Amy’s fingers dipped into the waistband of my jeans as she smiled up at me. “First, we have to get you naked.”
My cock jerked behind my zipper.
This was one hell of a way to come home after work. Never in my life would I have expected it.
While Wolfe watched and I tried to remember to breathe, Amy unhooked my belt buckle, then unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. When I went to toe off my boots, she stopped me. She knelt on the floor in front of me and my stomach muscles tightened in anticipation.
I watched as she tugged and pulled on my boots until they gave way, then she dumped them on the floor beside the chair. Once those were out of the way, she yanked my jeans and boxers down my hips, over my thighs, then to the floor. Before I knew what she was going to do, Amy pushed me and I fell back into the chair with a grunt.
She laughed. “Wolfe’s a little dominant,” Amy noted. “In case you haven’t noticed.”
I chuckled, my gaze straying to Wolfe. The man was sitting on the couch, his eyes focused on the two of us, heat making the dark green glitter.
With my dick hanging out, Amy pushed my shirt up and instructed me to remove it.
I did.
Then she leaned in and kissed my stomach, trailing her lips down, down…
“Holy Jesus,” I rasped when she took me in her mouth. “Such a sweet mouth.”
She teased me for long minutes, licking me like a lollipop, then sucking me as deep as she could. She was still hesitant, but there was significantly more confidence in her movements. She’d obviously paid attention to what I liked and she was implementing her new skills.
“Lower,” I urged, reaching down and pressing my cock to my belly.
Amy looked at me, uncertainty in her eyes.
“Lick my balls,” I told her.
When she leaned down, her tongue gliding over my ball sac, I hissed.
“Suck them into your mouth. Easy though.”
She did as I instructed, her hand curling around my cock while she slurped and laved my balls.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned, leaning farther into the chair as she continued to torture me with her sweet fucking mouth.
If she kept that up, I was going to come.
As though reading my mind, Amy stopped. She lifted her head and crawled up my body until she was straddling me. Her mouth covered mine, and I cupped the back of her head, my other hand grabbing her ass as I pulled her closer, my cock pressing against the denim between her thighs. I swiveled my hips, intensifying the friction on my dick. Amy realized what I was doing and helped me along by mirroring my movements.
I liked this feisty woman. I liked her innocence and the sassy woman beneath that sweet exterior. She was a perfect blend of both.
When she pulled back, both of us breathing hard, I had to rein in the urge to take control.
“What did Wolfe do next?” I questioned, watching her.
Without a word, Amy crawled off of me, toed off her boots, then stripped off her jeans before turning to Wolfe. I glanced over to see him watching us intently. The heat burning in those emerald-green eyes could be felt from across the room.
“Naked,” Wolfe instructed.
“You kept your clothes on,” she countered, her voice raspy.
“Yeah. But you look a hell of a lot better naked than I do.”
In my opinion, they both looked damn fine naked.
Amy quickly disposed of her shirt, panties, and bra while we both watched her raptly. As though she’d expected him to have it, Amy held out her hand and Wolfe tossed her a condom, then she turned her attention back to me.
