Gin picked up his hand and started lightly grazing his palm with her nails. He couldn't stand it anymore. He had to let her know how he felt. And how far he wanted to go.
"Ok, Gin. I can't say it because I don't have words. You've rendered me incapable of communication. If I do something you don't like, just slap me." With that, he stood up, scooping her into his arms as he went, and carried her into the bedroom, barely even bothering to shut the patio doors.
Her laughter and smile as he dropped her onto the bed told him she was perfectly happy with whatever he had in mind.
"I was wondering how long it was going to take you to do that," she said giggling.
He couldn't quite believe she was so thrilled about it. He didn't expect her to be shy or reluctant or anything, but he had a feeling she was just as into it as he was. Well, this will be a first, he thought. No girl has ever really been into it. And it hasn't ever meant anything. That's a lot of firsts.
He pushed her down onto the bed, straddling her thighs, and her fingers slid through his hair and she pulled his lips to meet hers. He propped himself on one elbow and tugged her cami up above her breasts. She arched her back as he slid a hand under her back to unfasten her bra. After considerable effort, he managed to get it with one hand and had to fight back the urge to applaud himself. Her full, creamy, bare breasts were reward enough. The way they jiggled a little as she squirmed beneath him was captivating.
Her hands ran down his back and she stubbornly tugged on the hem of his t-shirt until he sat back and helped her take it off him. The lopsided grin pulling his lips melted her heart. He reached out and pulled her tight against himself, kissing her neck and collar bones as he laid her back against the bed. She nibbled his bottom lip causing him to shiver. Every little noise she made had him working twice as hard for more. His groans and sighs seemed to have the same effect on her.
The light blush that rose on her chest and neck when he unbuttoned her jeans made his heart skip a beat. Her lips were parted and the hungry look in those aquamarine eyes was nothing less than hot. She panted as he hooked his thumbs under the sides of her panties and slid them down to her knees. She managed to work them the rest of the way off despite being highly distracted.
He began kissing and licking his way down that delicious soft stomach and luscious round hips. Her hands were all over him somehow managing to find every hot spot on his upper body, he had a feeling he wouldn't be able to last long once she started working with her mouth. He found a highly ticklish spot somewhere below her belly button. Then he found a birthmark. And a tattoo. A tiny set of footprints nestled low where her hipbone met her thigh. She was just full of surprises.
He kissed the insides of her thighs, which were as full and soft and luscious as her hips, until her wiggling had him laughing. He sat up and she moved for the button of his jeans. She didn't unfasten them right away, but stared intently at his chest and stomach, running her index finger under the waistband of his boxers back and forth below his belly button. She looked up into his eyes, her own fiery, and ran her tongue along her lip absentmindedly as she finally moved to take off his jeans. He was trembling by the time she had him clamoring off the bed to strip out of his clothes completely. She just sat back and watched.
The site of her eyes when she saw him full frontal was something he would never forget. They were wide and sparkling and oh so wicked. He stood there in front of her for what seemed like a long time letting her take in the view and getting his own eyeful.
He returned to the bed and she pulled him back to her, kissing with an eager passion that drove him wild. She worked her way around his earlobes, neck, chest, stomach, and hips teasing with her tongue and lips all those hot spots her fingers had already found.
She murmured a breathy "I'm ready" in his ear and that was all it took for him to lean her backwards onto the bed again, kissing hard as he slid into her. The friction built quickly and they found that nibbling necks and shoulders was hot and that the salty taste was a turn on. She moved with him, her hips gracefully meeting his. She arched her back when he would touch her breasts. He found it difficult to hold himself back, but her increasingly noisier mews and purrs helped with his resolve. When finally she muffled her climax on his shoulder, he came with her, stifling a growl against her neck.
He slid off her just enough to not smash her and they lay tangled together catching their breath and letting the sweat dry in the cool sea breeze coming through the window.
When Aren finally regained the ability to move and think, he rolled onto his side and pulled Gin up tight against him. She curled compliantly and lazily ran her fingers along his arm. He nestled his head against her neck and shoulder, enjoying the light feminine smell of her hair. He had once compared her to a puppy. Now, he thought, she was much more like a kitten. Somehow playful, wild, spunky, and endearingly curious. She was a breath of fresh air and the realization snuck up on him that he was totally falling in love.
Gin turned around to face him, flashed an adorably wicked grin and nipped his bottom lip. Aren sighed as he kissed her back; she parted her lips easily. He had a feeling it was going to be a wonderfully long, hot night.
