“Be serious,” she said, pushing at my chest.
I caught her wrist, smiling as I brought it to my lips. “I’d never joke about what got my dick hard.”
“You’re so full of yourself.”
“Mm, I’d rather be full of you,” I said, pausing before we both burst out laughing. “Uh, not like that.”
Cleo bit her lip. “Maybe later then.”
I wasn’t sure that was going to be up my alley in any sense of the word, but maybe a bit down the road? Sure. I’d give it a try. I wasn’t too proud. “Maybe later,” I agreed. “But for now, lift your hips a bit so I can reach between us.”
She did as I asked, and it was the sweetest relief and also the greatest torture. Part of me wanted to pull her back down and let her have her way. It must have felt good for her, too. But we needed to be smart about this. Eventually, we’d need to return to our parents, and I didn’t really know how to explain jizz stains to my mom right before I went off to college.
I reached for the button of my jeans, but Cleo beat me to it, tugging gently to loosen it. Before I knew what was happening,she guided the zipper down and reached inside to palm my length through my boxers.
“Bluebird,” I breathed as she gave me one long tug. She flicked her gaze between my face and my dick, licking her lips and letting out a shaky exhale as she did it again. “You’re not gonna get to watch if you keep this up.”
“Right,” she said, shaking her head.
My hand took the place of hers as she ran her fingers along her thighs. She stopped at the hem of her dress, hesitating only a moment before pulling the fabric up and revealing her perfect body inch by torturous inch.
This was the first time I was seeing my girlfriend naked, and she was fucking beautiful.
The other times we’d messed around, it’d been through frantic touches beneath clothes so it would be easy to right if we were caught. We’d never had the luxury of nakedness, and honestly, I might not have made the move if she hadn’t done it first.
Her dress fell to the ground, making a soft sound that might as well have been a loud, resounding bang that stole all the breath from my lungs. I didn’t say anything for a moment. How could I when she was kneeling above me in nothing but her underwear?
“Is this okay?” she asked nervously. Her body curved in slightly, as if she were about to grab the fabric and hide for being so bold.
It was taking everything in me not to come right here and now after one stroke. If she wanted to watch, I wanted to try to make it good for her. “It’s perfect,” I breathed. “You’re perfect. Jesus, Cleo.”
She lit up under my praise, scooting back just a bit so she could see me better. “I like my view, too.”
Her gaze flicked down my hand, lips parted as I gave myself one long drag. I did it again and watched her breasts swell on aragged breath. She said she wanted to watch me to find out what I liked, and I realized I felt the same way.
Cleo couldn’t hide a damn bit of her excitement each time I worked myself. From the goosebumps that cropped up as she ran her hands along her body to the way she moaned with each gentle pluck of her nipples, I realized how reactive she was to the things I did. The way it excited her beyond anything else we’d done.
It was too much. All too damn much. With a muffled groan, I came all over my hand like I was back in my bedroom with a hard-on that wouldn’t go the hell away. “Shit,” I sighed. “I’m sorry. That probably wasn’t as hot as you were thinking it would be. I swear I can last longer.”
At least, I fucking hoped I could. It’d be embarrassing if that was going to be my legacy.
But any doubts bled away as I looked at Cleo’s lust-drunk face. “Are you kidding me?” she asked, reaching over and tossing me a blanket so I could clean myself off. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Way better than the porn I found.”
“You watched porn?” I asked, laughing.
She ducked away but nodded. “Yeah. One of the girls at school was passing it around.”
I smiled. “You really are a little bit kinky, bluebird.”
“Shut up and kiss me,” she said before moving toward me.
I was all too aware of the fact the only thing separating us was the thin fabric of her underwear. Especially as she dragged herself against me, showing me exactly how much she liked watching. “You’re soaked,” I rasped between kisses.
“It feels strange,” Cleo said, pulling back slightly. “Obviously, I’ve been turned on before when we’ve done other things, but,” she paused, “This feels different.”
Yeah, it did. Probably not in the way it did for her, but even my body could sense something was happening. I wasn’t gettingmyself off to scratch an itch like normal, or to make sure I wasn’t going to pitch a tent in my shorts when I walked out to breakfast with my parents.
I was acutely aware that this was about more than me and my needs. This was about making Cleo feel as good as I possibly could. “Can I see you?” I asked hesitantly, gazing down her body to her center. “All of you?”
