17. Brent
17
Brent
F uck, I’m desperate to be inside her.
When we reach the bed, I switch on the bedside lamp. I turn to face her again, ready to pull her into my arms, but stop short when I find her standing with her arms crossed over her breasts. She looks like she is about to bolt.
“What is this? Shy? Or are you scared?” I ask gently, placing my palms on her jaw and rubbing my thumbs lightly over her cheekbones.
She whispers, “Both. I…I’ve never been completely naked with a guy before. And I, uh, I…obviously have issues. With my size.”
“Your size?” I’m honestly dumbfounded. Then I remember her words at the hotel about being huge. Women have said dumb things to me fishing for compliments, but I realized even then that Joey had serious insecurities. Misguided, but real.
“Your body is fucking perfect,” I tell her with complete honesty.
She shakes her head. “I’m too tall and too…” She lifts her crossed arms slightly without uncovering herself, indicating her breasts.
“You’re not too anything. No one has fit so perfectly against me. And your breasts? Remember my almost eleven-inch hand size?” I hold them up, palms out, fingers spread apart. I wiggle them when she shifts her gaze from the floor to my hands. “You were made for these. Let me show you again. May I?”
She gives the barest of nods, her face hidden again as she stares at our feet. Relieved, I gently pull her arms away from her chest and brush my fingers from her hands to her shoulders, and around her back to undo the clasp of her bra.
I slowly lower the straps. After a reflexive move to hold the material in place, she lets it drop to the floor.
Her breasts are even more perfect than I’d imagined. The shape, the size, the large pinkish-brown tips that I can’t wait to have in my mouth. I can’t understand why she is so self-conscious. I’m already fantasizing about the things I’d like to do with those beauties.
But for now, I let my hands rest on her waist, my fingers dipping just inside the band of her jeans, and wait. I’m rewarded with an impatient twitch of her body when I do nothing more.
“Perfect,” I whisper before bending to place a kiss at the top of each breast. She gasps and lifts her chest in automatic reaction. She wants this, though she’s too nervous or shy to admit it. I cup them, letting my fingers and mouth roam over and around the full curves, showing her how much they please me.
When I think she is ready for more, I take the tip of one breast into my mouth and suckle, my tongue licking and tasting. Joey makes a little sound in her throat and drops her head back in surrender. Her fingers grip my head but don’t pull me away. I move my mouth to her other breast, my thumb continuing to tease the damp, tight nipple.
Her fingers dig into my scalp and tug on my hair in reflex.
I straighten, but keep touching her breasts, playing with the tips. “Ready for more, baby?”
She bites her lip and nods. Leaning down, I continue the nipple play with my mouth so my hands are free to deal with her jeans. I don’t want her to have a chance to think.
Other than her ragged breath, she is silent. Only when I pull the underwear down with the jeans, does she make a sound of protest, one hand covering herself before I can get a glimpse.
I nudge her onto the bed to sit, allowing her to hide herself. I kneel at her feet to slide her clothing down her legs and off. Looking up at her, I remind her, “We can stop anytime, okay?”
At her nod, I kiss one knee and stand and press lightly against her chest until she lies on her back, her legs hanging over the edge of the bed. I step between her knees, forcing her legs to widen so that she is fully open to my gaze.
“No…the covers…” she protests. When her hands move to hide herself, I hold them, caressing my thumbs against her palms, hoping to calm her. Her face flushes and her eyes squeeze shut, her embarrassment clear.
I draw in my breath and hold it as I take her in for the first time, naked from head to toe.
Fuck me, she’s perfect, a goddess, and I can’t decide if I want to keep staring at her or devour her.
Okay, actually, that’s a no-brainer.
I want to lick her all over, suck on her, and just eat her up. I’ve been with beautiful women, lots of them. It was always easy for me, ever since high school. It comes with the territory of being a star athlete. Since going pro, I’ve been with models, actresses, heiresses, and even a few jersey chasers in the early days. But something about Joey sets me on fire like never before.
I put my hands on her long legs and smooth over her silky skin from knee to hip. Soft skin like satin. Goose bumps rise on her body as I continue to stroke her, moving closer to her inner thighs and up toward her breasts each time. The anticipation of my touch on her most sensitive parts is putting her on edge.
After lightly caressing the sides of her breasts with the tips of my fingers, I glide back down over her ribs, her hip bones, her thighs. On the way back up, I spread my fingers so my thumbs softly brush over her pussy. Her hips jerk in surprise, but I continue gliding my hand over her until I cup a breast in each hand.
A perfect fit. I’ve always had to be careful with smaller women, afraid I could squeeze too hard trying to hold a small breast, but I have no such worries with Joey. I hope I’m conveying to her with my touch just how beautiful and desirable she is.
Impatient to touch more of her, I undress in a hurry. She opens her eyes when I stop touching her and watches as I undress, surprising me. Curiosity is getting the best of her, I suppose. Better than her being scared. To keep it that way, I leave my boxers on. If she’s never been naked with a man, she’s probably never seen a naked one up close and personal either. Virginity doesn’t necessarily mean lack of sexual experience, but I doubt she’s ever gotten this far with a man before.
Before she can take a good look at the erection trying to escape my boxers, I lift her legs and swivel her so she’s lengthwise on the bed. I align myself over her so that I’m notched right into the vee of her legs. Her thighs automatically widen to make room for me like she did earlier on the plane. Unlike the last time, only one thin layer separates us. And this time, we’re both going to get what we want.
She looks up at me, eyes wide and filled with a lot of nervousness again and a little bit of desire. I need to flip that around so that she’s filled with so much need and passion that it leaves no room for anything else.
Keeping most of my weight off her body by bracketing her head with my elbows, I lower my chest to hers. My palms cup her head. I bring my mouth to hers, keeping my gaze on hers as our lips meet. When I deepen the kiss, her eyes flutter closed. I shut my own and finally unleash my hunger for her, devouring her mouth, my tongue dueling with hers. My thoughts scatter when she actually sucks on my tongue. She lets go, allowing me to bite her luscious, full bottom lip before I lick it and kiss her again. Normally I kiss just enough before moving on to the main event, but I think I could kiss her like this forever.