"I wanna make this romantic for you. Give me a sec," Blake said as they got into her bedroom, walking over to her laptop. She watched him as she closed and locked her bedroom door. She made her way over to her bed, sitting on the corner "Are you nervous, Lake? You seem more nervous than me," she said with a slight laugh, watching as he went to YouTube on her laptop. He clicked around a few seconds.
"A little. I mean, this is kinda a big deal. I just need to find the right playlist." He went to a playlist labeled 'Lovemaking Music.' Clicking the play button, Lionel Richie's voice instantly filled the room, a smooth, soulful melody weaving into the quiet space. "My man Lionel is perfect for this moment." She couldn't help but laugh at his choice of words; he was being so cute right now. He was right; this was a big deal to her. She was nervous, but it's not like they hadn't been physical before. He pulled his lighter out of his pocket, walked around the room, lighting the little decorative candles she had around.
Their soft, flickering glows began to chase away the deeper shadows, casting dancing warmth across the walls. "So, lights on or off?" he asked while sliding the lighter back into his pocket.
Tilting her head, thinking for a moment, she figured she would be less nervous in the dark. "I think lights off."
He walked over to her bedroom lamp.
"Are you sure you don't wanna see these abs in 4K before I turn off this light?" he grinned, lifting up the bottom of his shirt slightly, revealing the sculpted lines of his torso. She laughed at his cockiness. "Umm, you're right. I want the shirt off first, then you can turn off the light." He slowly pulled the shirt over his head, the fabric dragging across his taut chest, leaving her mouth dry as her gaze followed the movement.
"You're a pretty bossy girl, Em." Her eyes ran over his chiseled abs, a defined landscape of muscle, black Calvin Klein boxers peeking out the top of his pants, a tantalizing hint of what lay beneath. He switched off the lights, plunging the room into a soft, intimate glow, illuminated only by the candlelight. She slowly stood up from the bed, biting her lip, a nervous tremor dancing through her "Is that a turn-off?" her voice slightly shaking as he walked closer, pushing the dark hair out of his face.
He set his hands on her waist, his touch warm and firm against her skin. Slowly, deliberately, he pulled her Christmas sweater up and over her head, the soft cotton brushing against her bare arms, then lifting clear. "Definitely not." She let out a shaky breath as she felt his warm hands move up over her stomach, tracing a gentle path before reaching the front clasp of her bra. His hands hesitated a moment, a silent question, as if making sure she was okay with it. She nodded her head slightly, her gaze locked with his, urging him to continue.
"Nothing about you could ever turn me off," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. His skilled fingers unclipped the bra, a soft click breaking the silence. He looked her in the eyes as he slid the straps off her arms. Her hands instantly went to cover her breasts, a reflex of shyness.
He stopped her, gently taking her hands and bringing them up to his lips. He placed a tender kiss on the back of each. "You don't have to hide yourself with me." She let out a breath, a tension she hadn't realized was there easing, as he let go of her hands, his big, rough hands moving down to cup her breasts, a soft weight filling his palms.
Her knees went weak as his thumbs began to rub over her hard nipples, sending jolts of sensation through her. Her hands moved down his chest, tracing the hard planes of his muscles, then reaching the front of his pants, unbuttoning, then pulling down the zipper.
His lips moved to the side of her neck, nipping on the sensitive skin just below her ear, making her moan softly, a low, involuntary sound. His pants fell off his hips; he easily stepped out of them, leaving him in only the tight black Calvin Klein boxers. Moving his hands over her curves to her waist, "Is this okay?" he whispered, his voice deep and husky, before bringing his fingers to the front of her jeans, undoing the button. His finger rubbed down the cool metal zipper.
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Romance***** Emma Pear knew she wasn't the most popular girl in high school. Her nose was usually buried in a textbook, and her grades were as spotless as her reputation for always following the rules. "Nerd" was a label she'd long since embraced. Her pare...
