She laughs without giving me a chance to kiss her.
"Why are you so sure that I'll visit? Maybe you should come to my place?" she asks playfully, playing with the collar of my shirt.
"Your bed is too small for me, babe." I lean down to kiss her neck, and her body is instantly covered with goosebumps.
I love how she reacts to my every touch. I've never seen a girl more sensitive and passionate than the one I'm holding in my arms.
"I thought you enjoyed it last night," she says hoarsely, arching her neck to give me full access.
"It's not about the bed, it's about who you share it with, angel."
She smiles at those words, satisfied with my answer, and it makes me want to tease her and pet her for the rest of my life.
I place her gently on the bed and start unbuttoning her blouse. Yesterday, I just ripped it off, but today I want to take it slower.
"No, no, no." She stops, pushing my hands away. "You promised that today I'd be the one to strip you first."
I want to argue that there was no conversation about who was going to be the first, but I restrain myself and keep quiet. I'm so used to arguing with this girl. Probably because for many months, it was the only way to get her to talk to me.
But she's no longer the girl who runs each time she sees me.
She's my angel. And I'll be her guardian.
She starts unbuckling my belt while her eyes are locked with mine, and I swear that it's the sweetest, sexiest thing in the world.
When my pants are on the floor, she sticks her hands under my shirt and starts stroking my abs, slowly running her fingers over my skin.
Sky lifts my shirt slightly, exposing my abdomen, and then leans closer and gently presses her lips to it, stroking my V zone with her tongue.
My dick jumps inside my boxers, and Sky smiles with satisfaction when she sees it.
"Just rip it off," I roar, taking her by the shoulders and throwing my head back, unable to wait any longer.
"I'm the one giving orders today, Mr. Harden." She lifts her eyes to look into mine. "And I'll be torturing you as long as I want to."
I'm dead, but I still don't know if I’ve gone to heaven or hell because my executioner and my savior are the same woman.
She leans down again and continues her journey over my aching body, taking off my shirt slowly, brushing her lips over my abs higher to my chest.
When the shirt is finally off, Sky leans over to one of my nipples and sucks it into her mouth as hard as possible.
I grab her neck, but I’m not sure if it’s to stop this torture or to press her harder.
And then she bites it just as hard, and I roar in response.
"Do guys like girls kissing their nipples, or is it just a woman thing?" she asks playfully and makes a couple more circles with her tongue.
"It's the best fucking thing on the planet when I get it from you," I groan, digging my fingers into her shoulders to stay still.
No one ever did this kind of thing to me, and I didn't really know if I would like it, to be honest. But when Sky's sweet mouth teases my hardened nipples, I realize that men do feel something when they're being touched there.
Sky slowly touches my boxers' elastic, sticking in only one finger at first, playing with the elastic band.
And then she leans lower, taking a seat on the bed again, and starts slowly pulling my boxers down, exposing my rock-hard dick, which is aching for attention.
She inhales deeply when she looks at it, holding her breath out of surprise and trying not to gasp.
I smile, satisfied. It's the first time in my life that I feel proud that I have a huge dick.