“Good.” I grab Letty by the waist and slide her onto my lap, grateful for the oversized leather loungers in their fancy as fuck media room. Her warm center is right on top of the ridge of my cock, too many damn clothes between us.
I grab the back of her head with one hand and keep the other on her thigh, then I take her mouth with all the fire and longing we’ve been denying for weeks.
Our tongues clash immediately, and it’s an instant spark of fire and electricity everywhere. Her tongue slicks across my lips in slow, drugging moves like we have all the time in the world to explore this, whatever this is. When she slips back inside my mouth, my grip on her thigh tightens, and I take over the kiss, holding her exactly how I need her.
Letty moans, and her hips begin to move in a familiar motion, her pussy sliding up and down the length of my cock, so hot between her thighs she might set my jeans on fire. She moves faster, and my hand slides up her thigh an inch at a time until my fingertips are under the hem of her panties, and she moans again.
Her breathing is shallow, and she’s grinding faster and harder, so full of desire with no fucking clue what to do with it.
Luckily for her, I do.
I hesitate for a minute. Then I do something I haven’t done since the bullets were whizzing past me in the desert.
I pray.
If you’re up there, give me the strength to go slow, to make this good for her. She’s a good girl, God. Don’t let me fuck it up.