With Amanda, that was easy to do. She was so long and lean, with no soft edges for a man to grab onto. Except for her br**sts. They begged to be touched.
He pulled one taut nipple into his mouth and rolled his tongue over it. She gave a soft little cry that went straight to his groin. Using his thumb, he stroked one nipple while he sucked the other, feeling desire heating up every inch of his body from the inside out.
Flicking his damp hair out of his eyes, he pulled back. Her skin was dewy from his tongue and his hair, and she had pink splotches where his beard had chafed. He wanted to look at her, to savor her, to prolong the night that he knew was really good-bye.
Amanda reached out and tugged at his towel. "You don't need this, do you?"
"Nope." He was surprised steam didn't come out of there when she opened the towel. He was feeling pretty damn hot and humid.
With a flick of her wrist, she tossed it to the floor. "There. Now you should probably take my clothes off too." She gave him a saucy smile. "I don't want to wrinkle this skirt."
"I wouldn't dream of wrinkling your skirt." Danny reached for her, but she turned around. "Where you going? Let me unzip it for you."
"The zipper's in the back." Hands braced on the wall, she tipped her head over her shoulder. "See?"
The position brought to mind all kinds of interesting thoughts, and Danny went for the zipper with trembling hands and a dry mouth. He wasn't sure if it was the quality of the skirt, or the force of his jerk, but the zipper went down smoothly in one clean motion. The sides of the skirt slid apart and dropped lower on her hips.
Danny ran his hands over her waist, behind the fabric, and gave the skirt a push. It fell down, and he almost went blind. "Holy shit."
It wasn't the back of panties staring at him. It was the string of a thong, surrounded on both sides by her creamy, tight ass. "Oh, honey, that's a beautiful thing."
Amanda gave a throaty laugh and stepped out of her skirt. But she stayed facing the wall, which gave him the opportunity to stick a hand on either side of that thong and squeeze. "You did that on purpose," he whispered, skimming his thumbs over the curve of her cheeks.
"Who, me?" Her breath caught when he moved his hands around to the front of her panties and cupped her.
His erection pressed against her backside, and he gave a little thrust, her warm skin giving a little under the pressure. "Yes, you. Now let's get that shirt off of you."
Pulling her hands farther up, until they were over her head but still pressed to the wall, Danny took the bottom of her shirt and tugged up. It caught a little on her br**sts, then gave with a little bounce. In the blink of an eye, he had Amanda naked expect for that scrap of white lace and her sandals. The rest of her was gloriously bare, and pinned against the wall, ass pointed enticingly toward him.
"Turn around," he said, determined to go slow, no matter what his body thought about pushing that lace string aside and sinking inside her.
She didn't turn or pirouette, but sort of rolled herself across the wall until she was facing him, her arms still over her head. One knee bent a little and her chest rose and fell as she gave hard, urgent breathes. Then she licked her lips, slowly, wetting from one side to the other.
Danny forgot slow. He closed the space between them and sucked that pouty bottom lip into his mouth, his body colliding with hers and shoving them both back against the wall. He kissed her hard, his hands grinding her against him. A rational part of him thought maybe he was being too rough, but Amanda gave a low moan.
"You're so hard, it feels so good," she whispered.
Her eyes were glazed, her cheeks flushed, her lips shiny, the stickiness of her lip gloss smeared over both their mouths.
"Come here," Danny said, wanting to get her in the bedroom before he took her against the wall.
Not that there was anything wrong with that.
But he wanted more. He wanted slow. He wanted to taste her, right between her thighs, sinking his tongue inside her while she squirmed.
To speed things up, he reached around her waist and thighs and picked her up.
She squawked. "Oh, my God. You are not picking me up. You can't carry me, I'm too tall."
The hell he couldn't. Danny adjusted her in his arms and tilted her so she tumbled against his chest with her perky br**sts. He gave her a soft kiss and turned to his bedroom door, gripping the knob with a sweaty palm and pushing it open.
"You are actually carrying me to bed. I cannot believe this is happening. I think I'm going to orgasm just from this."
Though he felt a little bewildered at her reaction, he also found the look on her face damn sexy. "You can come if you want, but it might be more fun to wait until my tongue is on you."
Danny walked toward the bed as Amanda sucked in her breath. "Tongue on me where?"
With a little maneuvering, he managed to get a finger between her thighs and press right against the front of her thong panties. "Right here."
"I can wait then."
He laughed and plunked her down on her butt on the bed. Amanda didn't hesitate, but lay back and let her knees fall apart. Danny crawled up between her legs and played with the strings on either side of the V of the thong. He could see her dark blond curls behind the white lace, and his mouth flooded with moisture in anticipation of tasting her.
Her ankles moved restlessly against the bed. "Just rip the panties. Get them off, please."
It was tempting, but he hesitated. "How much did they cost?"
"I don't know! Maybe a hundred bucks."
No ripping today. "For something the size of a corn husk? No, we'll just slide them down, nice and easy." Danny worked the panties down inch by inch, leaning over her as he spoke, his mouth so close to her flesh he could see the goose bumps rising, smell the sweet scent of her desire.
It was pretty obvious to Danny that up to this point, neither of them had even known what sex could be like. It was like watching black-and-white TV and suddenly being plunged into color. When Amanda squirmed and wiggled, reaching for him with trembling fingers, soft desperate moans falling out with each breath, Danny's body tensed with excited arousal. He had never felt this sort of passion, this power, this heady delight in pleasing another person.
Then he ditched her panties, grabbed her ankles, and spread her nice and wide. Amanda jerked on the bed, but she didn't say anything. Her eyes were half-closed, and her fingers dug into his plaid bed sheet. He'd forgotten to make his bed again, and she was a beautiful blond contrast to the navy darkness.