She cries out like she’s basically on the verge of an orgasm just from one little tease to her breasts, and yes—yes—I need to be inside her.
It takes more effort than it should to flip her onto her back, peeling her tank top the rest of the way off as I go. She wriggles beneath me, legs spread wide and keeping me from easily tugging off her leggings, while she unbuttons my jeans and slides my zipper down.
My cock springs semifree, still held in check by my boxer briefs, butChrist, it’s a relief to not be trapped in denim anymore.
“Help me here, Maisey,” I grunt, still unable to get her pants down.
She pulls her knees to her chest, yanks, does some acrobatic thing beneath me, and suddenly she’s completely naked and exposed and open to me.
I swallow. Then swallow again.
She’s so fucking gorgeous.
Long neck. That tattoo. Round breasts tipped with deep-rose nipples. Soft belly. Trim hips and strong thighs. Light brown curls covering her pussy. A scar near her ribs that I know she got from getting whacked with a two-by-four, because yes, I saw that episode of her show. The shimmer of stretch marks lit by the fire, more evidence of just how strong and capable she is, how much she’slived.
“Fuck me,” I whisper.
She reaches into my boxer briefs, pulls out my cock, grips it in both hands, and strokes, then cups my balls and squeezes. Goose bumps erupt all over my body.
“Maisey—” I can’t finish.
My voice is too hoarse, and I don’t want to do anything to interrupt the sensations that come with her hands stroking and cradling me.
“Mine,” she says, squeezing harder on her next stroke.
Hers.
Allhers.
I should touch her. Kiss her. Bury my face between her thighs and lick her until she’s screaming my name.
But all I can do while she explores and teases my cock is close my eyes, drop my head, and breathe while I try not to collapse on top of her.
“I am so wet right now,” she whispers.
I’m still wearing my boots. My jeans are hanging open but still covering most of my ass. My breath is ragged, and it’s taking every ounce of control to not come all over her belly. “Maisey—”
“Condom?”
I grit my teeth. “Back pocket.”
She rolls my balls together one more time before stroking her hand over my hip to my ass, which she squeezes before digging into my back pocket.
“A whole roll, hmm?” she murmurs.
My eyes are still closed, but I can see her smile.
“Otim—oppom—optimist,” I finally force out.
“You like me touching you.”
“Feels—so—good.”
“You feel so good in my hands. I have to know how you feel inside me.” Foil tears, and then she’s stroking me again, this time to roll the condom down my length.
Instinct takes over as soon as she’s done, and she gasps as I push deep inside her.
“Can’t—slow,” I grunt.
