He breathed out roughly. Her words drove him crazy. He actually felt high, dizzy and winded and unable to channel a clear thought. Man, he loved the way she looked, her unique scent. It made him hard to the point of physical pain. Brian’s fingers squeezed and pulled her nearer to his face. The bridge of his nose chaffed at her through the fabric, causing a pleasant friction.
It was almost impossible to believe Valerie hadn’t slept with another guy. He didn’t doubt her word, but how could she walk through the world looking like that and no guy had gotten close enough, even if he had to lie and cheat to do it? The knowledge that he’d be first was a lot of responsibility -- Jesus, don’t fuck this up for her -- but it was incredible, too, because she had picked him, out of all the men she could have. Better men. Smarter men.
He wanted to say something, tell her how bad he wanted to bury himself inside her, and that he wanted her legs wrapped so tight he couldn’t breathe, that he wouldn’t stop until her knees gave out, but his brain was on vacation. Instead, he managed, “I want to taste you,” and with two fingers, he moved the fabric of her panties aside, just enough room for his mouth to latch onto her. Brian kissed the delicate folds of her body, seeking the place where her nerves were at their most sensitive. He groaned, God, the heat, the velvet feel of her… One of his hands eased between her thighs. He curled his fingers up to stroke inside of her body, gently stretching.
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It was almost impossible to believe Valerie hadn’t slept with another guy. He didn’t doubt her word, but how could she walk through the world looking like that and no guy had gotten close enough, even if he had to lie and cheat to do it? The knowledge that he’d be first was a lot of responsibility -- Jesus, don’t fuck this up for her -- but it was incredible, too, because she had picked him, out of all the men she could have. Better men. Smarter men.
He wanted to say something, tell her how bad he wanted to bury himself inside her, and that he wanted her legs wrapped so tight he couldn’t breathe, that he wouldn’t stop until her knees gave out, but his brain was on vacation. Instead, he managed, “I want to taste you,” and with two fingers, he moved the fabric of her panties aside, just enough room for his mouth to latch onto her. Brian kissed the delicate folds of her body, seeking the place where her nerves were at their most sensitive. He groaned, God, the heat, the velvet feel of her… One of his hands eased between her thighs. He curled his fingers up to stroke inside of her body, gently stretching.