Mess Me Up
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They were everything that I’d ever imagined.
Soft, full, round and perky.
Her nipples were a dusky brown, several shades darker than her tanned skin.
She had the sweetest little nipples I’d ever seen, and I wanted to devour them for the rest of my life.
I groaned and leaned forward, capturing one in my mouth while my other hand went to the other.
The gasp that left her lips was nothing short of volatile, as if any second she’d orgasm just from my tongue and lips on her nipple alone.
“I’ve wanted this,” she sighed. “Since the first time I saw you on the television screen.”
I would’ve smiled had my lips not already been busy.
Her hands had found their way into my hair—what little of it there was—and started to pull.
“Other one,” she pleaded.
Grinning, I obliged her request and switched to the other lonely nipple, moving my fingers to the original one to keep the peak I’d created hard and tight.
She breathed out shakily, her breath fanning my face, and said two words. “Want you.”
My free hand went to her shorts, and I started to shove them down her hips, but they weren’t budging with the position we were in.
Rolling over swiftly so that she now lay on the bed, I dropped her nipple and refocused on her shorts, pulling them off her—or at least trying to.
The goddamn things were thick and tight, molding to her body perfectly.
“They’re running shorts, Rome. I wear them all the time since I do a lot of walking.” She laughed as she started to shimmy them down her legs. “They’re meant to stay in place.”
I had no doubt in my mind that they would now.
Those things were better than Fort Knox.
Had she not wanted them to come off, they wouldn’t have.
And then they were to her ankles, and I growled when I realized her panties had stayed in place.
“Fuck,” I growled, reaching for those without taking her shorts all the way off. “You wear too many clothes.”
She snickered and started pulling her shorts the rest of the way off, stopping when I felt the hair above her pubic bone and growled.
“I like that you don’t shave,” I told her bluntly.
Normally I liked it bare, but on Izzy? It worked. Oh, boy, did it work.
She blushed lightly. “It feels weird when I shave,” she whispered. “I keep the bikini line trimmed down but…nobody ever sees it but me so I didn’t see a point in doing much more maintenance than that.”
I liked the sound of that even more.
My dick was so hard at this point that I feared irreversible damage to it, so I started to pull at the button of my jeans, thankful that it popped loose with the first tug.
That’d been all I’d intended to do, but the way her eyes had zeroed in on my movement had me undoing the zipper, too.
I didn’t dare do more yet. Not when I wanted to taste her first.
If my dick got loose, it’d be finding the first hot, wet orifice in her body, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.
It was when my mouth started to move down her tummy, heading for the promised land, that she stopped me with her hand in my hair.
“I’ve never done this before,” she whispered when my eyes moved to lock on hers.
I blinked. “Like…ever?”
I also wasn’t sure what she was talking about.
I know that she’d been pregnant, and despite what teenagers thought, there wasn’t such thing as immaculate conception.
A dick and a vagina had to actually be introduced, at least a little bit, for it to ever happen.
It wasn’t rocket science.
She looked at me sheepishly. “I’ve done it. Just not that.” She gestured to where I’d been descending with my mouth.
“Nobody’s ever tasted you before?” I clarified.
She shook her head.
 “Aces,” I teased.
She rolled her eyes, and then bopped me on the forehead with the palm of her hand.
“You’re stupid.”
I snorted and then bent down, biting down lightly on her rounded belly just below her belly button.
I loved that she wasn’t a thin girl. I loved it even more that she didn’t look like she’d break in half the first time my hips met her ass as I powered inside of her.
I told her so, too.
“I love your thighs. I especially love this cute little belly.” I dragged the backs of my fingers of one hand along the lower part of said belly.
She shivered. “I’ve hated that for my whole life. It doesn’t matter what I do, or how much I run. It’s always there. It never goes away, despite anything I’ve tried to do to make it go away.”
I growled and sucked some of the skin into my mouth, giving her a hickey right above her left hip bone.
“I’m not complaining,” I told her, squeezing lightly on each hip with my hands, relishing in the way my fingers sunk into her skin slightly. “I like it. I like it even more that you work it so well.”
She huffed out a breathless laugh. “It was either be bothered by the fact that I had a stomach, ass, thighs, and boobs, or own it. And I had other things in my life that were a whole lot worse than my body.”
Not wanting her to lose her train of thought, I moved my mouth down to the spot right above her pubic hair and sucked that skin, too.
She moaned and shifted her thighs, widening them slightly, inviting me to do what I would.
Which I did.
Sinking my shoulders down between her thighs, my entire bottom half now off the bed, I studied her.
The dark skin of her thighs morphed into a pretty pink pussy, topped with jet black pubic hair that drove me wild.
And she was wet.
I could see her sweet, tight pussy slick with her desire.
I bent my mouth down and circled her clit with my tongue.
Her flavor burst on my tongue, and the last thing I ever expected to happen happened.
She giggled.
“Sorry,” she whispered. “It’s just that your beard is tickling me.”
I grinned against her, loving the way that she was so different from all the other girls that I’d been with.
I loved that she laughed during sex.
I loved it even more that she was honest with me.
I went for another swipe, this time nearly burying my face into her sweet folds.
She gasped and slammed her thighs closed, right on my head as she started to giggle even harder.
“Holy fuck!” she tittered. “Oh, holy shit! How am I supposed to endure this?”
I brought one of my hands up and pried one of her thighs away from my head, looking up at her smiling face. “I’ve never in my life had this problem before.”
She started to pant as she watched me.
She wanted me to do what I wanted so bad that she was shaking with it, but she couldn’t stop the giggling. Or the flinching. Or the hand clenching.
When I tried to swipe my tongue through her wetness, I was very aware of my beard as well as her gasps.
“Oh, my God!” she cried out, squirming and laughing. “Stop! Oh, holy shit! Stoppppp!”
It was at this point that I was laughing so hard that tears were forming in my eyes.
I did what any man would do.
I went up to my knees at the end of the bed and shifted so that I could push my jeans over my hips. Then, I slowly crawled between her legs.
It was only when I had my cock notched against her entrance that I came to my senses.
I reared back, suddenly sick to my stomach at what I was about to do.
“Condom,” I told her.
Something changed on Izzy’s face.
“You don’t need one,” she whispered.
I tilted my head.
“I can’t have another baby…” I told her hoarsely.
Izzy shook her head sadly. “Neither can I. Ever.”
Something passed between us then, something unspoken but very real.
I couldn’t have another kid because I just couldn’t handle it. She couldn’t have a kid because she was physically incapable.
What a pair we were.
I dropped down to my elbows, one on either side of her head, and dropped my forehead to hers.
When her mouth came up to touch against mine, the desire that had dimmed during the last thirty seconds started to rekindle.