Even though I was already close to exploding just from kissing her and from the feel of her hands on my chest, I somehow found the strength to hold back and let her control this. At least for now, the beginning, where she still might still back off. I knew her well enough now to know that she needed to ease in. And that was fine. I wasn't in a hurry. I'd been wanting this for way too long.

I reached up, sliding my hands up under her shirt as she leaned down to kiss my lips, my jaw, my neck. Her hair fell in a curtain around our faces, shielding us from the outside world so that her face above mine was the only thing that mattered. She pulled back, tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled a little, biting her lip in this shy, vulnerable way that I'd never seen on Reese Bailey before, but had every intention of seeing every day from now on. "You good?" she asked me.

"I'm so fucking good I can't stand it," I promised her.

"You want this as bad as I do?" she asked with a wider grin, echoing the words I'd said the first night we'd tried to be together.

"Never wanted anything more in my life, darling." I reached up, sliding my hands higher under her shirt and she obliged me by lifting it over her head. "Fuck, you've got the smoothest skin I've ever felt." I palmed my hands over her small, perfect breasts, and her eyelids fluttered a little as my thumb caught the peak of her nipple through the fabric of her bra. "I've been imagining what these pretty tits look like since the day you crashed into me," I told her truthfully.

Her lips curled into a mischievous grin. "I've been imagining things too," she said, sliding her hand under the waistband of my trousers.

"Uh uh, cheeky girl." I caught her arm before she could close her fist around my diamond hard cock. I sat up a little, catching her around the waist with one arm and pulling her close to me. Her mouth was hot and sweet, and she tasted like all the things I'd ever wanted but didn't think I could have. The way she grabbed me, pulling her body against mine like she needed me had me crazy in an instant. I reached up, tangling my fingers in her hair to make her gasp a little so that she'd open those lips wider. I wanted to explore that hot, sweet mouth forever, find out all the different noises I could have her making just by nipping at her lips and catching them in my teeth. The more I kissed her, the more she arched against me, rocking in a more and more frantic rhythm. I could feel the heat of her through the jeans I hadn't dared take off of her last night.

But I was going to dare now. She was ready.

I was more than ready.

She breathed in sharply as I kissed the space between her breasts and then up the curve of her left one to feel her heart beating rapidly under my lips. "Niall," she groaned, reaching for my cock again.

And I caught her hand again. "Are you in a hurry, darling? Because I'm not."

"I want - "

I got the feeling that Reese had never been with a guy willing to take his time before. "I know, darling. You want. Right now you want. But I want to make you need."

Her eyelids fluttered in confusion. "You're not going to fuck me?" She arched her hips against my length. For a second I gave in to it, how warm she was, how good that felt.

"We'll get to that in a minute," I promised her. "But I have some things I need to do first."

"What things - ah!" she gasped as I rolled us to the side. I pressed myself up on my hands and looked down at her.

"Lots of things," I murmured as I bent to kiss that racing pulse on her throat. "Very important, step by step things."

"Tell me," Reese begged, turning her head to expose her neck to me. "Tell me what you are going to do."

My brain registered a moment of delighted shock. Reese was a dirty talker. That made more sense than it should. "First," I said. "I'm going to take a nice long look at these mystery tits of yours."

She watched me with half-closed eyes as I slid my hands behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra. "You seem to know your way around a bra clasp," she said with an arch of her eyebrows.

"Deft fingers," I told her, wiggling them in front of her face to make her laugh. "Yeah, I'm very good at fingering."

"You are?" Her breath caught just a little.

"Yes, darling. But that's further down the list a little. We're still on step one." I gently tugged the straps down her shoulders. "Ah, fuck me," I groaned.

"What, what's the matter?"

I gazed down at her, taking a long look at her lying below me with those small, perfect breasts of hers finally exposed. "I must not have much of an imagination because your breasts are even more beautiful than I pictured."

She smiled shyly and then gasped as I bent to curve my tongue around that pretty pink nipple. I was rewarded with feeling it instantly tighten against my lips. "You like that, darling?"

"Fuck," was all she said, but she was arching her back to me, needing more. I cupped my hand over one while I licked and sucked the other, nibbling a line of gentle kisses along the tops, and every time I kissed her Reese arched and writhed. If she'd never been with a man willing to take his time, well I'd never been with a girl willing to show me that she liked what I was doing. The feeling of power was intoxicating as she responded to every touch, every lick with a moan or a sigh that soon ran together in my ears. "Reese," I said, hissing out her name, and then I moved my kisses lower. She arched again as I took my time, kissing a line down her flat stomach and resting my lips just above her waistband for a moment.

"Step two," I told her, murmuring against her skin. "Let me know when it feels good." I let my hand roam up her thigh until it was cupped in her center. I waited for a moment here. Last time she had freaked out about me kissing her down there, freaked out so bad she'd knocked a picture off of the wall. I wasn't going to do anything she didn't want me to. I cared for her too much.

I loved her too much.

Oh

She arched her hips into my palm. I nodded, feeling the blood rush down to my groin, somehow getting even harder for her. "That's good, darling," I told her as I began to move my hand on the outside of her jeans. "I'm just going to rub this pretty pussy a while. You're so hot down here Reese." She groaned as I told her how beautiful she was, how much I was looking forward to fucking this heat. I could feel the hard bud of her clit under my palm and I rubbed it in tight circles, faster and faster. With my other hand I stretched up to stroke and pinch her nipple and she suddenly stiffened. "Ah fuck, you're coming," I gasped, and the sight of it was something that I swore would get etched into my DNA. Reese with her arms flung out wide, her fingers scraping against the sheets, clinging as she clenched her thighs together and pushed up and away from me. But I held her down, keeping that pressure and friction right in the place she needed it. She cried out finally, a hoarse, strangled sigh that sounded like she was giving in. And my own sigh in return sounded a lot like the end of just friends and the beginning of I love you.

I pressed my lips together. My heart was racing and the way the heat was coiling in my groin I knew I was close to coming myself. "Now," I whispered as she panted her way back down from oblivion. "On to step three."