Page 100 of Fifty First Times (Sharing You 0.40)
I chuckled as I placed her on her feet by the foot of the bed. Her whiskey-colored eyes were dreamy, unfocused. I skated my hands down her sides, reaching the edge of her dress. “May I?”
She nodded and then said, “Yes.”
Hesitating just for a moment, I then drew the dress up, revealing her body, and hell if it wasn’t like unwrapping the best damn present ever. With the dress off, joining my shirt somewhere on the floor, she stood before in me in lacy black panties and a red bra.
“God,” I said, taking a step back. Her breasts were full, straining against the satiny cups of her red bra. Her body was rocking curves like a country back road. Hips flared out sweetly, her belly concaved, and I already knew how those soft legs felt wrapped around me.
A flush traveled the length of her body as she folded her arms across her stomach. “What?”
“You’re beautiful,” I said, dragging my gaze back up to her wide eyes. “You’re fucking beautiful, Brit.”
Her lips tipped up in a small grin. “You’re already getting laid, Ollie. You don’t need to flatter me. I’m already half naked and ready.”
“I’m not trying to flatter you, but glad to hear this is a done deal.” I laughed when she rolled her eyes. Taking hold of her arms, I moved them to her sides. “You should never hide yourself. Not from me. I could look at you all night.”
She curled her fingers in. “I hope that’s not all you do.”
The throbbing going on in my shorts was also hoping that wasn’t the only thing I was going to do. And it wasn’t.
Catching the delicate straps of her bra with my fingers, I slowly slid them down her arms. She shivered as my fingertips grazed her sides. I reached around, finding the clasp.
Brit sucked her lower lip between her teeth as the bra slipped to the floor. God, she was . . . she was perfect, right down to the rosy tips hardening under my gaze.
She drew in a little breath and her chest rose temptingly. “I . . . I’m surprised.”
It was a damn miracle that I dragged my eyes up. “About what?”
“I thought you’d be more of a wham-bam kind of guy.” Her cheeks flushed bright red when I arched a brow. “I mean, not that it would be bad. I’m sure it would be really great—”
“It will be really fucking awesome.”
“Okay. It will be really fucking awesome, but I’m surprised you’re going slow.”
So was I. It was a change a pace for me. I never took it slow before. “I want to make this last.” And that was the truth. I placed my hands on her shoulders. “There’s not a single part of you I want to miss.”
She opened her mouth, but all that came was breathy moan when I cupped her breasts.
“Is this okay with you?” I asked, kissing her plump lower lip.
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
I chuckled as I trailed a path of tiny kisses down her throat and over the delicate collarbone before tasting the soft skin between her breasts. She drew in a deep breath as the slight stubble on my jaw grazed a swell.
Smoothing my thumbs over the tips, I shook at the sound of her moan. My mouth watered as I lowered my head, drawing one little nub into my mouth. Her answering cry sent pressure powering down my spine. I moved to the other, worshipping her in the way I’d wanted for so long.
I took my time, licking and nipping my way down as I knelt in front of her. The scrape of black lace that remained on her body was probably the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
Closing my eyes, I placed a kiss against the satiny material, right where I wanted to be, to spend my night in.
Brit gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair.
I grinned as I hooked my fingers around the band of her panties. Leaning back, not wanting to miss a damn second of this, I slid them down.
Fuck yeah.
At my first look at her completely bare to me, something fluttered in my stomach. Holy shit, was that the proverbial butterflies? I’d never believed in them, but something felt like it was trying to wing its way out of my stomach.
There was a moment, as I helped her stand out of them, I didn’t know what to do. My fingers trembled as I dropped the panties to the side, my heart became a jackhammer in my chest, trying to drill its way out. I’d never, ever felt this way before.
