She’s so soft.
All curves.
I want to drown in her.
“Zach?”
Blinking, I look at her.
She gulps. “Can you do something?”
“Sure.”
“It’s kinda hot you staring at me like I’m a T-bone steak and you’ve been on a juice cleanse for a month, but can we even things up here?”
My reply is to toss off my hoodie and throw it on the floor.
That earns me another gulp.
Then, I work on my own jeans, rearing off the couch and kicking my boots then the denim off.
When I’m naked, she babbles, “Wow.”
My hand drops to my dick. I don’t bother jacking off yet, because if I do, just the sight of her like this is enough to trigger a second explosion.
Instead, I drop to my knees on the floor this time, and I tug on her calves until she’s nearer to the edge of the couch.
She shrieks but doesn’t argue or stop me from manhandling her. She studies me with those big brown eyes that have turned me to mush my whole life. Before, it was as a friend, but this is a world away from that.
Widening her thighs, I create a space for myself between them, then sigh as I take her in.
“God, you have a pretty pussy.”
“Shut up!”
Her cheeks are glowing again, but I arch a brow at her.
“Can we at least agree that I’d be the one who’d know?”
“As much of a jerk thing to say as that is, yes.”
I nod. “So, say it with me. ‘Denny has a pretty pussy.’”
She tries to kick me, but I field it off with a wolfish smile.
“Can’t wait to taste you,” I croon.
“You’re going to…”
“Eat you out? Yes.”
“Zach!”
“What? I’ll fuck you with my tongue too?—”
“Oh, god.” Her hand covers her face but she peeps at me through her fingers so I know she’s torn between embarrassment and enjoyment. Something she confirms when she arches her back, pelvis rocking forward and legs spreading even more.
“You’re so fucking wet, D. Is that all for me?”
