“Undress,” she instructs, but I shake my head.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do tonight,mon paradis.I’m in charge and you’re going to let me take off your dress so I can finally get a look at that perfect body of yours,” I say, and Nevaeh rolls her neck for a second, pressing her legs together at my command.
I pull her upright again, spinning her around until her back faces me. My fingers glide over her arms, slowly, teasingly making their way toward the back of her dress. They slip across her collarbone, over her shoulders, before dropping to her zipper and carefully pulling it down. My lips move to her neck, kissing her lovingly and gently for a moment while I work on removing her dress. I want her to be comfortable, to know how much she means to me while I take away this barrier and we step into a more intimate and vulnerable zone.
I kiss her neck again, but as soon as the dress hits the floor, she spins around to kiss my mouth, giggling from happiness as I guide her back toward the bed. Nevaeh drops down on it, still smiling as she shows off her curves, which are only covered by a set of black lingerie. A simple bra and panty combination I’ve seen on hundreds of women, but none of them have ever made me feel quite so out of control.
I shrug off my tux jacket and undo the last couple of buttons on my shirt, letting both fall to the ground. My pants follow while she watches me, her eyes glued to my body. Once I’m only in my boxers, Nevaeh reaches behind her to undo the clasp of her bra, letting it fall down to the floor.
Her breasts bounce free of the containment, her nipples pebbled and demanding my attention. I want to give them my mouth, my hands, anything, but I’m so mesmerized, all I can do is stare at Nevaeh.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so perfect.
“Fucking hell,” I mumble, sucking in a sharp breath.
“Everything you dreamed they would be?” she teases, always playing on my weakness. I nestle myself between her legs, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look straight into my eyes as I answer.
“None of my dreams compare to your body, to you,” I say, lowering my head to kiss down her collarbone, all the way to her left breast. I suck her hard nipple into my mouth, tugging until she’s moaning.
“Adrian.”
My name has never sounded so sweet.
My lips trail kisses in a horizontal line across her chest until they wrap around her right nipple to show it the same level of attention. My fingers curl around her panties, but I look up at her for permission before dragging them down.
“Please,” she begs, anticipation making her breathing shallow and heavy. “I need you inside of me.” I slide down her panties, kissing her as I do because I can’t help myself. I’ve never kissed anyone this much, and I never want to stop either.
Kissing Nevaeh is like taking your first breath after being underwater for too long. Fucking ironic considering I can’t breathe when I’m around her because I’m so scared of allowing myself to feel, of her breaking my heart and leaving me, that I forget I need oxygen to survive.
Before I spiral into my panic, Nevaeh places a hand on my cheek, caressing the skin there.
“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere,” she promises, almost as if she can sense my fear, so I kiss her even harder to let her reassure me with more than just words.
Her hand reaches for my cock again, stroking me over my boxers. My knees buckle from pleasure, and I thrust my hips forward, my dick toward her hand, for more contact. Her tongue plays with mine, and, although I said I’d be the one in charge, she’s the one holding all of the control.
Stepping back to catch my breath, I let my eyes trail down her naked body, stopping at the V between her legs. Her pussy is dripping wet and pink, her clit swollen again and needy for attention. I lick my lips, desperate for a taste, but Nevaeh’s words echo in my head, and my cock gives an agreeing throb.
“Such a pretty pussy,” I mumble, leaning down to kiss her neck and slip my boxers off at the same time. “Lie back,” I instruct a second later, but her eyes linger on my cock, panic written all over her face. “Don’t worry,mon ange, we’ll go slow. It’ll fit,” I assure her, and she lets out a nervous laugh.
“How do you hide that thing when you’re in your racing suit?” she blurts out with another nervous laugh, and I chuckle in response, watching her cheeks heat yet again.
“When I’m not around you, it’s a lot easier,” I explain and grab a condom, spreading her legs wider so I can move between them.
Nevaeh reaches out to stroke me, smirking as she watches me tremble from the pleasure. I wait for her to finish exploring me, wanting to give her the same time I took before putting on the condom and slipping inside her beautiful pussy.
She releases me and watches with fascination as I roll the condom down my hard length, concentrating on making sure it’s on right. I suck in a sharp breath once it’s all the way down my cock, and Nevaeh trails her hands up the sides of my thighs, then over my ass where she squeezes to bring me closer. I tumble forward with a laugh, taking her with me and claiming her mouth again as we fall backward. She giggles against my lips, but when I rub my dick over her pussy, over her clit, letting her coat me in her desire, the sound quickly turns into a moan.
“You’re perfect, Nevaeh,” I say, slowly pushing inside of her. “Every inch of you.”
She sucks in a breath, tensing around me.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask and attempt to slide back out, but her hands move to my ass cheeks to stop me.
“No, don’t stop, please. I’m in my head,” she says, running a hand down my face. “I wanna feel good for you,” Nevaeh admits in a whisper, averting her gaze. I grab her chin between my fingers, tilting her head my way again.
“Feel me, baby,” I say, grabbing my cock and gliding it over her pussy. “Feel how hard you make me, how my cock aches to be inside of you. Your touch, your body,youfeel like heaven to me, Nevaeh,” I add and drop my hand from her chin to her breasts to rub my thumb over her nipple. “I’ll make you feel so good, I’ll slip right in.” My promise is followed by a shudder and a small moan when I pinch her nipple between my fingers.
I touch her all over, kneading her breasts, rubbing her clit in slow, tight circles until she’s whimpering. I glide the head of my cock over her again before pressing into her.
