“A promise is something that’s going to happen later. I can take my shirt off right now. Or you could take it off for me,” I say gently, wondering if she’ll take the bait. Theresa looks at me for a long minute, considering me, and then she nods and smiles. She reaches for the hem of my shirt and pulls it off. She tosses it aside and then she just looks at me.
I don’t know why, but when she looks at me like this, I feel like my entire body is tight and anxious. I feel like I’m going to explode if she keeps this up. My cock is already hard and she’s barely touched me. Then she looks down, noticing it.
“Heath,” she whispers. “Your cock.”
I bite back a laugh or a growl: I’m not sure which. I’m just silently hoping she’ll touch it because oh, it wants her. All of me wants her.
“What about it?” I whisper.
“You’re hard.”
“Well, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have a super-hot and sexy woman rubbing her tiny human hands all over me. It would be crazy not to get hard over something like this.”
“Sexy?”
“Oh, you’re sexy as fuck, Theresa. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” I reach for her and kiss her, and then I let my hands trail down over her chest. My fingers graze the sides of her breast before moving down to her hips, and I hold her there.
She bites her lip and smiles up at me.
“Does that mean you’re going to let me play with you a little bit?”
“I suppose that depends on what you want to play.”
“Oh, I was thinking something like this,” she places her hand on my thigh and starts teasing it higher, closer to my cock. “Or maybe something like this,” she takes her other hand and starts massaging her breasts over her shirt.
Fuck.
I’m even harder. My dick seems to be absolutely straining at my pants now, and I can’t hold back any longer. I want her. Need her. I’m craving her and I hope she’s craving me too.
“I want to play your game,” I manage to whisper.
“Show me.”
I take her hand and I pull it a little higher before placing it right over my cock. She closes her eyes and groans as she rubs me. She touches me over the pants, rubbing up and down, and my cock throbs beneath her fingers.
“You’re so hard,” she murmurs.
“You’re just too sexy,” I whisper.
“Can I...?”
“You’re so polite, baby,” I kiss her neck, biting her as she touches me. “Take what you want,” I whisper in her ear. “I’m yours.”
The words are affectionate: sweeter than I’m used to. I’m not really used to this sort of thing. I mean, I haven’t even dated since Emily and I broke up. When she left me, I kind of swore off women, but this is better than anything I could have ever hoped for.
Theresa doesn’t hold back, either. She slides her hand beneath the waistband of my pants, and she grips my cock with her palm. She starts stroking me, touching me faster and faster, and soon an orgasm threatens to take over. I reach for her wrist, stopping her, and she smiles.
“Oh, I’m sorry, were you enjoying that a little too much?” She laughs.
I growl and push her back on the couch. I shift my position so I can reach for her own pants and tug them off.
“No panties.”
She shrugs, smirking at me, and I smile.
“Good,” I tell her. “This makes it so much easier to enjoy you.”
“What are you going to do?” She whispers breathlessly.