She’d put some time and thought into hers.
My hand reached out, my fingertip tracing her spine from the waistline of her jeans and up to the bottom of her bra.
Flicking the clasps free, the band bounced outward.
I didn’t stop there, though.
I reached up, sliding the straps off of her shoulders, giving me the whole view of the piece.
She stood there silently, her body ramrod straight.
Until my hand traced a flower down by her hip.
A tremble moved through her a the touch, and I couldn’t seem to stop myself from letting my fingers continue to explore, looking for more of those little hot spots of hers.
Like on both of her ribs.
Her lower back.
And up where her shoulder and her neck met.
I wasn’t exactly thinking rationally as my hand slid forward, wrapping around her throat, and pulling her body flush to mine.
Her breath exhaled on a small gasp as our bodies met, her back to my chest, her ass in my lap where my cock was already straining.
That tension slipped away then, her body melting into mine, her head resting against my shoulder.
My one hand stayed on her throat as my other slid from her ribs, gliding across her stomach.
Another one of those shivers moved through her.
“So fucking sensitive,” I mumbled, my face shifting so my lips were near her ear.
My hand flattened and started to slide upward, teasing under the swells of her breasts before moving over one with whisper-soft contact, wanting to see her reaction.
A small whimper escaped her as she arched her chest into my touch, inviting more, demanding it even.
And who was I to deny her what she wanted?
My hand closed over her breast, feeling the fullness, the hardened bud of her nipple, the way her breathing was getting faster as I touched her.
My thumb and forefinger rolled her nipple into a tighter point as her hips started to rock restlessly against my cock.
I dipped my hips a little lower to get into a better position before thrusting upward so she could feel my hardness at the juncture of her thighs.
She didn’t need more encouragement than that as I moved across her chest to continue the torment.
Her ass rocked against me.
She went up on her tippy toes and widened her stance so she could feel me where she needed me the most.
“What do you want?” I asked as my hand moved down her belly again.
“You know what I want,” she whispered back, tone tight with her desire.
My fingers worked her button and zipper free before moving inside, slipping right under her panties, and stroking up her wet pussy.
“Why run away from me when your pussy wants me this much?” I asked, thrusting two fingers inside of her as my thumb went to her clit.
I swear I could feel her moan in my cock as it moved through her.
Her head arched on my shoulder as her eyes slid closed, getting lost in the moment, in the sensations, as my fingers and thumb worked her, driving her up.
Her pussy got tighter and tighter as I worked her, as she got closer and closer until her walls tightened hard.
“Come,” I demanded, voice rough with my own desire.
And just like that, she did, her cunt squeezing my fingers over and over as the orgasm kept crashing through her system.
I waited until she was fully spent before sliding my fingers out of her pants.
Hand at her throat, I turned her around toward me, sealing my lips to hers, kissing her hard and deep for a short moment before pushing her down toward the floor, watching her face for any sort of hesitation.
Finding none, I got her down onto her knees, looking up at me with heavy-lidded eyes.
“Open,” I demanded, touching her lip, waiting for her to do so, then slipping my fingers inside, letting her clean them off before pulling them back out and getting to work on my fly.
Fisting my cock, my hand slid to the side of her neck, pulling her forward.
Her gaze held mine as her tongue traced over the head, lapping up the pre-cum, before closing her lips around me.
Her gaze closed as she let out a sexy little moan while she started to suck me deep into her mouth, making my cock vibrate, and it took every bit of self-control I had not to slam my cock as deep as it could go, then fucking her throat until I came down it.
But I held strong, letting her work me. Which she did. Slow at first, then faster and faster, her one hand working my base and the other on my balls as she went up and down my shaft in a twisting motion with her mouth.
I swear to fuck my legs were feeling weak as she got me closer and closer.
“Fuck,” I hissed, my hand shifting back to sink into the hair at the nape of her neck. “Theo, I…” I started to warn, but she only sucked me deeper, letting me come down her throat like I’d been fantasizing about for days.