He pushes it up farther, fingers brushing against the lace bralette I’m wearing. My nipples are diamond hard at the slightest touch of him.
“I like seeing what I do to you.” Troy nips at the hard peak below the fabric.
“Gah!” My hands slide down his back, pulling him into me. “So good.”
My words are moans. I want more. Everything this man will give me.
“Lift up.” Troy’s hand pulls me up as he lifts my sweater up and over my head.
His eyes rake over me.
“I knew it.” This time, his smile is cocky.
“Knew what?”
“You’d flush all over.” Looking down, I see my chest is red.
“I can’t help it if I want you.”
Troy attacks my mouth with pure lust and desire. It’s messy and wet and so damn good, I’m arching my hips up to meet his hard cock.
“You want more?” Troy pulls away, licking a path to my ear.
“Yes. I need to feel you.”
Troy sits back on his knees and undoes each button of his shirt. One slow unfastening at a time.
I’m practically drooling by the time he opens it up and slips it off his shoulders. A light dusting of hair covers his chest. Abs for days meet the V of his hips as a happy trail leads to the band of his boxers sticking out above his jeans.
“It’s unfair you look this good.” Reaching out, I track the lines of his abs. I want to commit them to memory. I don’t know what’s going to happen with the two of us, but I want to make good use of the time we do have.
“I can say the same about you, Ang.”
Troy hefts me into his arms and moves us up the bed.
I find his lips again and pull him in for another slow, long kiss. It’s lust-inducing. The only thing that matters right now is his lips on mine. Hands explore our half-naked bodies as we taste and take.
I wiggle my hips to take more of Troy. His weight is delicious as it settles in the perfect spot. The way his cock settles against my pussy—even with layers of fabric between—hits just right.
“Too many clothes,” I whine.
“So demanding.” Troy nips at my ear before moving his hands up my body. This time, he pushes the lace of my bra up and over my head. “Fuck, Angie.”
He palms his cock through his jeans as he takes me in.Troy opens the button of his jeans and flicks down the zipper. When he takes his dick out, I have no doubt my face matches his.
Want. Need. Fire.
“See what you do to me?” He gives himself a long stroke. “You are so fucking sexy, Ang.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
Sitting up, I wrap my hand around his own and feel the hard steel. Troy has the perfect boyfriend dick. Not too small, not too big. I cannot wait to feel it inside me.
He pulls his hand away as I play with him. Precum is leaking from the head. I run my thumb through it and rub it down him. Troy throws his head back in pleasure as I lazily jack him off.
“I could get off just like this,” he moans.
“I’d like to see that.”
