They’re all going to have to go soon, but first things first.
Snaking my hands up under her Bears jersey, I trail my fingersalong her smooth back, and then I unsnap her bra.
“Is this all right?” I breathe against her lips.
“Uh-huh,” she gasps.
“I want to see,” I whisper.
“So take it off, Lennox, and look.”
Damn.
That’s my invitation, so, leaning back against the sofa, I adeptly lift her jersey over her head and toss it aside. Her bra is hanging loose, exposing most of her beautiful, supple breasts.
But when I say I want to see, I mean more than this.
So slowly, oh-so-slowly, my fingertips touching her so gently that she closes her eyes and groans, I peel away her bra from her beautiful body.
“Fuck,” I can’t help but blurt out once it’s tossed aside.
Her breasts are perfection.
I need to touch them, taste them, and suck on those pert pink nipples.
I guess I just said all that out loud, seeing as Madison groans, “I want you to do all of those things too.”
“Well, then,” I murmur with a chuckle, “your wish is my command.”
But as I go to dive in, she pushes me back, tsking. “Uh-uh-uh. Your shirt needs to go, too, my friend. It’s only fair, you know?”
Damn, she’s right.
She leans back, and I whip off my long-sleeved tee with record fucking speed.
Raising a brow, I ask, “Good?”
I see admiration in her eyes as she checks out my smooth, defined chest.
Licking her lips, she says, “Mmmm, this is better, yes. But…there’s one more thing.”
“What?”
“This.” Leaning in, she brushes her nipples over my chest, making me suck in a breath.
“Fuck.”
“It feels good, huh?” she purrs.
“Perfect.”
“And what about this?” she asks as she completely presses against me, her little hips moving, her core grinding once again on my cock.
“Don’t stop,” I rasp.
Her bare skin on mine is so soft and warm. I bet other parts of her are soft and warm too.
I need to know. With one fast and fluid move, I lift her off my lap and have her lying underneath me on the sofa in a flash.
