Her bra is emerald green, and I’m already in love with it. It’s lace, see-through, and it holds the two most wonderful sights in the world. “This, too. I’ve only had ten thousand fantasies already about your tits.”
“Pervert,” she says with a naughty grin as I unhook her bra while she undoes my shirt.
Her bra falls to the floor, and the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen are inches away from my hands.
And then, yes, in my hands. I knead them, squeeze them, fondle them. “Spectacular.”
“Why, thank you,” she says, then, as I dip my face to the glorious land, sucking one rosy nipple between my teeth, she cries out.
No more teasing. No more sarcasm.
Her noises are pure lust, and they make me even harder.
I lick and suck as she moans. I lavish attention on each teardrop breast, making sure they’re properly adored by my mouth. Then, she grabs my hair hard and yanks my face up. Her green eyes are fierce and blazing with desire. She slams her hands to my chest, running her fingers along my pecs, over my abs, and down toward the waistband of my jeans. I groan. It feels so fucking good to have her hands on me, to feel her fingers exploring my body.
Her eyebrows wiggle. “Have I mentioned how much I like six-packs?”
“No, you haven’t. How much?”
“So very much.” She slides closer, her hands working their way to unbutton my jeans, pushing my briefs down. My cock announces how incredibly happy it is to see her with a full-on salute. She takes my hard length in her hand, and I swear, time stops for a few mind-bending seconds as she touches me for the first time. My eyes close as I savor the intensity of this moment. There’s no place else I’d rather be but rocking into her soft, talented hand. “So much it makes me want to have my hands all over you,” she says playfully, then squeezes hard.
I hiss. Electricity sparks all over my skin. “If you wanting to get your hands on me comes from having a six-pack, then I’m absolutely grateful I followed that one to the letter.”
She laughs as I smile, then we both go quiet as I thrust into her hand again.
Her voice is a dirty whisper. “Your dick is beautiful.”
I grin as I open my eyes. “You know that sounds even hotter in your sexy American accent.”
“Stop it. My accent isn’t sexy.”
“It so is. It turns me on. Especially the last thing you said. Maybe say that again, yeah?”
She grips me harder. “Your cock is beautiful.”
“Mmm. Yep. Totally hot accent, and that’s also my favorite thing you’ve ever said to me.”
She squeezes on an upstroke. “Now get your beautiful cock inside me, Griffin.”
“Scratch that,” I say, groaning. “That’s my new favorite thing.”
I grab a condom from my wallet, push my jeans down, and kick them off. Then I regard her, leaning against the door, half-dressed, tits out, lips bruised and bee-stung. I wave the condom at her. “This is a problem we need to fix right now. Full nudity is required, Joy.”
She’s topless, but her jeans and heels are still on. “Allow me to rectify the situation.” She unsnaps her jeans and pushes them down. Then, because I’m a gentleman, I kneel and pull them off the rest of the way, helping her step out of them, till she’s in nothing but a scrap of green lace, because of course, Joy wears matching lingerie.
And it’s beautifully, deliciously, slippery wet lace, as I discover when I slide my hand between her legs. Lust jolts my entire body as I feel how slick she is, even through her useless, pointless knickers. I draw a deep, satisfied breath as I tease my fingers across her. “I want to feel this all over me. I want my fingers inside you, my tongue on you, my cock in you.”
A tremble moves through her body. “Je suis excitée.”
I blink up at her, surprised she used those words correctly. “I didn’t teach you that,” I say with a quirk of my lips.
She grins naughtily. “I learned it a while ago. I can finally use it properly.”
“You used it fucking perfectly,” I say as I slide the waistband slowly down her hips. “I believe these knickers have done their service. I think it’s time we give them a proper good-bye and get them right the fuck off.”
I tug them down her legs then leave them on the floor with her clothes. I kiss my way up, and she shudders as I travel along her soft skin. And there, at the apex of her thighs, is the paradise I’ve fantasized about. One trim red landing strip leads to the promised land. My fingers play with the soft curls as I trace a path to her center. “Enjoy every day, and eat it like a fruit,” I say in a low, dirty whisper. Then I press a kiss to her clit, and she makes the sexiest, most sensual sound I’ve ever heard, an ohh that makes my cock twitch, makes me ache even more to be inside her. Her hands fly to my hair, and she yanks me closer, her breath coming in sharp, erratic pants. She rocks against me, and I feel like she’s almost there already. The possibility of her coming on my mouth intoxicates me. I flick the tip of my tongue faster, groaning as I lick her, tasting her sweetness, savoring the evidence of her desire.
But seconds later, she pushes me away. I give her a look from my spot on the floor. “You don’t like it?”
She drags her hand down her breasts. “I like it too much.”
“I didn’t know that was a thing.”
“It’s a thing when you go down on me like that.”
I laugh. “Like how?”
“Like you’re devouring me.”
“Fuck.” I can’t resist her. I press another hot kiss to her clit and then rise. “I want to devour you.”
“I want you inside me.”
Well, I can’t argue with that, so I
