“Good.” I circle her clit, and she moans. “I want you thinking about me and wet for me all the time.”
I add a second finger, and her head falls back. She's so tight and hot and ready that my cock is straining painfully against my zipper. I need to be inside her. Now.
“Take me out,” I command.
Her hands fumble with my belt and zipper, pulling my cock free. She wraps her fingers around me and strokes, her thumb circling the head where I'm already leaking.
“You're so hard,” she breathes.
“That's what you do to me, baby.”
She positions herself over me and sinks down slowly, taking me inch by inch. The angle is perfect for my knee, all the work on her while I sit back and enjoy the view.
“Ride me,” I tell her. “Take what you need.”
Her hands grip my shoulders for balance, and her breasts bounce with each movement, still contained by her work polo.
“Take this off,” I say, tugging at the fabric. “I want to see you.”
She pulls the polo over her head and reaches back to unhook her bra. Her breasts spill free, and I immediately cup them in my hands, thumbing her nipples until they're hard peaks.
“So fucking beautiful.” I lean forward and take one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard while she rides me. “These tits are going to kill me.”
She moans and increases her pace, her hips snapping against mine. I can tell she's close by the way her walls are fluttering around my cock and the desperate sounds she's making.
“Touch yourself,” I order. “Rub your clit while you fuck yourself on my cock. I want to watch you come.”
Her hand slides between us, and her fingers find her clit. She circles it frantically, her movements becoming erratic as the pleasure builds.
I grip her hips and help her move, thrusting up to meet her despite the protest from my knee.
Her body convulses around me, and she screams my name. I'm right there with her, both of us lost to the wave of pleasure crashing over us. I groan her name into her neck as my release pulses through me.
She collapses against my chest, and we sit still, trying to catch our breath.
“We made a mess of your couch,” she mumbles against my neck.
“Worth it.”
She laughs and lifts her head to look at me. “I really do need to go change now.”
“Five more minutes.”
“Ethan.”
“Two more minutes.”
She rolls her eyes but settles back against my chest. I hold her close and let the contentment wash over me. Today was hard, but that’s all in the past. “What time is Avery picking you up?”
“In about an hour.” She traces circles on my chest. “She's bringing Harper too. The girls are arriving together.”
“So I'll see you there.”
“You'll see me there.” She lifts her head and smiles. “Try not to stare too much. People might notice.”
“No promises.” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “What are you wearing?”
“The yellow dress..”
