Selfish Love [18 + Mature]

Chapter Eight -- Sadie

For a bit, he stood there with his lips parting staring as though he didn't hear me. Instead of repeating myself, I took my dress off and kicked it over to him. His breathing deepened but he stood frozen, and I had to walk over to him. I would have been lying if I said I hadn't wanted to strip him. First, I pushed the jacket from him shoulders and it fell to the ground with little resistance. The dull thud told me his phone was probably in his pocket. Then I untied his tie and dropped it to the side before grabbing his shirt and pulling the two halves apart, buttons rained down on the floor bearing his taught flat stomach and the abs that ghosted under the white pale flesh as he moved. He didn't have any hair on his chest and as I trailed my fingers across his sternum his breath caught, and his orange-pink nipples puckered and hardened.

Fuck him for being drunk.

I fought back my scowl at the situation and all the things I couldn't do that I wanted to. But there were other things and even advantages to the situation. I ghosted my hands over his abdominals and rested my fingers against the waistband of his pants. As I took off his belt this time he didn't stop me and it was only then as I dropped the leather to the tile that it occurred to me that this should have been some wonderful moment for him. I hooked my fingers in the waistband.

"Is this going to be your first-time nude in front of someone?" I asked, letting my hands fall away from him. He looked at his feet for a moment then back at me.

"Yes. I—"

"Have you ever been touched by someone else where I've touched you tonight?" I asked and he shook his head no.

"No." He kept his answer short, and it'd be a lie to say it wasn't endearing. He didn't know what to say which was why as he kept his hands at his side, he kept wiping his palms on his thighs.

"Step out of your shoes."

With a nod, he complied, and I closed the space between us and finished unzipping his slacks and pushing them down his thighs, leaving him standing before me in nothing but his socks and underwear. His torso was long and the little bit of muscle he had was fitting, it wasn't too much but it was just enough to place him firmly out of boyhood. Even with his underwear on I could tell he was decently hung. I slowly slid my thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pushed them down and he let out a shuddered breath as his hard cock sprang free—and I was right about the size. He'd be one of my larger conquests and I loved the thought that he was only mine. Once the underwear pooled at his feet he stepped out of them and slipped his socks off. As I took in the sight of him nude and eager I couldn't help but think of what Trevor said, he did resemble busts of Antinous. It was the lips as much as the wild hair. Though to his credit, he had neatly trimmed pubic hair which I was quite fond of and so I decided to reward him.

I reached back and unsnapped my bra, letting it fall to the floor with his clothes and grabbed his hands and hooked his thumbs under the band of my thong, guiding his hands down until the fabric fell away and I too stood in the nude. His chest heaved and he shifted slowly from one foot to the other unsure of what to do and where to put his hands. I helped him by taking them and leading him to the shower.

As we stood under the jets I watched him and I couldn't help wondering if I'd made a mistake, then he smiled at me and I forgot for a moment that he'd never been touched before and I kissed him hard and allowed my hand to rest around him as my tongue explored his mouth. Though his hips moved eagerly pumping his throbbing cock against my hand. However, feeling him swell even more made me greedy, and I stopped kissing him and released my grip on him. I should have waited; he wasn't completely sober.

"Do you want me?" I panted against his neck, trailing my hands up his powerful thighs and stopping short of his erection, that curved back against his stomach leaking precum.

"Yes," he panted, "Please, let me be yours," his pleading won me over and I sat on the bench, and guided him to sit beside me. Kissing along his throat I started nibbling at his pulse as I made my way back to his lips and my fingers sought out his nipples, tickling and teasing the little buds. My pulse throbbed at my nipples and my wet greedy center. I wanted him to stretch me and make me feel it the next morning. The latter I didn't think he'd be up for yet, but the first bit he could certainly accomplish.

He moaned into my mouth and as I guided his hands to my body he froze at first but then he cupped my breasts before delving lowering and probing a finger between my sopping folds. Later he'd have to ask, but this time I'd allow him to explore he pulled away for a moment, chest heaving as he looked down at his finger still soaked in my juices. He licked the finger clean and purred happily before raising his lust darkened eyes to mine.

"Can I taste you?" he asked, and I couldn't help but to smirk triumphantly as I swung my legs around and spread them for him. He kissed his way down from my navel and stroked the lips of my sex open before setting to work lapping, trilling, and sucking my clit in always I hadn't ever experienced before. My eyes rolled back in my head as I clutched his hair and moaned like a pornstar. Heat spread through my body, prickling my skin and tensing my muscles as my orgasm built and I grew impatient, I wanted to feel him and I was so soaked and ready for him. I pulled him off me by a handful of those thick dark locks.

"Fuck me," I demanded, and he rose between my thighs, I gripped his shaft and guided him to my dripping wet pussy and he gasped as he entered me sliding in slowly with his mouth slack. My legs locked behind him as I clung to him, and it felt like he was splitting me open. I came fast and my body clenched around him, my cunt fluttering around his cock like it was desperate to milk the cum from him. I wasn't even fully through my orgasm as he groaned and flooded me with his spunk. We held each other as both of us trembled and the water cascaded over our bodies. Then he kissed me deeply letting me taste myself on his lips as both of our lids grew heavy.

Wrapping his hands low on my bottom he stood keeping himself inside me as he shut off the water and carefully walked me back to the bedroom and laid me back on the bed. He didn't withdraw from me and I didn't make him as I started to doze off in his arms reaching up I played in his hair and I was going to say something but as his breathing deepened and he dozed off, it didn't matter anymore as his breaths lulled me into sleep.