I said with a scowl.
I licked my lips, allowed my attention to travel from his face to his hard-on, twirled one of my minibraids.
He barked out a laugh.
I laughed, too, before turning serious eyes on him and scooting closer so that our bare thighs touched. I cupped his balls, tugging them upward, then ran my fingers along the underside of his dick until the breath hissed from between those pillowy lips of his.
I told him boldly.
He hissed another inhale through clenched teeth.
His hot stare trailed from my face, down my body, pausing on my tits and then the lacy bit of thong between my legs, before landing on the way I teased his dick.
Admiring how I stroked him, he asked,
His stare was still on my hands, on his dick.
He breathed in, then out. A shudder raced along his body before he jumped into motion so swiftly it startled me.
Suddenly, I was flat on my back, my legs opening automatically for him as if they’d been doing it for eons. My camisole was hiked above my tits so that they were right in his face, and his fingers were sinking under the band of my thong.
he grumbled, though his actions suggested the exact opposite.
I tugged his hips against mine and ground against him, a scrap of insignificant lace against smooth shaft.
The veins in his neck bulged. His shoulder muscles strained as he seemed to use all his self-restraint to hold back.
I finished.
We probably should have waited. I maybe should have agreed and let us take it slow. There was no repeating our first time—unless we were rebooted by lying assholes, of fucking course.
But my body was shouting at me to get what I wanted, and so much had been out of my control lately that waiting felt somehowlike a loss. Living wild and free felt like the only kind of win I could get.
This wasus. Whatwewanted. Nothing to do with anyone else.
His hips were already lined up with mine. I guided his dick between my thighs, slid the scrap of red lace to one side, and notched his tip at my throbbing, hot entrance.
His eyes leapt to mine, a question obviously forming on his lips.
I didn’t give him the chance to voice it.
I brought a hand to either of his hips … and pushed him inside me.
