Page 28 of The Sailor

Without breaking eye contact, he moved his hands upward, starting on the same path as before, his big hands easily engulfing her breasts when he reached them, but he didn’t pull the cups of her bra down. He simply caressed her through the material. Then he changed course, moving his hands back down to her belly. Up. Down. Up. Down.

“Zach,” she whined.

“Yeah?” he asked with a small smile.

“Stop teasing me.”

“I want to go slow. There will only be one first time between us, and I want it to last.”

This felt so much more intimate than any other time she’d been with a man. In the past, her partners had always wanted to get undressed as soon as possible, maybe suck on her boobs a bit, then have her go down on them before getting inside her and getting off quickly. She’d never seen the reverence in a man’s eyes like she saw right now in Zach’s gaze.

She huffed out a breath but did her best to relax and let Zach do whatever he wanted with her. On the next pass up her body, he gently pushed both cups of her bra up, so the material rested above her breasts. It wasn’t the most comfortable feeling in the world to have the elastic digging into her, but she forgot all about that when his hands closed over both of her boobs.

Her nipples immediately hardened under his touch, and she arched her back instinctively, wanting to get closer to him.

“So responsive,” he murmured. “I wonder what you’ll do when I suck on them.”

“Why don’t we find out?” she hinted with a smile.

He grinned at her, but didn’t lean down to taste. His hands continued their roaming, up and down under her tank. Long enough that, erotic as it was to see his hands moving under the material, Marit wanted to yell at him to take the damn thing off already.

“Arch,” he ordered, sliding his hands under her back.

She gladly did as he asked, sighing in relief when he unhooked her bra. He then proceeded to pull it off her one strap at a time . . . over the shoulders, down each arm, finally dragging the material out from beneath her tank top.

Then he surprised her by moving one hand under her again. She arched to give him room, not sure of his intention.

He gripped the material of her tank tightly in a fist. She was arched a bit awkwardly, her shirt pulled tight enough to display her rock-hard nipples. Then he leaned down—finally—and wrapped his lips around one of her nipples through the thin cotton of her shirt.

The feeling was muted through the material, but nothing had felt as good as his mouth on her.

Marit moaned and brought a hand up to fist the back of his hair. He nipped and sucked, then moved to the other side, giving that nipple the same attention as he had the first. By the time he lifted his head, Marit was more than ready to move on to the part where they took their clothes off. Everything this man did made her want him more.

Except he didn’t let go of her shirt, which kept her back arched.

He took his free hand and ran it down her chest once more, his gaze now locked on her boobs. Looking down, Marit again saw how tightly her tank top was stretched . . . and the two wet splotches right over her nipples, making them stand up even more.

“So beautiful,” Zach murmured.

“Zach, please,” she pleaded. She wasn’t sure what she was begging for, but she needed more. Was desperate for it.

“May I take your tank off?” he asked.

His constant need for consent was both annoying and a huge turn-on. “Yes! Please, take it off!” she said in a rush, throwing both arms over her head to make the job easier for him.

She saw his smirk, but she didn’t get upset that he was so pleased with himself. She was pleased with him too, and would be more pleased if he touched her without any material between them.

He ever so slowly peeled her shirt up and over her belly, exposing her skin a little at a time. When he got the tank over her chest, he stopped and leaned down. Marit struggled to get her tank the rest of the way over her head as Zach feasted on her breasts. That was the only word she could come up with for what he was doing. He used one hand to plump her boob while he sucked, bit, and devoured the nipple.

“More, Zach. Harder!”

He complied, and electric bolts shot from her chest to between her thighs. But it wasn’t enough. She needed to touch him just as he was touching her.

She sat up abruptly, startling Zach enough for him to let go of her nipple. He made a popping noise as he released her, and he chuckled as Marit pushed him onto his back and switched their positions. She ran her hands up and down his chest, much as he’d done to her, loving the feel of the soft hair under her palms. She flicked a nipple as she went by and was pleased to find it just as reactive as her own.

He groaned, and the sound reverberated through his chest into her hands.

“Come up here,” he growled, putting a hand on her hip and urging her forward, until she was on her hands and knees and her breasts were over his mouth. His head surged up, and he latched on to one of them, making Marit jerk in pleasure at the feeling of him suckling her. It felt completely different in this position, her breasts more sensitive for some reason.