Chapter Fifteen – Crew #3
My hand that gently touches her waist slinks up under the cotton of her shirt. The tips of my fingers glide along the soft skin of her waist, and her breath shudders with each gentle stroke.
“I love the feel of your skin,” I moan as my hand reaches the underside of her bra. Bailey’s breath hitches as I unhook the latches along her back, releasing the breasts I’ve been dying to get my hands on.
Her back arches as my lips find their way to the soft skin of her neck.
“Crew,” she groans, her thighs rubbing against each other as she squirms against my touch. My fingers slip under the lace of her bra and gently caress her nipples. The sensation of her sensitive peaks hardening under my touch has my cock jerking within the confines of my jeans.
“Bailey.”
“Hmm…” she replies as I press my lips to the corner of her mouth.
“Let me make you feel good. No rules. Just you and me. Will you let me?” I ask, my eyes snagging on the thick blankets she keeps folded in the corner of the lantern room.
“Yes,” Bailey says with zero hesitation.
In a move I’ll have to mentally play back later, I reach out and snag the end of one of the blankets and flick it on the hard, cold floor behind Bailey. She scooches back on instinct until she’s seated in the same spot we met for tea all those days ago.
Sitting back on my heels, I let my eyes travel over her body, and I can’t help but think about how long I’ve waited to have her like this.
“Take off your shirt,” I demand, my voice gravelly to my own ears.
Bailey’s eyebrows lift, and her chest stops moving.
But it takes only a second for her cheeks to redden before she tucks her chin toward her chest and slowly lifts the thin material over her head.
The straps of her bra follow suit without me even having to ask.
God, she’s gorgeous. Her nipples are a dusty pink against the paleness of her skin. I can still make out the subtle tan line from her bathing suits worn over the summer.
An animalistic jealousy gushes over me, thinking about other men taking in what’s mine.
“Pants,” I bark out as I fist the denim on my knees in an attempt to keep myself from reaching out.
Bailey dutifully follows and tosses her clothes on the remaining stack of blankets before lying back on her elbows, wearing only a pair of sensible cotton panties in the lightest shade of blue.
“Fuck, Bailey. You’re beautiful.”
She arches her brow as a slight breeze makes its way through the lantern room from the old windows. Her nipples stand at attention, begging me forward.
“Show me?” she asks, sitting forward. Bailey’s hands go to her hips, and I immediately tell her to stop.
“Let me do that. You just lie back.”
On all fours, I crawl my way over her body until our faces are aligned. I take in the slight quiver in her lips and the shimmer in her eyes. It’s a look I know all too well. She’s nervous and excited, the same look she got when she opened her bookstore.
I brush my lips across her jaw, moving from one side to the other as her fingers find their way under my shirt and trail across my hips.
Our lips meet, and my tongue begs her mouth for entrance. Her taste is something I’m starting to crave, and I fear it will never be enough.
Bailey’s fingers inch toward the button of my pants, but I tear my mouth away from hers, halting her movements.
“No, sweetheart. Tonight is about you.”
She looks up at me with glassy eyes, and I wish I had a way to capture her like this. “But what about you?” she asks, her fingers trailing along the dusting of hair on the center of my abdomen.
“Just let me make you feel good. You’ll get your chance.” With a smirk, I press a quick peck on her lips and make my way down to her chest, ignoring her rolling eyes and focusing on her swift intake of breath as my lips latch around one of her nipples.
As a soft moan escapes her lips, I quickly switch to her other nipple, making sure to give it the same amount of attention.
Beneath me, Bailey squirms, and I adjust my weight onto my good arm and use my other to hold her hip still.
Sparing a glance up at her face, I find Bailey watching me intently, her teeth snaring her plump bottom lip. Locking eyes with her, I reach down and slide my hand across the waistband of her panties before slipping it inside.
Immediately, my fingers are engulfed in her body’s heat, and I’ve gotten nowhere close to her center.
“Am I going to find you wet, Bailey? Are you going to drench my fingers?” I ask, cinching closer and closer to the spot she yearns for.
“Crew.” My name is a plea on her lips, and I find my resolve splintering away like leaves in a storm.
My fingers slip farther across her mound until I reach her sensitive folds, my thumb brushing against her clit. Bailey’s entire body jerks at the contact.
“Fuck,” I growl as I slip a finger inside her tight cunt, relishing in the obscene amount of heat. Pulling my hand free, I quickly steal a taste from my fingertips, my eyes nearly rolling back in my head at the flavor.
Gripping the edge of her panties, I rip them from Bailey’s body, tossing them haphazardly across the room. I use my shoulder to spread her knees apart and lie in front of the most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen.
“Jesus, I can’t wait to feast on you.”
Bailey tries to cover up her sex, but I smack her hand away. “Don’t.”
“No one’s ever,” she whispers, and I feel both elation and anger. Joy at the fact that I’ll be the first to have my tongue between her legs. Irritation at the fact that some dimwit didn’t take the time to pleasure her.
“Well, it’s my honor to be the first. I plan on being here a while. You just sit back and relax.”
I focus on her pussy, using my tongue to lick slow, steady strokes as my thumb rubs circles around her clit. With the way her moans grow, I can tell she’s already close.
I keep up the slow pace for a few minutes, then move my mouth toward her sensitive nub, using my lips and tongue to increase the pleasure. My fingers slip inside her channel, hooking at just the right spot, causing Bailey’s legs to close around my head.
She could suffocate me at this moment, and I would die the happiest man.
Unfortunately, the distraction does little to halt the fact that I’m about to come in my boxers—something I haven’t done since I was in middle school, making out with Becky St. Claire behind the bleachers at a high school football game.
“Crew!” Bailey cries out, her hands fisting in my long hair as her walls tighten around my fingers.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me. Let me see you fall apart, baby.”
“Oh my…” she moans as her back arches.
I slow my movements, crawling over her body to wrap her in my arms as she comes down from her high. It takes her a few minutes, but she turns to look at me as I brush my fingers through her hair, her body sated, her eyes dazed, a small grin growing.
“That was…”
“Perfect,” I tell her, pressing my lips against hers. Thankfully, she doesn’t pull away as she tastes herself on my lips.
Bailey’s legs intertwine with mine, and I know she can feel the hardness pressed against her hip.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to take care of that?”
“Maybe next time. Right now, I just want to lie with you in the moonlight.”
Bailey cuddles closer, and as a shiver passes over her, I grab another blanket and drape it across our bodies. I won’t let her stay up here long, but right now, the moment is too perfect to move.
“This is nice,” she mumbles, her voice heavy with sleep.
This is exactly how it should be.
Words I say to myself, and one day, I’ll bring myself to say them to her, too. For now, lying with her like this is more than I ever thought I deserved.