Page 38 of Riches and Romance

She does it without asking why, and I grab the small hem of her T-shirt and pull it over her head, and she lets her arms fall back to her side.

She’s got on a strapless black lace bra. Her skin is as luminescent as I remember from that night more than a month ago in her flat. I run my palms down her damp shoulders and skim them down her back to find the clasp of her lingerie. I unsnap it, and she brings her arms up to catch it.

“Are we going to be completely naked?”

“Yes. All night.” I tug at the elastic back strap of her bra, and she moves her hands to let it fall away. I loosen her skirt at the waist, and it slides over her hips and down her long legs to land in a pool of lace and tulle at her feet.

I stand then and pull off my jeans, kicking them aside so we’re on equal footing.

Her eyes drop to my waistband where the head of my dick is peeking out.

She’s silent, her gaze riveted and following my hands as I pull my boxers down and kick them aside. I cup my heavy, aching balls and squeeze.

“Oh, my.” She places a hand in the center of her rapidly rising and falling chest, and her tongue darts out. “That is…a lot.”

I grin, pleased as fuck that she looks excited and not scared. “Wait until you feel it inside of you.” I nod at the bed. “Sit down on the edge.”

She backs up until she reaches the bed and perches her sweet ass on the edge. Her wide, curious eyes are everywhere—my chest, my abs, my dick, my thighs.

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m not. I can’t. I’m just…excited,” she admits with a smile that’s growing wider by the second.

I kneel in front of her, and she gasps, her knees press together, and she scoots back. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to take your panties off and feast my eyes on your pussy before I eat it.” I put a hand on each of her thighs and blow out a sharp breath. “Your skin is incredible.” I slide my hands down to her knees, pull them apart, and stare at what I’ve earned.

“You’re going to take them off…like, completely?”

“Completely.” I nod and meet her eyes.

They’re bright with all the right things: curiosity, lust, excitement, trust.

“I’ve never?—”

“Take your time.” I lean away, giving her space to maneuver, and she puts a hand on my shoulders to stop me from going too far.

“Are you sure you want to look?”

“Very.”

“Okay.” She tugs them down to her thighs, and I pull them the rest of the way. Her pussy is thatched with dark hair. I spread her thighs again and marvel that I’m the first man to do so. The knowledge kills my cool. I surge up, press her back on the bed, and cover her body with mine.

Her arms loop around my neck as I claim her mouth in a kiss that’s been building since the first time I laid eyes on her.

I’m lost to the world the instant my tongue breaches her lips and tastes the intoxicating spice of ginger beer and sweetness that’s all her.

I could kiss her all night, and I promise myself that one day, I will. But I’m too aroused to even consider taking more time than absolutely necessary tonight. I pull my mouth from hers and move to her neck.

“Oh, I love that.” She arches her throat and spears her fingers into my hair, keeping them there as my lips discover the delicate symmetry of her collarbones and shoulders. I pay attention to what her hands do, lingering in the places where they grip my head, moving on when she relaxes them.

“Omar, oh God,” she pants when my mouth moves to the small swell of her right breast. I kiss my way to the center of each one, savoring the new flavors and textures on my way to her hard, plump nipples.

“So damn perfect,” I mutter before I pull one into my mouth. Her whole body bows beneath me. The soft hair between her legs tickles my waist. I brace my body on one arm and use the other to part her thighs while I kiss my way down her body until I’m kneeling between them.

Her lithe body undulates, she rocks her hips up, and I get my first peek at paradise. I settle onto my stomach and grip her hips to pull her down to my face. I part her pussy with my fingers and drag them through the moisture that’s already there. “You’re wet.”

“In the only way that matters,” she answers, and I look up.

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