She was about to see it, too, because I yanked at my pants and my underwear, pushing them down to bunch at my ankles. I stepped out and kicked them out of my way, while wrapping a fist around my cock.
Her shoulders lifted as she sucked in a deep breath. The low-cut underwear matched the bra. Little gold hoops held the strings around her hips and glinted in the soft light.
Her gaze drifted down from my eyes. It slipped over my chest and landed on my hand, following the slow strokes as I fucked my fist. She seemed almost surprised.
I was curious. “You’ve never seen a guy jerk off before?”
Kayla’s eyelids fluttered in a series of rapid blinks, as if my question had made her shy. She shook her head, and when her gaze returned to mine, I gave a lazy grin.
“Do you like watching it?”
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed thickly. I was given a nod, and my knees softened. I slid an inch down the flat door.
“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”
Without me having to ask, she came to me. She stood between my feet, so the outsides of her thighs were against the insides of mine, and she twisted her hands behind her back. The bra released. The flimsy fabric and elastic was tossed aside.
I twisted my grip on my dick, squeezing against the need and ache. Her breasts were perfect. Her small, dusty colored nipples were erect and begging for me. She stood still. Probably as tall as she could, while I was slumped against the door. The tip of my cock grazed the skin of her belly as I pumped my fist.
Her eyes closed as I traced a fingertip over her collarbone and down the center of her chest. I teased her while I teased myself. A shiver shook her shoulders, and her lips parted to exhale when my touch circled in on a nipple.
I wanted it in my mouth. My tongue between her legs. My fingers buried in her pussy. All of it. All of it, right fucking now. It’d been a lifetime since I’d found out she had a hard time coming. My ego wanted to make it happen for her again. And again. My competitive streak needed to do time trials and see how fast I could get her across the finish line.
I wouldn’t last long like this, anyway. Jerking off, with a hand on her tits and watching her response to my simple touch, was driving me wild. The last two times we’d fooled around, it’d been dark. Thank fuck she left lights on tonight. I needed to see all of her.
She must have had the same thought. Our hands met at the strings holding her panties up. I gave up on the goal since she had it covered and focused on a new one. The door creaked as I pushed off it and turned, getting Kayla to move along with me, although it disrupted her hands. The purple underwear was left cutting across her thighs.
There was a soft thump when I pressed her back against the door. Her hands were warm on my chest, and she stared up at me with sex in her eyes. Sex, and longing. I felt it, too. I dropped my gaze down from her eyes to her mouth. I was hungry for her.
“Oh . . .” she said on a breath. I slid a hand down between her legs. She was drenched, and I quirked the corner of my mouth up, right before I pressed my lips over hers. Our kiss was slow and lingering. I shifted my stance, getting comfortable, and put my forearm on the flat surface of the door over her head.
Her eyes widened as I pushed my middle finger inside her body. She was a furnace. Her wet walls tightened around me, and I clenched my jaw, choking back the cuss words which threatened. I didn’t like how my brain stopped functioning when her clothes came off, and all I ever said was, “Fuck.” It was a great word—very versatile—but she deserved more than just a swear word.
Hell, I’d make a shitty attempt at poetry if she wanted it.
Our mutual gazes were pointed down, watching how my damp finger pressed inside her and eased back out. Her breath went ragged, and her fingers curled into my chest, her nails scratching at my skin. The sight of it, her with her panties stretched across her parted knees, got my breath racing, too.
Her moan was throaty and full of lust. It drove me down onto my knees. I withdrew my finger and used both hands to jerk her panties down to her ankles. I’d tried to control myself, but her moan was a plea. It begged for more, and I was up for the task. Lord knew my dick was. It swung painfully between my legs, hard and impatient.