Yeah, I wanted that too.

But was it too much too soon? Where the fuck did that voice of reason come from? Now was not the time to get all moralistic and decent. I’d never been that decent before.

“Oh, what the fuck. Fuck me,” she whispered in my ear. Taking my earlobe between her teeth, she bit down. Lust raced through my veins like a herd of wild horses.

“Are you…are you sure?”

“Fuck yes.” She was already unbuttoning the buttons on my shirt and tugging it out of my waistband. I shrugged out of it and stood still as she feasted on me with those expressive brown eyes of hers.

“You are beautiful.” Geneva didn’t take her eyes off my chest. She ran her hands over my abs, scraping my skin with her nails as she traced my dragon tattoo down to where it disappeared beneath my waistband. I sucked in a breath but managed to remain frozen in place. She bent her head and sucked one of my nipples into her mouth while she slid a hand down to cup my erection through my dress pants.

“Fuck,” I groaned as she sucked harder on my nipple, scraping her teeth across it. The pain was as sweet as it was sexy. Her hand closed over my dick, milking it through the fabric. Unable to take the torture any longer without seeing more of her, I grasped the hem of her tight shirt and pulled it up over her head. She helped me out and lifted her arms. I tossed it aside and drank in her upper body. She had tats, which I’d expected. A literal garden of flowers and birds, a thing of beauty. Vines wound their way down her arms and around her breasts, then ran down the length of her front to disappear beneath her jeans. I was certain her back was even more adorned. I didn’t usually date chicks with a lot of tats, not because I didn’t like them but because I hadn’t had the opportunity. This was heaven. I’d spend all night tracing all those vines and identifying the flowers connected to each delicate vine. In one spot, the vine ended in the head of a snake. There had to be a story there, and I’d find out eventually.

I focused my attention on her lacy black bra. Her nipples stood out against the delicate material. With a deft flick of my fingers, I unfastened her bra and tossed it toward the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

Her tits were amazing, a good handful even for a guy with big hands like me. Silver hoops adorned each one, and I fucking loved that. She continued to milk my cock. My turn to suck and nip and bite as I lowered my mouth to one fucking incredible nipple, all dusky pink and hard. I wasn’t gentle because she hadn’t been, so I gave as good as I got. The sounds she made were between a plea for mercy and to give her more. I marked her breast as I’d marked her neck. She was mine. I didn’t doubt that for a second.