Landon

Surprisingly, she didn’t look nervous. She looked excited.

Her tiny black bikini enabled me to see every detail of her response to my admission. Her goose-pimpled flesh, the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took, and the way her nipples pushed against the silky black fabric were telltale signs of her excitement. The way her lips parted, the way her fingers tightened around mine, and the way her breaths became audible were all hard to ignore.

There she was, in my room, a foot from my bed—a fantasy becoming reality, a dream coming true. Everything I had imagined since realizing I wanted her in this way was about to come to fruition.

Did I wait it out, prolong what could be the best sexual experience I’d ever had? And I say that because I had never had sex with someone I liked as much as Zara. So, wanting to stretch this out made absolute sense. A tiny fissure of doubt crackled inside of me. For the briefest of moments I worried that what we were about to do today would be a onetime thing. But as quickly as that thought popped into my mind I pushed it away. I refused to believe this would be a one and only encounter.

I stepped closer, aligning our bodies from head to toe. In spite of her serious expression, there was a calming air about her. Her honey-brown eyes practically glowed in my dimly lit room. I ran my thumb across her full lips that were tinged red from our kissing. When I leaned in, she assumed it would be to kiss her. A tiny gasp escaped when I placed my mouth on the smooth curve of her neck.

Her scent was intoxicating. With my hands on her back, I forced her even closer, eliminating any space between us. One hand felt the thin string of her bikini top, and I slipped my fingers beneath it. My other hand slowly moved lower until I felt the fabric that covered her ass.

While my mouth sucked and licked a path from her chin to her shoulder, I tugged on the string on her back. Once the fabric slackened against her breasts, I straightened and tugged at the string around her neck. She never flinched when the bikini top fell to the ground and exposed her perfect breasts.

I drank in her perfectly pebbled nipples and the goosebumps that covered her chest. I didn’t touch her yet and merely stared, memorizing every detail. Meeting her eye, I lifted her and placed her in the center of the bed, standing above her for a few moments to continue to enjoy looking at her. She allowed me that, waiting patiently as I took her in.

Only when I had my visual fill of her, did I move onto the bed to lie beside her. I bent my head and slowly began nibbling on her lips. At my touch, she leaned closer and pushed into me. I slipped one hand beneath her head, holding it to manipulate her angle. My other hand molded over her breast. I moaned into her mouth at the feel of her breast, the weight of it, as it sat so perfectly in the palm of my hand. During my nibbling and licking of her mouth, I found her nipple and squeezed it between my thumb and index finger.

It was her turn to moan into my mouth. I moved away to trail kisses down the center of her chest and didn’t stop until my lips reached her other nipple. The sound of her expelling tiny puffs of air spurred me on. Her fingers in my hair holding me to her breast might have stopped my lips from continuing on their path, but not my hand.

I slowly skimmed my touch down her torso until I felt the smooth triangular scrap of fabric that covered her pussy. First I stroked her over her bikini bottom, causing her hips to buck at my touch. After a few long moments, I then slipped my hand under the fabric and felt warm, smooth skin. I lifted away from her breast to stare into her eyes.

“Shit, Zara.”

She smiled lazily with hooded eyes, waiting for me to decide what to do next. The inner turmoil didn’t last long when I dragged my fingertip and felt moisture. Her breasts were forgotten, and her shocked gasp echoed in the room when I repositioned myself between her legs at lightning speed.

I held a calf in each hand, pushing to force her knees to bend. Once she was spread, I slid my hands up her legs and simultaneously pulled the side strings of her bikini bottom and pulled the fabric away from her body.

My eyes found hers and held her gaze as I touched her folds with a single fingertip. When I passed over her clit, her eyelids slid shut and a soft moan escaped her parted lips. Then, and only then, did I finally lower my mouth to taste her, lick her, feast on her with abandon.

My cock turned rock hard when she said my name on a long sigh. The sound of it combined with her accent was just as amazing as I’d predicted.

Using my fingers as well, I slid two into her warmth and smiled against her when she came less than a minute later.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered shyly. “I couldn’t hold back any longer.”

“Don’t apologize. I plan to stay down here for a while. Hold on for round two.”