Page 53 of Riding the Pine

“You don’t have hairy toes.” It almost sounds like he’s talking more to himself than me, but I feel compelled to answer anyway.

“I mean, I probably do sometimes. I can’t say it’s something I regularly check for. Also, I had laser hair removal, so I don’t have hairy much of anything.” It’s not a sexy conversation, but theway he smiles up at me tells me he’s glad it isn’t. “And probably only my big toe if anything.” Can’t say I’ve ever thought about hair on the tops of my toes, but clearly, it’s something Scott feels strongly enough about to mention when he’s getting me ass naked.

“That’s why you’re so soft.” He nuzzles against the top of my inner thigh. It takes everything I fucking have not to shunt his head into my crotch, but he’s clearly enjoying himself, even if the teasing, the painfully slow exploration might kill me.

He runs his fingers along the seam of the triangle of lace covering me. “Fuck.”

I’ve never heard someone cram so much pain into a single word. Nor have I ever heard the word ‘fuck’ have quite so many syllables.

He pushes to stand and takes a step back. “I need to just… I… fuck, Athena you’re so goddamn beautiful.”

The way he looks at me fills me with confidence, desire, and power, so I slowly turn in a full circle, enjoying the way his pained moan returns with gusto when he sees the red string between my ass cheeks.

When I turn back to face him, he’s chewing on the side of his fist and shaking his head. “You should be illegal,” he grits out.

I was going to let him take my underwear off while we were lying down together on the bed, but the raw, animalistic need in his eyes as he sits there makes me want to hold onto the power for just a little longer before he breaks his restraint-leash. How far can I push this man before he snaps?

Snaking my hands behind my back, I find the catch on my bra. His breathing is shaky, his chest rising and falling in quick, sharp movements, his eyes beyond hungry, he’s famished.

I unclasp the hooks, and one of my straps slips off my shoulder. His nostrils flare.

I slowly peel the bra from my body, with every bit of the frustrating patience he just displayed while undressing my outer layer. His body is coiled like a snake ready to strike, our eye contact is on point until I hold the lacy garment out to the side of my body, and his eyes follow it like he’s not ready to stare at my naked titties.

Only when I drop it do his eyes follow back up the length of my arm before settling on my chest. If eyeballs could bug out of a human being’s face like they do in old cartoons that would happen in this moment.

A giggle tumbles from me.

He shakes his head. “Perfect.”

I don’t want to be with someone who wants perfection. I want someone who loves me for all my flaws, and if I thought for one second that our relationship was solely physical, that Scott wouldn’t love me if I was two hundred years old, saggy in all the wrong places, with no teeth, I’d shut this shit down right now.

But he’s seen me cry, he’s heard me fart, and he’s tasted my catastrophic baking fails and didn’t even pretend they were the tastiest thing he’d ever tried in his whole life.

And as I slide my thong down the length of my legs to the end of my foot and kick it at him, then do another turn, he’s now seen every single inch of my body, and his dick is still pointing north. Aggressively so.

I have no idea how we’re supposed to stay this side of sliding into home, but I swear to all that’s holy if I don’t come soon, I’m going to literally explode.

They’ll find tiny pieces of me all over this room, and my clit will still be in one piece, throbbing like crazy.

As I prowl the few steps toward him, he overtly ogles my body, licking his lips.

When I reach his knees, he loops his hands around my ass and pulls me onto his lap, sliding his palms up to my shoulder blades and pressing me to him.

Our lips meet again, this time it’s more fevered, and with his thick cock pressing against my pussy I can’t help but grind against him.

“Athena.” The anguish in his voice is back. “I’m too…” He hisses as I don’t stop rolling my hips and sliding along the length of his dick, enjoying the moist fabric, a reminder that he’s already uncomfortably hard and leaking. Because of me.

“No. Nonononononono. Agh.” He grunts, and his head lolls against my shoulder on a low moan.

Did he just? Oh my god. I think he did. His dick’s softening under my pussy. Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Scott?”

He looks up at me, his cheeks darkening with a deep blush.

I offer him a sympathetic look; despite the fact I want to giggle. “Did you just?—”

He groans again as he nods. “Yeah. I did just. You can laugh, I knew it was going to happen. I just blew my load in my boxers.”

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