood, and her hand fisted around his girth, sliding back and forth, her dainty fingers barely overlapping.
“I knew you’d be like this…” Her lips barely parted as she caught a breath, looking up and down from his eyes to her grip.
His head inadvertently tipped back, his chest releasing every bit of air left in his lungs. He brought his palms up to hold her jaw and whispered deep in his throat, with his lips hovering over hers. “Do you even know how fucking good that feels?”
He dove in and kissed her like he’d wanted to since she walked out looking like Christmas morning, wrapped in his goddamn T-shirt. His tongue pushed inside her mouth and tangled with hers. There she was, his water again. He drank deeply from her, all the while knowing that he would never get enough to satisfy his thirst.
Blythe reciprocated his need, clutching his neck as he held her face. Justin walked them back to the bed, putting his strong hands on her waist and lifting her onto the mattress. He broke their kiss, trailing his lips down her neck and over her breasts. He paused there a moment to enjoy her perfect cleavage—the cleavage he’d been eye-fucking for months, every time she wore something just a little too low cut. He bent on one knee as he got lower, kissing down her plush abdomen and right to the top of her panty line.
Pushing her legs apart, he asked, gravel in his tone, “Can I move these aside? You’re not the only one who’s been wanting to see what’s down in front, sugar.”
She nodded with a devious grin, as he tucked two fingers next to her inner thigh and pulled—dragging the thin fabric, exposing her. He admired her for more than a few seconds before declaring with awe, “You’ve been saving this perfect pussy, and now I get to be the first man to taste you. How fucking privileged am I?”
He pressed a gentle kiss to her skin there. She gasped, and her quiet plea rang in his ears.
“Do it, cowboy. Taste me—please.”
The growl that came from deep inside his chest was absolutely feral. “So damn fucking polite, just like I taught you to be…”
Then he came undone.
His mouth went down on her, and every pent up desire he’d ever had for Blythe Harper was unleashed. He sucked and nipped and devoured as his tongue did a masterful job at lapping all the most sensitive parts of her. She tasted like his kryptonite, because she was. Her moans were loud enough to let him know that she was enjoying the hell out of it, too. Her hands alternated from gripping the bed sheets to skating through his hair as her hips rocked back and forth, grinding into him, losing control. She was breathless when she ground out the words he’d been waiting to hear.
“What are you doing to me, Justin? I can’t even breathe. I’m going to break!”
He paused and pressed his thumb to her sweet spot, moving it in slow circles before encouraging her. “Then do it, baby… Shatter for me.”
He felt her fist tighten in his hair as she pushed his mouth back down to where it’d been. Justin grinned and chuckled against her pussy. “Such a needy little thing. Lucky for you, I’m determined to enjoy every moment I have to soak my tongue in your deliciousness before I finally make you come—and by damn, you’re going to come, sugar.”
It was only a moment before her back arched and her body shook. Clinging to his hair with one hand, a fistful of sheet in the other, she cried out his name. Fuck, he was one lucky, son of a bitch. Her high pitched sounds and the way her legs trembled was music to his ears. He continued his efforts to give her the most incredible climax of her life. The woman deserved to feel every aftershock and thrill. He didn’t stop until her body relaxed and he heard a content sigh escape her beautiful lips.