“What?”
“If I wear panties, can I wear it without being with you?”
“Jesus, fuck, are you not wearing panties?”
“The man catches on,” I murmured, and his hand went immediately between my legs.
“Soaked.”
“Well, if you didn’t touch it, it wouldn’t respond.”
“Bullshit,” he retorted with a grin. “Bend over the sofa.”
“Get a towel before we start,” I ordered.
He walked into the kitchen, and I bent over the couch, sliding my skirt up over my hips and spreading my legs. He dropped two towels over the back of the sofa and smacked my bottom. “Wider.”
I spread more and gripped the arm of the couch for balance. I heard the clang of his belt as he undid it, and then he was inside of me. I groaned as he buried himself so deep, he nearly touched my womb.
Sliding his hand between my legs, he fingered my clit while he slammed into me, and I continued to hold onto the sofa. This time, his climax came before mine, and I knew this because he bit my shoulder gently and let out a grunt before his cock pulsed inside of me.
Because he was always generous, he continued to work my clit, still buried deep and I dropped my head back as a gentle but thorough orgasm rolled through me.
I swallowed, licking my lips as I leaned back against Aero. “Holy crap,” I rasped.
He kissed the nape of my neck and slid out of me, grabbing the towels and slipping one between my legs, while cleaning up with the other.
“I’m gonna need panties now,” I informed him as I held the towel against my pussy.
He grinned. “I’ll allow it.”
“Oh, you’ll allow it?”
“Yeah.” He leaned down to kiss me. “Want me to grab them?”
“No, I’m good. I’ll be right back.”
I cleaned up as quickly as I could and met Aero by the front door where he slid a coat over my shoulders and took me out on a proper date.
