“Lay back. Wait. No. Stand up.” She did as I said. Then I lay down on the sofa, my back angled against it, and motioned for her to lie down beside me. “We’re gonna have a long talk, and I want to be comfortable for it.”
She lay down beside me, and I laid the blanket over us both. Low orange flames flickered in her electric fireplace. I placed the tip of my index finger over her lips, tracing the plump curves I’d fantasized over for months.
“These lips. Right here. Do you have any idea how many times they’ve starred in my fantasies?”
“You’ve thought about them wrapped around your dick, right?”
I chuckled. “Yes. But I’ve also thought about this.” And I dropped my head and pressed my lips to hers. She sucked in a breath as I pulled away.
“And those eyes of yours. You know they’re incredibly large, right?”
She nodded. “I have a stepbrother who used to tell me I looked like a freak because of them.”
“What?” I smiled at the absurdity of it. “No. Sometimes I find myself staring at your photos of only your face, so I can study your irises. Did you know the shade of blue varies?”
“Sometimes it’s a filter I use.”
“Maybe. In photographs. But the shade also varies based on what you’re wearing. Or the color of the sky.”
“You’re just saying that. Do you want to cop a feel or something?” Her legs slid against mine, the tease matching her tone.
“Oh, I definitely want to cop a feel. I want to touch and taste every inch of this delectable, svelte body.”
She squirmed, and I pressed my growing erection against her thigh, seeking pressure as I dipped my head and trailed kisses from below her ear, along her neck to the neckline of her sweater.
“And you just might have the most tantalizing breasts I’ve ever seen. And you’re talking to a guy with multiple porn site subscriptions.”
“Why would you pay for porn? You can get it for free.” Her brow wrinkled, and I flattened the wrinkles with my lips.
“Because I don’t like ads.” I tugged on her sweater. “Are you warm enough? Can we get rid of this?” She smiled, and color bloomed all along her face and down her neck. “I want you to see firsthand how much you turn me on.”
Her throat contracted as she swallowed. She hesitated, and my heartrate slowed, waiting. She lifted the edge of her sweater, and I helped her raise it over her head and off her arms, then dropped it on the floor. She pulled the throw up to right below her bra line. She wore a familiar white lace bra, one I’d seen on her VIP channel. I dropped my mouth over one nipple, wetting the transparent lace, and she let out a soft, low moan. My entire body hardened. I rocked my hips against her thigh.
“These breasts? They also take a starring role in my fantasies. Those little tank tops you wear?”
“The ones that only cover to right below my nipple? And sometimes ride up and show a little nip?”
“Yes. I. Love. Those.”
A light, happy sound erupted. “Yeah, I get my best tips on those photos.”
“Let’s not talk about that right now, okay?” She smiled knowingly. “I don’t want to think about anyone else looking at you. Or touching you. If it’s okay with you, this afternoon, I’m going to take my time, and show you how those other boys should have treated you. Because if they’d treated you the way you deserve, then you’d never doubt your appeal.”
I set to work kissing along her neck and near her ear, listening for moans or quivers, searching for those magical pinpoints that would turn her to putty.
“Only one boy, really.” I strained to process her muffled words.
“Ben? He’s your ex?”
“Well, we never…yeah, he’s my only.”
“I think it’s time we fix that? What do you say?”
“Okay.” Those big blue eyes seemed tentative, and I pushed up. She latched on to my bicep. “Yes, yes. I mean yes.”
I dropped my mouth and took hers, possessive. Our tongues danced, teasing and tempting. She wrapped both legs around me as I settled into her core, dry humping her. She rocked against me, and the pressure against my very hard erection intensified. Her hands wandered along my back and down to my ass, urging me to press harder. She tugged at my flannel shirt, and I broke away from her long enough to unfasten a few buttons and pull it over my head.
I settled back down, eager for skin on skin. Her soft, smooth curves cushioned the hard planes of my chest. I gripped the throw. She stopped me and shook her head, those blue eyes tentative and unsure.
“Leave it.”
“What?”
“I’d feel better if you left it.”
The request confused me. I sat back on my ankles and stared at the blanket covering her middle.
“Please.”
Those eyes pleaded. Did she have a scar? My dick throbbed, reminding me of its proximity to the ultimate destination and my need. I clutched her thighs, spread out, on each side of mine. I kneaded her muscles, working my way up her legs, slipping my hands beneath the blanket, up to the band on her leggings. My fingers slipped inside the band, and she squirmed.
“I want these off.”
She nodded and raised her hips to help me remove them. I hadn’t meant to remove her thong, but I did, and that was fine by me. A sprinkling of dark blonde hair lined her glistening pussy. She was fucking drenched. My cock strained uncomfortably against my zipper.
I finished pulling the leggings down around her ankles, maneuvered them off one pedicured foot, then the other, and threw them across the room. I kissed the inside of her knee and nipped and kissed all the way up her thigh to the end goal.
She sat up on her elbows and squeezed her thighs in on my head. I paused, looking up for an explanation.
“You may not want to do that. I haven’t waxed recently.”
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