One finger paused the teasing caress andstarted a gentle tapping motion that had my mind filling with fantasies abouthow good it would feel when he was actually inside me. “Please.”
Another low chuckle made Wilder’s chestmove up and down, unexpectedly pressing me tighter against his finger. The tipbarely breached my entrance, but it was enough to make me moan and clench downon him, trying to get more.
A shiver raced through Wilder, and his hipsthrust his cock up against mine. It shouldn’t have sent me closer to the edge,but it was like little sparks shooting through me. “Yes…Wilder…please…”
“Not yet. I’m going to stretch you out andget you ready for me first.” He was confident and sure of himself as he gentlyfucked me with just the tip of his finger. “This is all you get until you’re slickand I can watch my fingers thrust deep inside you.”
I was going to come with just the baresttouch and the dirty words that came so easily to him.
When his finger slid out of me, I moaned infrustration and actually managed to open my eyes. Wilder was smiling at myreaction when I straightened up enough to see his face. Before I could sayanything, he wrapped his arms around me and started moving us off the couch.
“I should take you upstairs, but that’s toofar away.” In seconds, he had me stretched out on the floor. He was kneelingbetween my splayed legs, watching me intently, and brushing his fingers lightlyover my thighs. The smooth texture seemed to intrigue him and I wasn’t sure ifit was the fact that he’d never met a guy who shaved or if it was just atactile thing that he didn’t even notice. Either way, I loved how it felt andthe way he couldn't keep his hands off me.
“You’re beautiful, Lane.” He moved hishands from my legs and stretched out over me. The floor might not have been themost comfortable place to make love, but the way he pressed against me made mefeel trapped and sent waves of needy submission rolling through me.
Wilder’s cock rubbed against my balls as hespoke, making me fight to listen. He was trying to drive me nuts. “I imaginedhow you would look in lingerie when you first told me what you did. Then when Isaw you on the website, I was struck by how incredible you looked. But nothingcompares to having you here with me.”
I’d fantasized about how it would feel tobe held in his arms and to run my hands over his body, but as I stared up athim, I still couldn’t believe it was happening. Wilder was looking at me like Iwas the most incredible thing he’d ever seen. Emotion I wasn’t ready to namewas clear in his eyes, and I knew he wasn’t just giving me a line of bullshit.He’d never been anything but honest with me, and I wasn’t going to startdoubting him.
Inside and out, he was the beautiful one.Every sexy inch of him and every word made me see how special he was. I’d beendrawn to him since the first time I saw him, but everything that had happenedsince that moment just made me see how lucky I’d been.
How many sexy, tattooed bad boys read kids’books and wanted something serious with a shy guy in panties?
“No, nothing compares to having you herewith me. Watching you, I never imagined how sweet and perfect you would turnout to be. I thought I was wasting time obsessing over a guy who would end uphating me if he knew who I was. You not only understand, but—”
Wilder broke in and gave me a heated kiss.“But I find you beautiful and captivating, and I can’t get enough of you.”
I smiled and stretched up to give him aquick kiss. “If anyone here is captivating, it’s you.”
With his muscles bulging as he balanced hisweight on his forearms, I couldn’t resist running my hands up his sides andaround his back. Heat radiated from him, making me feel like he was soakinginto me. It made me want to rub up against him. I’d been holding back so long,I didn’t want to wait any longer to touch him.
Tattoos wrapped up his arms. Every time hisshirt moved, I could see more peeking out from under the fabric. Caressing overhis clothing wasn’t enough. “Take off your shirt. I want to touch you.”
I would have gladly begged if that had beenwhat he’d wanted. But Wilder’s only focus seemed to be making me happy because hegrinned and nodded. “Anything my sexy stalker wants.”
I had a feeling we’d end up with me beggingin the end, though. “Your sexy stalker wants to touch you.”
Wilder’s smile turned wicked as he sat up,muscles stretching in ways that made my fingers itch to feel them. But justimagining I didn’t have permission yet had my cock straining against my panties.Stripping off the shirt slowly, Wilder made it clear he was having fun drawingit out. I might get what I wanted, but he’d give it to me at his pace.
Just the thought of what else that couldmean had my dick jerking.
Inch by inch, the shirt slowly lifted,baring his broad, sculpted body. Colors and patterns swirled across Wilder’schest. The patterns looked like random designs, but as he stretched out over meagain, I thought I saw glimpses of familiar shapes on his chest.
“Beautiful.” My hands came up to caress hisbody as he balanced on his hands over me.
His skin under the tattoos was smooth, butwhere silky skin made me feel feminine and sexy, on Wilder, it highlighted hismuscles and masculinity. Tracing my fingers over the tattoos that whirledaround his chest, I skimmed over one nipple. Wilder let out a moan that waseven more distracting than the artwork covering him.
Smiling, I moved my other hand higher uphis chest and started teasing his nipples. Circling his buds with my thumbs, Iflicked them both before going back to the slow exploration of his body.“You’re even more incredible than I imagined.”
Wilder gave another low moan as the pads ofmy fingers ghosted over his sensitive nubs again. I loved the way his bodytightened, and they puckered up like they were begging for more. Wilder’s voicewas filled with desire and sent another shiver through me. “Are you going bethe only one who gets to tease and caress tonight? I think I promised I wasgoing to explore every inch of you.”
I wasn’t sure what I wanted more…to touchor to be the one writhing under him while he drove me crazy.
“Both.” I wasn’t going to choose if Ididn’t have to.
“So we’re going to take turns?” His wickedsmile turned almost wolfish. “I like that idea, my beautiful stalker.”
I felt his hard cock press between my legsas he lowered himself over me. The weight of his body settled over me, givingme that perfectly trapped feeling. “It’s my turn, then.”
