Page 44 of Gary
She watched as he went over to the hearth and set fire to the logs already stocked. Within minutes, the flames were shooting upwards and bathing the room in its light. He ordered lights off before walking over to join her. Taking her hands, he helped her up, rubbing her arms slowly, his eyes on hers.
“I want to do the honors.”
“Of?”
“Undressing you.”
“I would like that.”
His eyes still holding hers, he tugged at the hem of her sweater and worked it slowly upwards, until it was over her head.
His eyes swept over her torso, lingering on the small breasts encased in raw silk. She had dressed carefully, knowing that she was going to be seeing him and hoping that he would get to see her underwear.
“Beautiful.” His voice was raw with hunger. “What do you call this color?”
“Chartreuse,” she whispered.
“Interesting.” He traced the lace lining the swell of flesh. Working his fingers between the dip of flesh, he unhooked the clasp and worked the thin straps over her shoulders. “Sweet Christ!” He whispered as her breasts sprung free of the material.
Cupping them, he used his thumbs to glide over the nipples that had already turned rigid.
“I am sorry.”
“Why?” She asked achingly.
“I wanted to take my time. But I…” Sweeping her into his arms, he laid her down and hurriedly took off her jeans. The zipper got stuck halfway and he almost tore it apart in his haste to get it open.
Placing a hand over his, she stopped his frantic tugging.
“Let me. Take care of your own.”
He hesitated a moment, before sliding off the bed and undressing in undignified hast. By the time he got his sweater and underwear off, she was completely naked, her eyes wandering over his chest.
She had suspected that he had a magnificent body, but nothing had prepared her for the dusting of dense dark hairs on the golden skin. Refusing to look further than his flat as a drum stomach, where the hairs narrowed, her gaze flew back up to his face as he slid in next to her.
“I shouldn’t be nervous.”
“You are in good company.” He turned her to face him, hands wrapping around her neck.
“So am I.” He ducked his head to placed fleeting kisses on her skin. “You smell good.”
“Thanks. So do you.” She had no idea what to do with her hands, so she used them to slide through the glorious silk of his hair.
“You taste even better.” He had reached the hollow of her throat and was pressing open mouth kisses on the skin. “Much better.”
He kissed the top of her breast, the desire for her pumping through his veins like the steady beat of a drum. He had promised that he would take his time, but he would not be keeping that promise. The need for her was so great, he had to force himself not to just climb on top of her and slide into her seductive sweetness.
A moan escaped her when he brushed his mouth over the rigid flesh of her nipple. His thumb reshaped the other, driving her crazy in the process.
“Gary.” She whispered achingly, fingers clutching at his hair. “Please.”
“Soon, baby.” He used the tip of his tongue to wet her nipple, watching as it puckered beneath his gaze.
“I can’t.”
His body vibrated with need as he took the nipple slowly into his mouth. Insane need slammed into his body at the taste and texture of her.
His mouth became hungry and seeking and before long, he was suckling the flesh, pulling it into his mouth and sending the tension straight to the core of her. Her cries echoed around the room, her body turning towards his restlessly.