“Yes. I like that, Braden.”
My cock jerks at the caress of my name on her lips—those gorgeous lips and that hypnotic voice. I want to hear it again and again, like a soft symphony playing in the background of my mind.
“Your voice is sexy. I love the way you say my name. Say it again.”
“Braden.”
“Again.”
“Braden.”
I close my eyes and imagine what’s to come. Then I open them and meet her gaze.
“Now, tell me what we’re going to do here tonight.”
“You’re going to fuck me, Braden.”
“Yes, I’m going to fuck you.”
She’s standing in front of me, her sandals and jeans still on, her breasts exposed, her nipples hard and ready.
“You say you like your nipples pinched.”
“Yes,” she says on a soft sigh.
“What else do you like?”
“Whatever you want to do to me.”
The words seem to fall off her tongue with no thought or effort.
Just as I hoped.
“Take off the rest of your clothes, Skye.”
“Are you going to take yours off?”
“Does it matter?”
She opens her mouth to respond, but I stop her with a gesture.
“Undress.”
She swallows, kicks off her sandals, and then unsnaps and unzips her jeans. She slowly lowers them over her hips and peels them off her legs until she’s standing only in her panties.
Her body is long and lean, her tummy a delicious curve. I resist the urge to gawk at her like an adolescent, but man, she makes me feel like I’m untried.
It’s uncomfortable.
And extremely erotic.
“Keep going,” I say.
She wiggles out of the panties and kicks them a few feet away, next to my tie. Her mound is stubbled with a few days’ growth of dark hair, and her pink pussy peeks out at the apex of the triangle. I lick my lips in anticipation.
“Very nice.” I inhale, breathing in her musky scent. The sweetest perfume. “I can smell you. You’re ripe. Wet. Aren’t you?”
She bites her lower lip. “Mm-hmm.”