Page 18 of Reckless With You

But I didn’t think I’d ever slept in the same bed as a woman before, not without actually doing something beforehand, and not for the whole night.

Well, well, tonight was certainly one of firsts.

The first time I saw Amelia naked—at least mostly. The first time I saw her that drunk.

The first time I held her hair back as she threw up.

The first time I brushed a woman’s teeth.

First time I slept in the same bed as a woman without having any type of sex.

Oh, yeah, did I mention it was the first time I saw Amelia naked?

I really needed to make sure that was out there, and that everybody knew. Because I saw Amelia Carr almost naked.

I had a feeling that she hadn’t actually meant to do that.

But I kept seeing those perfect breasts of hers, such perfect tits.

Perfect nipples.

She hadn’t known that her reflection was in the mirror like that. At least not at first. And I hadn’t said anything.

And I was probably going to hell for that. Sure, I had closed my eyes, but not quickly enough. Because I had seen those tits. They were firm, high, and tight. With perfect pink nipples.

They were hard, pebbled. Either she was cold or aroused. Or maybe just drunk. I didn’t know at the time, but I hadn’t looked too hard. At least, I tried not to.

But I liked nipples. I enjoyed all colors of them. Dark, light, brown, tan, pink, red. I adored all variations.

I was a tit man. I couldn’t help it. Yeah, I was also an ass man. And the more I thought about Amelia’s curves, the more I knew I was going to hell.

I couldn’t stop thinking about those tits, those perfect breasts. Big enough to overfill my hand, but I’d be able to squeeze and mold them as I slid my cock between them, fucking her breasts as I came all over her chest.

God, I had to stop thinking about things like that.

Because the more I did, the more likely it would be that I would thrust against her, slowly rocking into her ass, then slide between those cheeks and into that wet heat of hers.

No, I had to stop.

I held back a groan and tried to think of gross things. Baseball. Baseball could calm me. I didn’t like baseball.

What about my grandma? No, that wouldn’t work. I hadn’t really met her. I’d think of someone else’s grandma, but that wasn’t going to help either.

Ball sacks. Yeah, I could think about ball sacks. Those were kind of gross. I liked my own well enough, but they were all wrinkly and weird.

Yes, ball sacks.

Of course, now I was thinking about ball sacks and my dick, and the fact that it was hard and pressed against her ass, and all I wanted to do was slide inside.

Not even inside her wet heat, but her ass, because I wanted to fuck that, too.

I really needed to stop.

Why hadn’t I noticed her body before? I had. I must have.

But why didn’t I know these curves existed?

She had that hourglass shape that begged for a man’s hands. Formyhands. And my mouth.