“Yeah. Can you keep it on?”
If he’s into it, that’s kind of sexy. “Yeah.” I snap my bra off, his eyes dilating more as he drinks me in, head to toe. “Nothing but this skirt?”
“Yeah…” He draws out the word.
My clothes handled, I want him stripped now too. I grab his shirt, and he snaps out of his haze enough to get my meaning. All of his clothes are gone within sixty seconds, including his shorts and boxers in a pool on the floor.
He takes a seat back on the bed, his dick bouncing at full-delectable-mast. He’s looking at me like he’s dying to make a move but isn’t sure what I want now that we’re at this stage.
I help answer that question.
“Do you have condoms? If not, I have some in my purse.”
He swallows, and then nods. “I do.”
Leaning over to his nightstand, he pulls a new box out of the drawer. He fumbles a bit to open it, which would be cute if I wasn’t so turned on, but eventually gets a wrapper ready for us.
I debate how to start. But knowing he wants me to keep the skirt on…
I come over to him and wrap my arms around his neck.
“Ready for me?” I whisper into his ear, kissing him lightly on the temple and the side of his face.
His mouth is on my nipple almost at the same time, his arms reaching around my back, and he hums in response. I take that as a yes.
“Scoot back on the bed a bit,” I say softly, and he does it without letting his hands drop. With the extra room, I climb on so I’m straddling him.
Now that he sees my vision, his eyes spark, and he straightens upright. “Hot, Avie.”
I flip my skirt up to complete the setup, his face appreciating the move, and push my now-aching pussy against his hard cock. Skin on skin.
“Damn,” he says, less in control this time. His hands fall back down to my ass, helping me as I rock my clit against his erection.
It feels insanely good, and I repeat the move. “Oh god, yes.”
Rawley’s eyes rove over my body—from my boobs, which are bouncing to the movement, to where I’m rubbing against him.
“Fuck me,” he drawls as he looks to my bunched-up leather shirt. “You’re so perfect.”
I roll against him for a little longer, but then it feels like we’re both too close to keep going like this. After I still, he seems to understand. “Condom?”
I smile and grab the loose one. He opens his hand as if I should pass it to him, but I shake my head.
I open it and put it on his cock, and he hisses at the contact.
“You’re pushing my limits, Avie.”
“Oh yeah, how about this?” I say low, then sink down on him.
The first two inches have us both cursing again, but soon words are lost to us entirely.
He holds on to my hips as my wetness and gravity help fit more of him inside me, and it’s overwhelming. I feelsofull.
His eyes go black, and he tries to speak again. “Avie, you riding me like this, being inside you—it’s the best fucking thing.”
Then I start moving, his hands helping guide me, his own hips pumping up.
It takes a few rounds, but then we find a rhythm, and my pleasure explodes. We’re at an angle where my clit keeps hitting his body, so no wonder. I can feel little flutters starting inside.
