Page 18 of Before You Can Blink
“When one of us decides it’s time to move on, there’s no hard feelings.” I nodded my agreement, so she added, “And while you’re sleeping with me, you’re not sleeping with anyone else.”
I reared back. “You think that little of me?”
She offered me a sad smile. “I’ve been here long enough to know that the idea of premarital sex is frowned upon, especially for women. But my upbringing was different, and I’ve been with a few guys, some of whom thought it was fine to be screwing around behind my back.” Her nose wrinkled as she thought about the men from her past. “I know in my heart you’re one of the good ones, Jett, but I have to protect myself—both emotionally and physically.”
Closing the distance between us, I tipped her chin up. “You have my word. I haven’t so much as looked at another woman since the night I met you. I have zero interest in being with anyone but you until you decide you’re sick of me, or you beat it out of this dusty old town, whichever comes first.”
Light laughter spilled into the night air. “Okay, then.” Pulling away, she jerked her chin toward the stairs set behind her. “You coming in?”
“Yeah.” I could feel the grin tugging at the corner of my lips.
This night had taken a turn I wasn’t expecting, but I wasn’t mad about it.
My imagination hadn’t done this woman justice. Her lush curves were even more breathtaking now that I could gaze upon every bare inch.
Full tits hung heavy from her chest, the pebbled, half-dollar-sized nipples a stunning shade of light brown, like a latte.
That soft middle had a horizontal crease that bisected her navel, showcasing where it folded in on itself when she sat.
Wide hips flared out from her waist, giving her the perfect hourglass figure that made my mouth water.
Thick thighs without an inch of space between them were lightly dimpled, a thatch of chestnut curls resting at the apex.
She was perfect, and she was giving herself over to me—to taste, to pleasure, to fuck.
Heart racing and palms sweating, I moved toward her. My lips twitched when her gaze fell to my erection bobbing with each step, and her swallow became audible.
Bringing my hand to my stiff cock, I gave it a firm pump. “Nothing to be scared of, darlin’.”
Daisy nodded woodenly. “Uh-huh.” She didn’t sound too convinced.
“Here, you can see for yourself.” I gripped her hand, gently guiding it to take over for my own, showing her how I liked to be touched. My head tipped back on a groan when her grip grew firm. “Feels so good, Daze.” Without conscious thought, my hips thrust into her hand, seeking more friction.
“I, uh . . .” Her voice took on a raspy quality that had my cock leaking. “I’ve never been with someone this big before.”
A husky chuckle rolled up my throat. “Look at you, stroking my ego while you stroke my cock. You’re every man’s dream, honey.”
“I don’t know about that,” she muttered under her breath.
Something inside of me snapped at hearing the low opinion she held of herself, which had been seeded by those who had come before me. “You’re right.” Her wide eyes darted up to meet mine. “I can’t speak for any of the other men, only myself, so believe me when I say this: Daisy, you are incredible, beautiful, and so sexy tugging on my cock that I’m about to embarrass myself and make a mess all over your hand before I get the chance to bury myself deep inside you and make you scream.”
Teeth chewing on her lower lip, she gave me a tentative nod before whispering, “Okay.”
Gently prying her fingers from my shaft, I walked us backward until her knees met the edge of the mattress. With a hand to her shoulder, I silently urged her to sit. Then I dropped to the hardwood floor at her feet.
Her brow furrowed, confusion filling her sapphire stare. “What are you doing?”
“Lie back, and I’ll show you.”
Daisy obeyed without another word, and I took a moment to appreciate the feast laid before me. In this position, her legs had fallen open, and her slick, pink pussy taunted me with promises of ecstasy.
“Stunning.” The word fell reverently from my lips as I dragged a single fingertip through her slit.
A stuttered exhale sounded from above that transitioned to a moan when I brought the digit to her entrance and pressed inside. Daisy’s hips lifted off the bed, back arching.
Her arousal coated my hand, allowing me to add a second finger.
“Jett,” she whimpered, clenching the sheets tightly with her fists.
