“Good. Definitely good. You sit at a desk. How can you be in such good shape?”
“I work out several days a week,” he said.
“Now I’m going to feel even more self-conscious.”
“No, you aren’t,” he said, pulling her shirt off too. She was thin on top and wearing a white lace bra. She wanted to buy something pretty or flashy and then told herself she was who she was. She should be that person and no one else.
His mouth went to hers, his hands on her waist and moving up her back to find the clasp on her bra in the back, then releasing it and helping her drop it to the floor.
She stood back, working up a bit of courage, his eyes going right toward her nipples that felt tight and hard.
His hands came up, his palms to her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her nipples back and forth. “Yep. You’ve got the touch.”
He chuckled and it made her realize that she’d voiced those words out loud and had no idea.
She didn’t want to stand there and let him do all the work though. Not to mention she wanted to see more of his body.
Her hands went forward to the button on his jeans and released it, her hand sliding in to feel his hardness. The silky smooth length of him.
One of them let out a groan and she wasn’t positive who it was.
He stepped back from her and toed off his sneakers, pulled his socks off and she did the same.
At the same time they were dropping the rest of their clothes and she found that awkward moment she worried about happening when they were standing there naked.
But he yanked her in close to him, his mouth to hers, their bodies touching so closely she didn’t think a piece of paper could fit between them.
He walked her to the bed and nudged her down, him coming down on top of her, bracing himself on his hands.
He reached for her glasses and pulled them off. “Can you see without these?”
“Yes. Especially up close. It’s more a distance thing.”
“Good,” he said. “We are nice and close.”
He moved down her chest before she could stop him, his mouth landing on a nipple, pulling it in and sucking as if he needed nourishment to get him through the night.
Her back arched, her hands grasping the comforter they were lying on.
He moved to the other side and did the same to that nipple.
“Ivan. I’m pretty worked up.”
“Me too,” he said. “I can take care of that for you though as I need some time.”
She didn’t have a chance to ask him what he meant by that before his mouth moved down her body and between her legs.
She spread her legs a little wider for him to settle in, but he slid his hands under her hips so that her legs were lifted up.
She’d never felt this exposed before but didn’t have a chance to worry or think much more about it before his mouth landed on her swollen bud.
“Jesus,” she said.
He was licking her. Stabbing his tongue at her. Sucking and then even using his teeth to graze her. He never left her bud and attacked it in so many different ways she felt her body start to coil up and let go.
The minute she realized she was getting loud, she grabbed a pillow and put it over her mouth. Just a small one on the bed for decor. She didn’t want to smother herself, but she didn’t need her tenants hearing her either. She felt like she could be that loud with how he was making her feel.
He kept going too. Or the orgasm did. She wasn’t sure who was feeding what or why it was going on so long, but her mouth was covered by the blue pillow and she didn’t think he’d hear her if she told him he could stop.
