But first things first. I straightened and took one of her pant legs in each hand. I tugged, slowly and surely, until her jeans slid down her thighs and past her toes. I tossed the jeans aside and looked down at her, feeling that same kind of crazy love I always felt when we were together like this.
She was my dream girl. When she was here, everything felt different. My house felt different. I felt different. Shit, even my body felt different, wired with anticipation. I could hardly breathe. The things I wanted to do to her – but where to start?
First, those panties? They were nice. But they had to go. I gripped them in my hands and started to tug them downward.
Chloe's eyes were bright, and her lips were parted. Her hips rose and fell, even as she breathed, "No fair. You're still dressed."
Fair? Fair was for pussies.
"Who said anything about fair?" I said, giving her panties a slow tug downward, past her hips, past her knees, past her toes. I was raging hard and wanted to take her right then and there. But I wanted something else too. I wanted her to be good and ready. I wanted her to want me like I wanted her. I wanted her toneedme like I needed her.
I gazed down, devouring the sight of her lying there on my bed in just that white blouse and whatever she was wearing underneath. I ached for her, ached to be inside her, ached to feel her pressed up as close as we could get.
I looked into her eyes, those amazing eyes, and had to tell her, "Baby, you are so beautiful, it hurts to look at you."
Her breath caught. "So are you," she said, motioning me toward the bed. "But you're too far away."
Yeah? Let's see what I could do about that. I grabbed her ankles and pulled her toward me, until her pelvis rested at the edge of the bed. Slowly, I ran a hand up her naked thigh. "Better?" I asked.
She crooked her finger, motioning me closer. I leaned toward her, and she gripped the hem of my shirt. She tugged it upward until I lifted my arms, letting her yank the shirt over my head and toss it onto the floor.
I stood, shirtless, over the bed, looking down on the girl I loved. Her breathing was shallow, and her back was arched. I let my gaze travel slowly down the length of her, from her beautiful face, to her smooth neck, to the curves of her breasts, still hidden by her blouse. My gaze skimmed lower and stopped at her naked hips. They were still rising and falling in time with her breathing – subtle, but sexy as hell.
I recalled my plans from earlier, to lick her until she went as crazy for me as I was for her.
I moved back and knelt at the foot of the bed. I lowered my head and kissed the inside of her thigh, just above the knee. Her breath hitched, and she gave a warm shiver that made me smile against her skin.
Yeah. You'll be doing a lot more than shivering by the time I'm done with you.
I reached up and stroked the outsides of her thighs, loving the feel of her skin and the way she responded, arching her hips as if ready for more.
Oh, you'll get more, alright.
Before the night was over, those smooth thighs of hers would be wrapped around my back while I drove into her just the way she liked it.
But first things first.
With my hands still on the outside of her thighs, I moved my lips higher on the inside, teasing her with my tongue and leaving soft trails of kisses. Her hips were still in motion, maybe faster now, and her breathing was growing more unsteady with every second.
I loved feeling her like this,seeingher like this – naked and ready for all the things I wanted to do to her. And I knew just the thing I wanted to do first. I edged higher and brushed my lips against her opening. I ran a tongue over her center, brushing across her clit and I licked her with a long, steady stroke.
She was panting now, squirming against me, gripping the bed coverings with both fists.
She tasted like heaven, and sounded like an angel, a dirty angel with a knack for sin. My own breathing was getting ragged, but I had to tell her, "I love the way you taste." I moved a finger to her opening. "And feel." I savored the slickness of her growing excitement as I slipped the finger inside her. Her hips surged upward, grinding against my touch, as if she wanted more.
That made two of us. I slipped a second finger inside her and moved my mouth higher. I took her swollen clit into my warm mouth. She gave a soft moan and said my name. I loved the sound of it on her lips. And I loved the sensation of tonguing her and sucking her sensitive spot – lighter and then harder while I moved my fingers in and out.
She was so damn sexy that I was throbbing now. And from the feel of her, so was she, inside and out. Her body shifted, and I lifted my eyes, watching as she propped herself up on her elbows and met my gaze head-on.
Those eyes – they did the same thing to me that they always did. They pulled me in and made me want things that I'd never wanted before – a forever girl, a girl who drove me crazy and made me sane all at the same time. Impossible? Maybe. But here she was.
She was tight and slick around my fingers, and I knew she'd be tighter still around my cock. But I wanted her to be ready. No.Morethan ready.
I shifted my fingers, caressing her, playing her, teasing her. I sucked on her clit and flicked my tongue back and forth, again and again, just the way she liked it. I ran my free hand along her hip, nudging her closer and feeling her movements.
I loved feeling her like this, and I loved the taste of her, all sweetness and warmth against my tongue.
The next time I looked up, her head was thrown back, and her back was arched. Her blouse was half open and riding up on the bottom. With every stroke of my tongue, her chest rose and fell in time with her breathing. With a breathless moan, she sank back onto the bed, with her hips rising higher and faster.
