My lips trail a hot path down her neck. The V-neck T-shirt she’s wearing clings to her every curve.
“Troy…” Angie’s voice is a moan as she walks us backward to her bed.
“God, I’ve missed you.”
“Me too.” She hooks a finger behind my belt and pulls me closer to her. “I’m so glad I came back early.”
Grasping her chin, I turn her eyes to mine. “Did your dads give you a hard time?”
She shakes her head. “No. And I don’t want to talk about them right now.”
A wicked smile curls the corner of my mouth. “How about no talking then?”
“How will I tell you what I want?”
Grabbing the back of my shirt, I pull it up and over my head. Angie’s eyes widen with lust as they rake over my bare chest. Those eyes of hers always give her away.
Her whole body, really.
Because with one move, I know exactly what she needs. I’m a quick study, learning everything she likes and dislikes and knowing exactly how to amp up her pleasure to new heights.
Making Angie come might be one of my favorite things in the world.
“I have a feeling I’ll be okay.”
Angie leans back onto her bed, situating herself in the middle. It’s already dark outside. The overhead light in her room doesn’t do much for us.
Doesn’t bother me in the least. I know Angie’s body like the back of my hand. Could map every detail, every nip and curve, with my eyes closed.
Closing the distance between the two of us, I settle my weight over her and reclaim her mouth.
Her lips are pliable under mine. Angie is just as eager as I am for this if her kiss has anything to say about it. We’re both grappling for control. Warm, soft hands trail over my skin, sending zings to my cock.
She wants to get in on the action, but I have to wait. I want to take my time with Angie. Her kisses are intoxicating. I can’t get enough. I could lie here and make out with her all night and it’d be enough.
Except for tonight. Tonight, I need every part of her she’ll give me.
Pushing up onto my knees, I settle between her open legs. Her kiss-swollen lips are pouting up at me.
“Why’d you stop?”
“Because you have on far too many clothes for my liking, Ang.”
Angie sits up and pulls her own shirt over her head, dropping it onto the floor next to her bed. Deft fingers unfasten her bra and it follows the same path.
Her dark nipples are already hard. I love seeing what I do to this woman. I drag a single fingertip over one hard peak before twisting it between my fingers.
“Are you already wet for me too?” I whisper.
“Why don’t you find out?”
“Such a tease.” I smile down at her before laying her back on the bed. Those gorgeous tits of hers will have to wait.
I make quick work of her jeans. There’s a wet spot on the cotton of her underwear that I drag a finger through.
“I love that I make you like this.”
“How do you make me?”
