She rises and places it on the kitchen island, then returns back to me and slides her fingers under the hem of my shirt, tugging it up slowly.
I lift my arms, careful not to strain the stitches on my side, and she peels it off, exposing the bandage wrapped around my ribs.
Her gaze softens for a second, but then that fire reignites.
She traces her fingertips along the edge of the gauze, light as a breath.
"I'll be gentle," she murmurs, leaning in to press her lips to my collarbone.
Her mouth is warm, soft, and I feel my cock twitch in my jeans already.
I reach for her, hands on her hips, pulling her closer.
She's wearing that simple sundress, the one that hugs her curves just right, the fabric thin enough that I can feel the heat of her body through it.
"Ingrid..." My voice comes out rough, needy.
She smiles against my skin, then steps back, grabbing the bottom of her dress and lifting it over her head in one smooth motion.
No bra, just her full breasts spilling free, nipples already hard peaks.
My eyes lock on them, and she laughs softly, a sound that sends a jolt straight to my groin. "Like what you see?"
"Fuck yes." I unbutton my jeans, shoving them down along with my boxers.
My cock springs out, hard and throbbing, the tip already leaking pre-cum.
The cool air hits it, making me hiss, but Ingrid's eyes go wide with hunger.
She drops to her knees on the floor, but I stop her. "No. Lie down first. I don't want you hurting your knees."
She shakes her head, that mischievous glint in her eye. "I'm doing the work, remember? You lie down." Her hands push at my chest gently, guiding me back until my heels hit the floor.
I lower myself carefully, the hard wood pressing into my back, a stark contrast to the softness of her body as she straddles my thighs.
The floor is unforgiving, but right now, I don't care.
Ingrid's above me, her panties the only thing between us, a scrap of lace that's already damp.
She grinds down slowly, her pussy rubbing against my cock through the fabric.
I groan, hands gripping her thighs, feeling the smooth skin tense under my fingers.
"Careful," she whispers, but her hips keep moving, teasing me with that friction.
She reaches between us, fingers wrapping around my shaft, stroking from base to tip.
Her grip is firm, just how I like it, thumb circling the head to spread the pre-cum. "God, you're so hard for me already."
"Always," I rasp, watching her.
She shifts, hooking her thumbs into her panties and sliding them off, tossing them aside.
Her pussy comes into view, shaved smooth, lips glistening with arousal.
She positions herself over me, one hand steadying my cock as she lowers just the tip inside her.
We both moan at the contact.
