“Not one fucking thing.” I spanned her sweet ass with my two hands. “This ass, babe ... it’s utter perfection. I could just play here all night.” The loose dress slithered down her legs to pool at her feet. “But then I’d miss out on other fun. Your body, baby, is like fantasy land for me. I don’t know which ride I want to take first.”
“I love how you touch me.” She sounded a little strangled. “So whatever you decide to do is fine with me.”
“Step out of your dress. No, wait a minute.” I hooked my fingers over the sides of her panties and eased them down over her thighs, her knees and her calves until they fell over her dress. “Okay.Nowstep out of your dress.”
I helped her do it, so that she didn’t get hung up on anything and trip. My heart was pounding so hard, it thundered in my ears. She was naked in front of me, dressed only in her heels, like a wet-dream come to incredible Technicolor life.
I ran my hands down her legs and then back up to her hips before I pressed a kiss to each cheek of her ass. “Spread these gorgeous legs, babe. Open up to me.
Tasha parted her legs, glancing over her shoulder to look down at me. “Should I take off my shoes?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely not. Keep them on.” I slipped my hand between her legs, hissing out a breath when my fingers slid over her slick folds. “God, babe. You’re so wet. So fucking wet for me.”
She arched her back and spoke in a strained voice. “I’ve been wet all day, whenever I think of you. When I thought about what we might do tonight. And when I remembered you kissing me last weekend. You did this to me.”
Her words made me feel powerful and awed at the same time. “Every time I think of you, I get hard. So fucking hard. Every night this week, I jerked off remembering that kiss ... and imagining what might happen tonight.”
“But now we don’t have to wonder or imagine, because we’re both right here.” Reaching back, she rubbed her fingers over the top of my head. “Your fingers are on me. God, that feels so good.”
“You feel amazing,” I mumbled. It was uninspired, but it was all that I could come up with just now, since all the blood in my body had relocated due south. “I want you to come like this, Tasha. Relax into my fingers ... let them be all you feel. Focus on the feel of me against your clit.” I pressed the small swollen nub. “And my fingers sliding into your tight pussy.” I thrust two fingers inside her, and she cried out, riding my hand with shameless need. Each keening moan and each buck of her body went straight to my cock, which strained against the zipper of my pants.
“Derek ... God, God, God, God ... Oh, God ... I’m going to come. I’m coming so hard.” She ground down on me, and her channel tightened around my fingers as she climaxed. I stayed with her, stroking and caressing, until she slumped and teetered forward.
“Whoa there, babe.” I clamored to my feet and wrapped one arm around her waist. “I got you.”
“Good.” She sounded breathless. “Because I’m pretty sure standing is no longer an option.”
“Let’s take care of that, then.” I lifted her into my arms. “Bedroom?”
Tasha’s eyes flew open as she looked up at me. “Derek—your back. Be careful. You shouldn’t be lifting me.”
“Babe, you weigh less than a feather. I’m okay, really. See, I had this talented physical therapist who helped me get through the last part of my healing process, and now I can do just about anything I want ... including kneeling down between her legs to get her off and picking her up to take her to bed.” I brushed a kiss over her red curls. “Now point me in the right direction.”
“At the end of the hallway.” She rested her head on my chest. “Hey, Derek. How come I’m naked and you still have on all your clothes?”
I grinned. “Because me getting naked is the start of act two.” I nudged open the door to her room and laid her on the mattress.
She pushed up onto her elbows and looked at me. “That’s the best opener I can imagine. Take off your clothes ... slowly. I want to watch you.”
“I think that can be arranged.” I began unbuttoning my shirt before I tugged it from the waistband of my pants.
“I love your arms.” She tilted her head, a small smile playing on her lips. “You just seem so powerful. Like there’s nothing you couldn’t do.”
I stripped off the shirt and dropped it onto the floor before I toed off my shoes and removed my socks. “I hope that you think the same thing when you see other parts, too.”
“We won’t know if you don’t show me.” She was sassy, and I loved that. “Lose those pants, mister.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I undid the button and eased down the zipper. My dick was pushing out of the boxer briefs I wore, dying to come out and join the party. I let the pants drop down, kicked them away and then slowly, so fucking slowly, I took off the boxers so that I stood naked in front of her.
Her eyes were molten, and when she licked her lips, I almost came right there.
“Come here.” Her voice was raspy. “Stand close to the bed.”
I obeyed, mesmerized by the look on her face. When my knees bumped into the mattress, she crawled over to me and wrapped one hand around my jutting erection.
“Oh, sweet holy God,” I groaned. “Babe. Your hands on me ... better than I dreamed.”
“You like my hands, huh?” She pumped me a few times, swiping her thumb over the head, where a drop of pre-cum had beaded. “Just my hands? Or ...” She folded her body forward. “Does this work, too?”
