His hands began fumbling at the hem of my shirt, and I raised my arms to allow him to lift it above my head. I stood before him topless, since I’d taken off my bra for the night.
I straightened my shoulders, pushing out my br**sts for his inspection.
It was obvious how much he enjoyed my tits. His hands and mouth began to stroke them, caress, kiss and nibble almost as if he was on autopilot, drawn in by some powerful homing device guiding him to his objective.
I loved how thoroughly he worshipped my body. He feasted on my flesh until I was flushed and warm. I tugged gently on his hair to pull him back up to kiss me. His tongue savagely invaded my mouth, stroking mine while his hips gently rocked forward, bumping his tense erection against my belly. My hips automatically flexed towards his, seeking, wanting.
I dropped my knees, needing to taste him. As I settled to the floor between his feet, his hands were already at his waistband, working to free himself from his jeans. I looked up at him and held his gaze while he offered me a taste. I remained still, mouth open, hands on his thighs as he gripped his shaft and began working himself in and out of my mouth, watching as I swirled my tongue along the swollen head.
“Fuck, babe.” He gripped my hair, pushing himself farther into my mouth. “Just like that.”
I enthusiastically took him deeper, opening as wide as I could to accept him. I bobbed up and down the length of him, feasting greedily on every thick inch of his manly goodness, unable to help the damp noises my mouth made against his flesh or the little groans of desire when he bumped the back of my throat.
A second later, he placed his hands underneath my arms and hauled me roughly to my feet. “In my bed. Now.” His fingers on the base of my spine prodded me forward, toward his bedroom.
I was only too happy to oblige, being insanely horny and just as curious about exactly how far he was going to let this go.
When we entered his room he kept the light switched off, and turned me to face him. He bent and tasted my left breast, and then my right, nibbling my skin before he rose. He unbuttoned my jeans. “Take these off,” he commanded. “The panties too.”
He had to know what he was asking. The last time we’d been together I’d made it clear that my underwear needed to stay on, otherwise there were no promises of me staying off his cock.
I removed my jeans, and then slowly, carefully slid my panties down my legs. It didn’t escape my notice that I happened to be wearing the white cotton undies I’d joked with Ashlyn were my most virginal pair.
Cohen’s eyes moved along my legs, watching me drop the panties to my ankles and fling them off with my toe. He swallowed, and in the shadowy room, I could see his Adam’s apple bob in his throat.
Butterflies—no, more like a flock of birds, large birds, like peacocks, or ostriches—rioted in my belly. I hadn’t been this nervous when I’d lost my own virginity. I wasn’t positive that was what we were going to do, until I noticed the air in the room felt different and Cohen’s gaze more needy, and I knew that sex was on the menu.
“Come here.” He held out his hand and I took it, letting him lead me to the bed.
We collided together in the center of the mattress, a tangle of arms and legs as we kissed roughly for several minutes. I wasn’t sure if I should take matters into my own hands, as the more experienced one, or allow Cohen to lead so I could be sure this was what he wanted. I chose the latter.
After several minutes, he shifted and hauled me with him. “I don’t have any condoms,” he breathed against my neck.
Holy shit! Were we really going to do this? “I think I have one in my purse,” I heard myself saying.
“Which is where?”
“In my apartment.” I grinned, guiltily. Surely this would be the breather we needed to calm the situation, for him to get back under control.
Cohen stood and pulled on a pair of jogging shorts from the floor, sans boxers, and I giggled at the sight of him.
“What?” he looked down, and chuckled himself. His erection caused the shorts to tent out in the front, making it extremely obvious he was sporting some serious wood. “It’s dark. No one will see anything,” he assured me.
“Yeah, but if they do, they’ll call the police.”
He laughed again, and left the bedroom.
“My purse is on the island,” I called to his retreating backside.
The entire time he was gone, my mind alternated between panic and euphoria, and my heart slammed against my chest at the flurry of emotion.
He returned a minute later with my entire purse, the large bulge still protruding out of the front of his shorts. He dropped them to his ankles and joined me on the bed once again.
I removed the condom and set my purse on the floor. The plastic package crinkled in my hands, the noise splintering the silence of the rom. I checked Cohen’s expression for doubt, for any sign he didn’t want this and found none.
“Yes?” Somehow, verbal agreement seemed to also be in order. A decision like this wasn’t supposed to be taken lightly.
“Yes.” Cohen’s voice was low, but strong.
I tore open the package, then leaned toward him and placed the condom on his belly. He unrolled it onto himself while we kissed. It seemed to be taking an inordinate amount of time, but I didn’t want to embarrass him by questioning if he knew what he was doing.
Once his hands came up and cupped my jaw, I knew it was on and there was nothing stopping us. My heartbeat built to an uncomfortable level, but still I waited to see what his next move would be.