“You’re harder,” she growled, her hand settling on my cock.
“You just flashed your pussy at me, Star,andpulled ninja moves. How did you think I was going to react?”
“You’re such a nerd.”
Her laughter was teasing, but I ignored it to watch as she dragged off her tank and sat there utterly naked in front of me. I knew she had no body issues. I’d also picked up on the fact she wasn’t uncomfortable nude—I didn’t want to think about why because it would have nothing to do with body positivity.
Tongue cleaved to the roof of my mouth, I watched as she pressed a hand to her breast, fire gleaming in her eyes, lighting up her expression with sparks I felt wherever we connected.
The difference in her was electric. If she was leading things, she was at ease. It was when I was the one doing the touching that she shied away. Just thinking about her aggressive blow job made my cock weep pre-cum at howthiscould turn out.
She plucked at her nipple and tipped her head to the side. “I want to see your dick.”
Not about to argue, I angled upright and dragged my tee off then tossed it on the floor. My belt came next, and then I unfastened my fly and released my cock from the crippling pressure of my jeans.
When my shaft flopped back against my stomach, her eyes lit up. The tip was already slick and white pearly dots had started to leak onto my skin.
“Who’s wetter?” I rasped.
She licked her lips then reached down and spread her pussy lips.
That was me—boom. Cross-eyed.
“I can’t see,” I countered. “Show me.”
She released a shaky breath as I took back some of the control, and I watched as she let her fingers rub her clit before sliding farther down to ‘test’ her slit.
When she retreated, the tips gleamed, and I opened my lips. “I want to taste.”
She moaned as she pressed the digits to my mouth and I sucked one in deep, then the other. Her hips rolled in response and she whispered, “How do I taste?”
I nipped her pointer finger. “Like mine.”
The moan morphed into a groan.
“I want to see you come, Star. In the full light of day.”
Her gaze turned playful, those cat’s eyes of hers peering down at me like I was the supplicant and she was the queen, and I was more than okay with that kind of goddamn roleplay.
“Only if I get to watch you too.”
“You want to watch me jerk off?” I asked, using the words.
Her mouth worked before she whispered, “Yes. I want to see how you stroke your dick so that the next time you let me do it, I get it right.”
“I don’t think I could handle you getting itrighter, Star.”
She released a soft chuckle that made me grin at her.
Whenever she got tense, I knew humor would calm her down, and for some reason, she liked my jokes. Talk about a match made in heaven.
Then, her grin faded as the gleam in her eyes disintegrated to be replaced with something else—need. For me. It was ten times more electrifying, a thousand times more potent than a bottle of Valium.
I watched her fingers slide back down, still slightly wet from my mouth, and she touched her clit. I released a guttural sound when she did, then she angled back so her legs were farther apart and I could see every-fucking-inch of her. Goddammit, she was beautiful. So fucking beautiful.
I had to tell her.
“You are amazing,” I breathed. “My sweet, sweet girl.”