I wanted her.
There was no doubt in mind about it. But part of me was still playing over the awful scene I had witnessed earlier in the evening. I needed to forget. I needed to think about something good. To lose myself in nothing but sensation.
Her gaze lowered and she closed her eyes for a moment. “It's okay, Six. Just say it.”
I ran my hands over my hair and licked my lips as I tried to memorize the sight of her in case God struck me down there and then for being such a selfish bastard for what I was thinking. She was offering herself to me willingly and I was on the verge of taking what I wanted from her body.
My cock was desperate for release from its confines and I wanted nothing more than to grant that wish. I took a deep breath in through my nose and pulled her scent into my lungs. She smelled so clean and fresh and...innocent.
But why was she acting like I was about to leave?
I dropped to my knees and before I could stop them my lewd thoughts spewed out in spite of my tightly clenched jaw. “I think you misunderstand me, Chloe. I need... I need to be inside you. I wanna be fucking balls deep, baby. I need to fuck you so much right now.”
At the second the words left my mouth I hated myself. Why the hell couldn't I be more romantic like the guys in those books lining her shelves? Why did I say fuck so fucking much? My subconscious was right, she deserved much better than me. And I expected her to immediately kick me out of the apartment for how crudely I'd spoken to her.
She closed her eyes briefly again and I really thought I'd overstepped the mark. But when she opened them she sat up, reached forward and released the button and zipper on my jeans, allowing her eyes to follow the trail of her fingers downwards.
I inhaled sharply and her fingers lightly grazed the base of my straining cock. Once my zipper was open she reached around her back and unhooked her bra, letting it slip down her slender arms and fall to the floor. And there she was, bared to me from the waist up. Just a pair of black girl boxers covering her pussy. She had the most amazing tits I had ever seen. All natural. None of this fake, inflated silicone shit. They were perfect, firm and round with little pink buds that stood to attention just begging to be tasted. They were just the right size for my hands and I clenched my fists at my side to stop from reaching out to touch them.
“Fucking beautiful,” I whispered as I devoured her naked breasts with my lustful gaze. My fists were still balled hovering near my hips.
“Six...it's okay, you can touch me. I want you to.” Her voice was a breathy whisper and I couldn't help groaning and letting my head roll back. I stared at the ceiling for a moment and wondered what the hell I'd done right for God to grant me this and not strike me with a lightning bolt...whatever the hell this was.
I felt her moving and I returned my focus to her just as she kicked her panties off the end of her toe. She maneuvered up to a kneeling position and locked eyes with me. Reaching for my hand she opened my up my tensed fingers and placed my hand over her left breast. My cock flinched and the ache in my groin intensified. I squeezed lightly and tried not to blow my fucking load. I rolled my thumb over her pebbled nipple and licked my lips. Fuck I wanted her but... What if I went too fast? Took things too far? Hurt her? I mean she was so fucking petite and I sure as hell wasn't.
She pulled her lower lip in between her teeth as she fixed me with a determined gaze. My attention was drawn to the plump pink flesh as it popped out again.
Her voice snapped my focus back to her eyes. “I know you think I'm fragile, Six. Innocent even. And that you're scared of taking advantage of me. It's written all over your face. And even though I'm not a virgin I know you probably usually fuck girls who are a lot more experienced than me. And I want you to know that I've never thrown myself at a guy before...apart from you that is. It's just not me. But I want you, Six. I can't explain this intense need inside of me but something tells me you're the only one who can sate it. I need to feel you inside me.”
The intense, deep caramel of her eyes pulled me in and I leaned down until our lips were almost touching. I could feel her rapid breath on my mouth and I fought the need to taste her. She was right. I was scared to touch her.
Scared that I'd somehow lose control.
She reached up and grasped the waistband of my jeans and pushed them down my thighs along with my fitted boxers. She shoved them toward the floor until I could bend and yank them over my feet along with my socks. I discarded them and turned to watch her again. When I was fully exposed to her she sighed as she raked her eyes over my tattooed chest. She reached up and delicately touched my ink and grazed her finger nails down my pecs over to my nipple piercing. I hissed in through my teeth as she flicked the metal bar. It sent sparks of desire through my body and felt so fucking good.
“Six, don't make me beg you.”
Hearing her say my name again was all the encouragement I needed. I stooped and reached into my jacket pocket to retrieve a condom from my wallet and then with my eyes locked on hers I opened it and stretched it over my rigid flesh. It flinched toward her and she gripped it with both hands. Once again I let my head roll back as I got lost in the intensity of sensation just like I'd wanted. I clenched my jaw and scrunched my eyes tight as I absorbed the immense pleasure radiating through my veins and relaxing me.
She released my erection and took my hands pulling me down onto the couch beside her. I opened my eyes and watched as she slipped my hand down her slender body to the junction of her thighs. What the fuck was wrong with me? It was like I fucking froze. Like I needed guidance. I cupped her silken skin and dragged my thumb through the fine line of hairs over her pussy until I could feel how wet she was.
It was like an awakening.
My heart rate picked up and I had to have her. I just had to take what she was offering and what I so desperately wanted. Needed. I slipped two fingers into her slick opening and she gasped and clung to me with her free hand. Her other hand covered mine where I was sliding my fingers in and out of her body. She pushed me deeper and moaned my name. No woman had ever moaned my name in such unabashed pleasure before. I fucking loved it.
I needed more.
I removed my fingers from her entrance and her eyes snapped open. Sucking her arousal into my mouth, I groaned at the taste of her and her cheeks colored the sexiest pink. I leaned down and slipped my arms around her slender body.
“Can I take you to bed, Chloe dancer?”
She nodded and wrapped her legs around my waist. Her pussy hovering dangerously close to my stiff cock. I carried her toward the door that I remembered led to her bathroom. At the end of a short hallway I spotted a door that was ajar and nudged it open with my toe. Sure enough it was her bedroom. All pale blue flowers and fresh linen smell.
I laid her down on the soft billowing duvet that covered the bed and gazed at her. Her flawless skin was such a beautiful sight—such a contrast to mine—and I stood there just admiring the view. She parted her thighs and I took in the erotic vision before me of her naked and aroused body. Her pussy was glistening, wet and ready for me. I heard a sharp gasp and realized it had come from my body. Fuck, she was stunning. I'm talking portrait-worthy stunning. But not seedy and porn-like. Just beautiful. I climbed onto the bed and it dipped under my weight.