They spoke in muted whispers, hers awed, his raw with arousal. Suddenly he kissed her again, so ravenously that she forgot what she was doing and her hands left him to grasp his neck, holding tight. Strong arms enclosed her, stealing her breath. Her lips were swollen, her head spinning, when David again cupped her face to place sweet little pecks on her chin, her cheeks, her forehead.
"You know what I think, Bonnie?"
Overwhelmed, she whispered, "What?"
"That turnabout is fair play" Her stomach jumped and her heart began a wild race. When she got her eyes open, David was smiling at her.
"You'll love having me touch you, Bonnie . I promise. But for right now, we should take this indoors before things get out of hand and neither one of us makes a clear headed decision."
Her head would never be clear again.
David nodded. "Tonight," David whispered to her, "I want to sleep with you curled that close." He didn't give her a chance to reply to that, not that she had a reply anyway. He picked her up and started into the house.
"Oh..."
"Don't fret, honey. I'm here with you." David walked right past the cabin he'd given to her and into his own. When he reached the bed, he went down with her in his arms. She'd known of his strength, but still he amazed her. He treated her weight as negligible, arranging her as easily as he would a pillow. Straightening away, balanced on one arm, he said, "You're wearing entirely too many clothes, Bon Bon. What d'you say we take them all off?" And before she could find her voice, he already had her sleeveless sweater up and over her head.
David thought if he gave her too much time to consider things, she'd decide it wasn't proper to be having sex with him but he wanted her so much and he was done trying to away. She now felt comfortable touching him sexually, and he knew, even if she didn't, that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
The second her sweater cleared her head, he reached for the clasp to her bra. He heard her gasping breaths, felt the urgent bite of her nails in his upper arms. The bra, bless her feminine little heart, was white lace and so damn sexy he could have spent an hour just appreciating the way it decorated her breasts. Instead, he flicked the front clasp open, pulled the thin cups apart, and visually sated himself.
"Beautiful." he whispered.
Bonnie made a sound of startled embarrassment and covered herself with her hands. David forced his gaze from her breasts to her face.
"Bonnie was wrong. Black and pink go real nice together.
Her embarrassment faded behind confusion. "What are you talking about?" she asked. A long curl of her hair had come loose, and David used it like a feather to tease the side of her breast. "Dark hair and pink nipples. It's a sexy combination."
"Oh." More color exploded in her cheeks.
"And this pretty blush." He put his mouth to her cheek and felt the heat of her flush. "You're beautiful, Bonnie, and I don't want you to be embarrassed with me." He gently caught her wrists, aware of the fragile bones, how small she felt in his big hands.
Drawing her arms up, he pressed her hands firmly to the mattress at either side of her head. He released her and her breasts shivered with her nervous, jerky breaths. "But I--"
Her protest died on a gasp when David leaned down and took one soft, plump nipple into his mouth. Bonnie's back arched and her fingers threaded through his hair. Holding her shoulders down on the bed, he sucked gently, keeping the pressure light, using his tongue to tease her nipple into a stiff little point. When he lifted his head, Bonnie had her eyes squeezed shut, her bottom lip caught in her teeth and her body held tight.
"You like that, honey?" Without opening her eyes, she bobbed her head.
Bonnie smiled, then looked at her body. Her upper torso was so slim, her rib cage narrow and her breasts pert. He skimmed his palm down her side, then inward to the clasp of her slacks. "I want you naked. I want to see all of you." Her eyes flew open. "Once you're naked, I can get naked and think how good that's going to feel."
Her lips parted. "Yes."
Gently, he pried her fingers from his hair and again raised her arms over her head. "I love seeing you like this, Bonnie, stretched out on my bed." He studied her from top to toes, then kissed her belly. "Now don't move.
She agreed by curling her fingers into the bedding, holding on tight. Her sandals slipped off easily enough, but David took the time to kiss each arch, then each ankle. There was one spot just behind the ankle bone that when pinched, could cause agonizing pain, maybe even paralyze the limb. In the same regard, a featherlight touch sent thousands of acute nerve endings on alert.
David tickled with his tongue, soothed with soft kisses. She had sexy legs, long and sleek. Her casual white slacks unbuttoned with ease, and building the anticipation, he slowly drew down the zipper. Her belly hollowed out with her sharply indrawn breath.
David spread his fingers wide over her hips and dragged the pants down to her knees. Her panties were the same lace as her bra, showing the springy curls over her mound. He wanted her so badly he hurt, but he didn't want to rush her.
Using one fingertip, David traced the triangle of pubic hair. He couldn't wait to taste her, to have her completely naked and open....
"David?"
"Yeah?"
A long heavy silence filled the air before she said, "I don't think I can take all this waiting. My patience isn't as strong as yours."
David looked up at her face. Her hands were fisted, her pupils dilated, lips parted.
"Just a little longer." Her pants tangled around her ankles with her trying to kick them off and David had to finish that chore for her. Her panties came off next, and then she was beautifully bare.
Her aroused scent filled his head. He kissed her belly, each hipbone, an inner thigh. Alternately, he made the kisses gentle, then rough, sometimes laving with his tongue, sometimes nipping with his teeth. Bonnie squirmed and gasped, on edge, unsure what the next touch would bring. He could feel the urgency pounding through her.