"Because," he said, inching his hand a fraction higher, "I want to keep you guessing."
Before I could even think to protest, I was rewarded with the feel of his fingers grazing my nipple. I gave a muffled moan and lifted my torso higher, desperate again for more of his touch.
His voice was quiet in the moonlit room. "See?"
"See what?"
"You." His fingers toyed with the nipple until it hardened so tight that it nearly ached. "So sweet."
In a breathless whisper, I admitted, "I don't feel sweet. Or even nice."
"Yeah?" He lowered his head and, through the thin fabric of my bra, traced the other nipple with the tip of his tongue. "Howdoyou feel?" He moved the fabric aside and took the nipple into his warm mouth. And then, he sucked lightly. I gave a soft moan of pleasure and let my eyelids flutter shut.
I knew exactly how I felt – hungry and desperate for more. But I didn't know how to say it in a way that wouldn’t sound ridiculous, so I settled on the next closest thing. "Happy."
His tongue was playing across my nipple now, teasing and tantalizing until I felt nearly crazy with desire. I could hardly breathe, and I could hardly think.
But I did know that it wasn't a lie. Iwashappy, happier than I'd been in a very long time.
I was even happier a moment later, when he moved lower on the bed, reached for my shorts, and gave them a soft tug downward. Soon, he was sliding them down my thighs, past my knees, and over my ankles. Silently, he tossed them onto the floor beside the bed, leaving me in just my panties and the jumbled fabric of my bra and T-shirt.
I couldn’t even remember what panties I was wearing. But Ididknow they weren't anything fancy – just a basic cotton bikini in blue or maybe pastel pink. Hoping to see, I lifted my head for a quick glimpse. In the near-darkness, I couldn’t distinguish the color. But Icouldsee Joel's face.
He looked anything but disappointed. I felt myself smile as I wondered whathewas wearing under those jeans of his. I said, "Now you."
He moved higher until we were almost within kissing distance. "Now me what?"
"Well,mypants are off…" Again, I lifted a hand toward his button. But already, he'd moved out of reach. I almost laughed. "You're such a tease."
He smiled. "I know."
And then, almost before I knew it, he was tugging down my panties and tossing them somewhere onto the floor. I felt his fingers, warm and smooth, stroke the inside of my thigh.
Breathless with anticipation, I savored the feel of his touch, gentle but persistent, as his fingers inched slowly higher, stroking and teasing near the intersection of my thighs. My hips rose in a silent plea for his touch to move higher, to zero in on that spot where I ached.
And when he did, I sucked in a breath of pure bliss. Dimly, I was aware that I was practically naked, and he wasn't. Not even close.
Iwantedto see him naked. I wanted tofeelhim naked. I wanted tobewith him naked.
But as his fingers moved, coaxing and teasing sensations out of me that I hadn't realized were possible, I didn't have the will to lodge any further complaint. So I let myself get lost in the sensations – the stroking, the teasing, and finally, the feel of one long finger sliding into me.
His voice drifted up to me. "You're so sweet."
No. I wasn't sweet. Not now. I was wet and ready, and desperate to have him inside me. But I couldn’t say it, because my stomach was clenching, and my hips were convulsing as I rose up, meeting the magic of his touch.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I considered lunging for that button of his, popping it loose and ripping down first his zipper, and then his jeans – making him as naked and wanton as I felt right now.
But soon, I didn't have to, because he was already doing it. In a haze of bliss and lust, I watched, breathlessly, as he stood and tugged down his jeans, along with his briefs, and then tossed them onto the floor.
He was massively hard, and I couldn’t wait to have him inside me, even as the remnants of all those wonderful convulsions did funny things to my insides.
Gaining some semblance of control, I reached out and tugged at the hem of his T-shirt. I wanted to claw it from his body and leave it scattered in shreds on the bedroom floor. And then, I saw something in his hand, a little foil package that he must've retrieved from his pocket.
Knowing what it was, I sat up and snatched it out of his hand. "Let me."
He didn't argue, and I sat up straighter. Trying to be careful, I tore at the little package and pulled the condom from inside, leaving the foil container to fall wherever. Wanting to feel him first without anything between us, I reached out with my free hand and gave his hardness a long, smooth stroke.
I heard a muffled moan and looked up to see his eyelids drift shut and a soft smile curve his lips. I stroked him again, and gripped his shaft, and felt his hardness surge in my eager touch.
