Watching Her Read Online Free

I’d never had a guy perform oral sex on me,
much less come right out and tell me that he was going to.

 
    Taking me by the hand, he led me to the kitchen. On
the table was an amazing spread - salad, lasagna, garlic bread. Wine and
candles completed the table. “Wow, I had no idea you could do all this.”

 
    He pulled me to him so I could feel his erection
against my thigh. “You have no idea what I can all do, baby.” His lips brushed
mine. “But you are going to find out.”

 
    I shuddered in his arms. “Stop,” I whispered, my
voice thick with desire. “I’m not going make it through dinner.”

 
    “That’s the plan, gorgeous.” Picking me up, he
carried me over to his couch. Setting me down gently, he moved between my legs,
settling on top of me. He leaned down, kissing me until I was grinding my hips
into his. “Not yet, baby,” he whispered as his lips moved down my neck,
slipping his hand under my t-shirt to cup my breast.

 
    I whimpered, arching underneath him. He groaned,
sliding off of me to stand up. Taking my hand, he pulled me off the couch to
stand in front of him.

 
    “Why did you stop?” Did I do something wrong?

 
    He reached for me, his hand on the back of my head,
pressing his forehead to mine. “Fuck baby, you are so fucking sexy. I want you
so bad.” His other hand came up, his fingers touching my lips swollen from his
kisses, trailing to the whisker burn on my face and neck.

 
    I reached for him. “Then take me.”

 
    He growled, “Not yet. I want to look at you first.”

 
    I suddenly felt so self-conscious. I had never had
sex in the light or had a guy really look at my naked body. Sex for me had
always occurred at night, in the dark, between the sheets of the bed.

 
    He must have noticed my hesitation. “Baby, you are
so gorgeous. I just want to see you. Take off your shirt for me.” I couldn’t
refuse him when he talked like that.

 
    I slipped my t-shirt off over my head. “Now your
jeans.”

 
    I unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them down my legs,
stepping out of them. “Fuck baby,” I heard him mutter under his breath.

 
    His words were like fuel to my fire, and I reached
out for him again.

 
    “No, not yet. Take off the rest, please.”

 
    Reaching behind me, I undid my bra, sliding it down
my arms and throwing it to the floor He sucked in a breath. As he licked his
lips, all I could think about was him using his tongue on me, all over me. My
nipples instantly hardened and ached for his touch.

 
    “Now the thong.” His voice was rough, almost a
whisper. I could see the affect I was having on him, and I no longer felt so
shy. I slid the thong down so he could see my freshly-waxed sex. He smiled and
slid his finger over my pubic bone. “You should let me put a tattoo right
there.”

 
    Shivering at his touch, I laughed at his words.
“Seriously? Right there? Of what?”

 
    He touched the spot again causing me to fight back a
moan. “How about ‘Brett’s’?”

 
    This time a sound escaped my mouth. Why did the
thought of being owned by him almost make me come instantly? I was an
independent woman who could take care of herself. The idea of being Brett’s
just seemed right for some reason.  

 
    He kissed me hard, his hands in my hair, holding me
tight to him. When the kiss ended, both of us were panting, out of breath. “Go
sit on the couch. Spread your legs for me. I want to look at you.”

 
    I hesitated. He couldn’t be serious.

 
    “Do it. Now,” he muttered against my ear.

 
    No one had ever told me what to do in the bedroom. The
way he seemed to take charge during sex only made me hotter. I felt my juices
seep from my wet pussy, wondering if he noticed too.

 
    I sat on the couch, spreading my legs for him. He
sat on a chair across from me, just out of reach. He had removed his t-shirt
but kept his jeans on. All I could think about were his sexy tattoos and strong
arms. Then I noticed -