Page 13 of Hot Blooded

My hands skate down her body and I drop to my knees in front of her. But I can’t stop standing up again. I need to get my hands on those tits. I keep my eyes on hers as I pull the cups of her bra down, my blood singing when her breasts fall out into my palms.

“So soft and pretty,” I groan, my lips coming down to suck one of her rosy peaks into my mouth. I rake my teeth across it and smirk when she rolls her hips and sighs, sinking her fingers into my hair and tugging hard. My cock jumps, waking up at the sting on my scalp, the smell of her all around me. Sweet and spicy, fruity and lush.

“Tom,” she whines. “Please don’t stop.”

As if I’d ever stop touching her. She’s my fantasy. The one woman I’ve wanted that I thought I couldn’t have.

A trickle of unease runs down my spine. Is that why I want her so bad? I thought I couldn’t have her? Forbidden fruit is the best kind, right?

No. I slide down her full hips, the round curve of her belly leading down to the pussy I’ve been dreaming about all day. Hell, for fucking years!

I tug at the button of her shorts, watching her suck in her breath. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” she sighs.

But she doesn’t take a deep breath. She’s holding it, holding in her stomach.

I grunt and push her shorts down her curvy thighs. “Take a breath, baby. I don’t want you fainting on me. I’ve got too many things I want to do to your luscious body.”

Her eyes widen and she whines. Then she closes her eyes and tips her head back. “I-I need to tell you something, Tom.”

“Now?” My brows lift and I pause, so close to the promised land that it feels like I’m a dog on a chain that’s stretched too tight and is ready to snap.

She nods her head, accidentally hitting it on the door behind her. “It’s important.”

“Fine.” I sit back on my heels. “But I’m not stopping. You can tell me what’s on your mind but I’m gonna keep going.”

I drag the satiny green panties down her legs, moving closer and burying my face in her pussy, smelling the sweet smell of her body, her arousal. Taking that scent deep inside my body and feeling it sink all the way down to my bones.

“I’m a virgin, Tom. I’ve never…done anything like this.” Her hesitant voice brings my head up, a warm, possessive feeling washing over me. Mine. She’s all mine and she’ll never have another man’s hands on any part of this pretty body. She’ll never let another man between these thighs.

“Nobody? Nobody’s ever even touched this pussy? Licked it? Tasted your sweet honey?”

She blushes as red as her hair and shakes her head quickly. “No. Never. I’ve kissed a few men but I just never wanted any of them.”

My hands lock on the back of her thighs and I groan. She’s killing me. I dig my fingers into her soft skin, smelling her all around me.

And then I stand up and lift her into my arms, smiling when she squeals at me.

“What are you doing?” Her green eyes are so wide and innocent but yet dark and full of glinting desire.

“This moment means something. This is the start of our lives together. I’m not gonna fuck you up against the door for our first time.”

I hate like hell that I come to her with the past that I’ve had. With my ex-wife and the string of mistakes after her.

But I can’t change my past, the only thing I can change is our future. My future with her. Our future together.

I let her slip down my body next to the bed, loving the feel of her skin, her curves, brushing along my body.

Her beaded nipples, pushed up by her bra cups entice me. “Lord you’re a goddess, Reva. My goddess.”

I push her back lightly, watching her breasts bounce as she hits the bed, her soft thighs jiggling as her legs fall open and I see that first look at her sweet pussy topped with a thin swathe of golden-red curls glistening with her juices.

“Oh my god,” I breathe out, falling to my knees by the bed and grabbing her foot, tugging her to me. She attempts to pull her knees together and I stop, my eyes on her as she lifts up on her elbows, staring at me, her tongue darting out to lick her lips nervously.

“Do you want me to stop, Reva?” I don’t move, don’t dare breathe. My whole body is throbbing with need for her but I will not do a damn thing that she doesn’t want me to do.

“No, I want you to touch me like I’ve dreamt of for so long. I guess I’m just nervous that it won’t be good. That I won’t be good for you.”