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“Wait.”
“What now?”
I reached for the lamp and switched it on. “I need to see you, and I want you to see me. Now, take off your bra.” I motioned for her to step closer and spread my legs. “Right here.”
“Right there?” She pointed to the floor, but didn’t move more than an inch. “Is this where you want me?”
“Closer.” When the bra came off, I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to me, but I couldn’t decide where to start. I wanted everything all at once. I latched my mouth onto one nipple while kneading her other breast. Then switched. When she started to writhe, I was sure I’d died and gone to heaven.
She yelped when I picked her up and she landed in the middle of the bed. I climbed on top of her, using one hand to prop myself up enough not to crush her, then starting at the curve of her neck and shoulder, I kissed my way down her body.
“Faster,” she begged.
“Not a chance. Pleasure like this is meant to be savored.”
“Savor later.”
“Don’t rush me.”
She writhed more, trying to get her pussy as close as she could to where my cock was straining against my boxer briefs. “Why not?”
“Look at me,” I said when she closed her eyes.
I could get lost in their blue-green depths, but, like she’d said, there’d be time for that later. We had all night, and right now, I didn’t care if I ever ate again.
“What?” she whispered.
“I want you to remember this. Every second of it.”
“I will. Will you?”
“If I live to be a hundred, I will never, ever forget the first time our naked bodies touched.”
“We aren’t naked yet.”
“We will be soon enough.” I shifted farther down her body, removing her panties as I went. Then I stood and removed my briefs. She gasped when my cock sprang out, and as if by instinct, she spread her legs wider.
I positioned myself between them, then lowered my head and used my tongue to spread her folds, gliding up and down, drinking her in as she undulated beneath me.
“Kingston, please,” she begged, lifting her hips as much as she could.
I slid one finger inside, then another. “Is that what you want?”
“More,” she pleaded.
“Patience, my love.”
“I’m not your love. If I was, you wouldn’t make me wait.”
While she was teasing, I wasn’t. I shifted my body, ran my cock through her wetness, then entered her. I waited as her tightness softened enough for me to go deeper, then waited again. All the while, my finger circled her nub, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. When she cried out and her pussy clenched, I pushed the rest of the way, stroking in and out as sherode her climax. Her hands clung to my forearms, her nails dug into my flesh, but her gaze never left mine.
When her body softened again and the pulse I could see throbbing in her neck slowed, I picked up my pace, easing almost all the way out, then thrusting hard back in.
“Remember every second, Charity. Promise me that.”
“Every second,” she whispered. “I promise.”
I tried to slow down, but couldn’t. I was too close. She met each thrust, allowing me deeper until I felt the heat creep up my neck. It was all I could do to keep my eyes on hers as I roared my release, bringing her right along with me.
