It’s like she’s doing it on purpose just to torment me.
She cuts me another glare for good measure before peeling her skirt down her hips, letting it drop to the floor and stepping free of the fabric. Then she hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, but I clear my throat to get her attention, pointing a finger in her direction.
“Leave those on.”
She narrows her eyes skeptically. “Is that your kink or something?”
I swallow a groan. “You have no fucking idea.”
Ava rolls her eyes, snapping the waistband back into place. The panties are white cotton, plain but tight, and somehow hotter than anything lacy. She’s got a little thigh gap, but her hips are soft, and her ass is perfectly plump and round. I’m fucking obsessed with her body. I let my gaze linger, making my appreciation obvious.
The bra goes next, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from groaning out loud when her tits bounce free– full and perky, her little pink nipples already hardening as they’re exposed to the air. She crosses her arms over her chest to hide them, but I make a disapproving sound low in my throat thathas her dropping her arms back to her sides instantly, a flush crawling up her neck.
I just stare for a second, taking a permanent mental picture of the way she looks in nothing but knee socks and those virginal white panties. Then I lick my lips, beckoning her with a flick of my head. “C’mere, beautiful.”
She hesitates for a beat, dragging a hand through her hair, then rolls her eyes as she steps forward. She tries to saunter, but she’s too buzzed to truly pull it off, ending up swaying into my orbit instead. I grab her by the hips as soon as she’s within reach, pulling her down on top of me and shifting on the bed, positioning us so I’ve got my head on the pillow and she’s straddling my lap.
Her skin is warm against my thighs, her eyes bouncing between the sketches taped to the wall behind the bed while deliberately avoiding mine. I run my hands up her waist, feeling goosebumps rise along her ribs.
“Look at me, Ava baby.”
Her gaze drops automatically, locking with mine as she sinks further onto me. I can feel the heat of her pussy through the thin fabric between us, her breath catching when my cock twitches against her.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I groan, reaching for her boobs and squeezing them beneath my palms. “Fuck, I missed these.”
I thumb her nipples until she arches into my touch, then lift my head from the pillow to catch one in my mouth, licking a slow circle around it before taking it between my teeth. She gasps, hips jerking involuntarily, her pussy riding against the ridge of my shaft.
“You like that?” I chuckle, flicking my tongue over her other nipple before sucking it to just the edge of pain.
She moans in response, grinding harder against me.
My hands roam over her ass and down the backs of her thighs, squeezing hard enough to leave marks as she rocks over my lap. “Keep riding it, baby,” I coax, gripping onto her hips to guide her movements. “Does that feel good?”
Ava nods, eyes closed, cheeks flushed.
“Say it,” I demand.
“It’s… good,” she whispers, voice breathy and uncertain, which only makes it even hotter.
I slide one hand over, running my thumb along the inner seam of her panties. “You want more?”
She nods again, a desperate whine slipping out.
I sit up, nudge her backward, and tug my boxers down. My cock springs free, hard and leaking, the head bumping against the damp crotch of her panties. She sucks in a breath as she stares down at it, a little panicked.
“What are you doing?” she asks, voice strained.
I re-situate her on top of me, grinding the length of my bare cock against her slit with only the thin, wet cotton between us. “Just ride it,” I tell her, gripping onto her hips again and directing her movements.
The friction is insane, the heat even better. I feel her clit catch on the ridge of my cockhead, and she lets out a tiny moan, bucking her hips.
Between the view and the sensation, I’m not sure which is better. She slaps her hands against my chest for leverage, fingers splayed, her breaths coming faster as she grinds harder. I slide my own hands up to palm her tits again, rolling her nipples between my fingers, loving how her whole body tightens in response.
“Fuck, Ava baby,” I groan, catching my lower lip between my teeth. Sliding one land lower, I pull her panties to the side so I can feel her bare against me.
She startles at the sudden skin-on-skin contact, choking on a gasp as she jerks her hips up. “But Raf…”
“I know, he gets your cherry,” I grumble, wishing like hell I could just say fuck it and stick it in. “I could fuck your ass instead?” I suggest hopefully.
