Chapter 7 #2
“I didn’t think you were interested,” she says quickly, feverishly, her fingers undoing my buttons at a frenzied pace.
I scoff. “I was interested from the moment I met you.” I slide the dress off her arms, then lower the material to her waist. Drawing in a deep breath, I drink in the sight of Teagan in a pale pink bra, all lacy and see-through, revealing her nipples.
Dear God, those are perfect dusky-rose nipples.
“And I am very interested in taking this off you right the fuck now.”
In seconds, I unhook the bra, groaning lasciviously as I free her beautiful breasts.
“The only thing that stopped me was . . .” But I can’t talk anymore, because I need my mouth full of these beauties.
Or really, one of them, because you can’t truly have two boobs in your mouth at once.
Shame, that.
But there’s nothing shameful about this.
I cup her right breast in my hand, cover her left with my mouth, and draw her nipple between my lips, kissing and sucking and licking.
There.
That works for some two-handed breast action.
Her hands move to my hair, threading through the strands. “I was interested too. So much. So damn much. I wanted you all the time.”
Her words torch me. They turn me on more and more. Higher and higher. And I have got to get her naked and get inside her.
I let go of her breasts and do what I’ve wanted to do since the moment I met her. I scoop her up in my arms.
She laughs. “I’m half undressed,” she says as I carry her across the living room to my bedroom.
“And that’s a big fucking problem that I’m about to solve,” I say, setting her gently on the bed, sliding off her heels.
“And this is a big problem, Ransom,” she says, flapping her hand in my direction. “You are far too dressed.”
I stand, shuck off my shirt, then undo my pants.
“Hold on,” she says, sticking out a stop-sign hand.
I huff. I do not want to stop. But if I have to, I will.
Obviously. “What is it, sunshine?” I ask, that term of endearment falling from my tongue automatically.
I didn’t plan to call her that. But it fits her.
For all the shit she’s been through, this woman is like the sun.
She’s bright and cheery, bold and outgoing, and sexier than anyone I’ve ever met. “You okay?”
“I’m so fucking fine,” she says as she rises and strips off her dress, letting it fall to the floor. “I just want a little entertainment. I’ve only fantasized about getting you naked ten thousand times. Give a girl a show, please. Take your clothes off nice and slow and sexy.”
And I grin like a crazy, turned-on fool.
Because I am definitely a fool to do this.
But I don’t care.
Nothing has felt this good in years.
Everything else has been empty, but being with Teagan is the opposite.
I give her what she wants, taking my sweet-ass time undoing the button on my pants, sliding down the zipper, pushing the fabric over my hips.
“Oh, yeah,” she says, raising both arms, doing her own appreciative dance. “Take it off. Take it all off.”
I do as she says, enjoying it too, laughing as I strip to nothing.
I’m laughing, and I’m about to fuck.
It’s been ages since I’ve felt this turned on and this happy at the same time.
This woman.
She works some kind of magic on me.
Soon, my clothes are on the floor, and I kick them aside then run a hand over the bulge in my boxer briefs, giving her the performance she craves.
She draws a sharp breath, her eyes glassy, shining with desire. Her lips part, and her hands slide up my abs. “Ransom, please fuck me. Please fuck me now.”
And I am five thousand degrees Fahrenheit.
I shed my briefs, my cock saluting her as she reaches for it and strokes me.
Shudders wrack my body from the intensity of her hands on my dick, stroking, savoring, loving it.
I close my eyes, thrusting once, twice into her hand.
I snap my eyes open, stare at her pink panties, and shake my head. “Need these off. Now.”
I climb over her, push her up on my bed, and strip those panties from her. I nearly die from lust. One red landing strip leads to the promised land.
To the glistening, gorgeous promised land of this beautiful, aroused woman. “Mmm. Need to taste you, sunshine. Need to feel you on my tongue.”
With a tremble, she shuffles farther up the bed, lying back on the pillows and letting her legs fall open.
“Please,” she says, whimpering.
Her begging is beautiful, and I can’t take another second of it.
I settle between her thighs, bury my face in her wetness, and kiss her perfect pink pussy. My eyes roll back into my head at that first intoxicating taste. I groan as I lap her up, my own sounds getting louder and louder in tandem with hers.
She lets go, her hands curling around my head, looping through my hair, as she thrusts against my face.
I lick and suck her sweetness, flicking my tongue across her clit as she arches and rocks. She fucks my face right back, seeking her pleasure.
She’s as free in bed as I imagined.
Free and turned on and relishing her lust. It’s thrilling to devour her as she lets go, gives in, cries out.
She holds nothing back.
She gives me her body with everything she has.
Because soon, she’s curling her fingers tight around my head, wrapping her legs around my shoulders, and fucking my face till she cries out, “Oh, God, I’m coming.”
Her taste floods my tongue, and I lap her up, consuming every delicious drop of her orgasm as my dick throbs, so damn eager for attention. When she’s panting and shaking, I wipe a hand across my mouth and climb over her, reaching for a condom. I open it and roll it on as her eyes flicker open.
She looks buzzed and happy, and it’s so damn sexy.
“You’re good at that,” she murmurs, then lets her gaze drift down to my dick.
“You taste spectacular,” I say, moving between her legs, rubbing the head of my cock against all that slippery wetness.
Gasping, she arches up and whispers, “When I’m home alone, playing with my toys, I can come twice.”
And I nearly come right then and there. From that image. That beautiful, filthy image. That gorgeous vision of Teagan knowing her own body so well she can drive herself over the edge more than once.
I swallow past the desert in my throat, then push into her. “Let’s make it a double tonight, then.”
Her smile is wicked. “Yes, let’s.”
I sink into her, pleasure gripping me every-fucking-where. She gasps, grabbing my ass and wasting no time tugging me all the way into her. She pauses for a second as I fill her, then whispers, “This is so good.”
“So damn good,” I agree, my cock twitching, my body sizzling. “And I want to watch you play with your toys someday.”
“Want you to, Ransom. I want you to watch me sometime,” she whispers.
I suppose it should worry me that we just planned another time.
That as much as we said this would be a one-off one-night, we already know we want more.
But that’s just the sex talking, surely.
It’s just the fantastic, mind-bending sex.
Because fucking Teagan is incredible.
It’s everything I thought it would be and more.
Because she gives.
She’s so free with her body, so at ease with her pleasure, that it unleashes a new wave of desire in me, over me, under me.
I want her more and more with every thrust, every snap of my hips. As I go deeper, she hooks her legs tighter around my back, digs her nails in harder. As I move, she responds, and we moan and groan together.
I don’t know if it’s the rhythm or the position, or if it’s because this is our first time together.
But we’re in sync every second, wanting each other with the same ferocity.
And that flips the switch.
In her, it seems, as she arches her back, her mouth parting.
And in me too, as I follow her to the other side, chasing her second orgasm with my first, a powerful, agonizingly blissful release that blurs the world.
When I collapse next to her, she strokes my hair, and I breathe out hard.
Words seem hard.
Nearly impossible.
But when they come, I say, “Stay the night.”
And she says yes.