Page 71 of Playing With Love

Naked.

That one word was all that was needed for my mind to wander back to Liza in bed. Full, pretty tits that were more than a handful but not overly large, tipped with nipples that made my mouth water for a taste. Soft belly, toned thighs, great ass, all of which I’d touched, licked, and kissed and was ready to sign my soul to the devil for another taste.

Yeah, she was correct, this wasn’t going to work if she continued to undress in the middle of the night.

“Tucker.” My name came out in a breathy whoosh of breath.

“Move, baby, so I can get dressed.”

“I woke up naked,” she huffed.

“Yeah, you did, and the memory of that is seared into my memory in a way I know will remain fresh for a good long while. So, maybe you cut me some slack, stop reminding me I woke up with you naked and wrapped around me, and let me put on some clothes before my dick makes it known the self-induced orgasm wasn’t to its satisfaction.”

Liza’s eyes rounded then narrowed.

“You jerked off in the shower?”

Jesus fuck, this was not helping.

“Would you’ve preferred I stayed in bed next to you?” A pretty blush stole over her cheeks, her breathing increased, the air in the room seemed to come alive. Unmistakable desire danced in her eyes. “Tell me, baby, is that what you want? Next time I wake up with you naked, lying on me with your tits on my chest, you want to stay wrapped around me while I take care of myself? Or should I take care of you first? Pull your panties off, bury my face between your legs, get you off with my mouth before I stroke off?”

Her gaze dropped to the towel, traveled back up, and when our eyes met I had my answer.

Unmasked, blatant need.

“It was pretty selfish of you to leave me cold and lonely in bed.”

Liza didn’t do seduction, not in the way most women tried to seduce a man. She didn’t need to. Her charms were natural. Unpracticed. Real. The woman was sexy without trying.

“Sorry, sweetheart, you’re right. That was selfish of me. How about I make it up to you?”

One of her eyebrows lifted.

A sexy taunt that was going to mean I’d endure more torture before we left the room.

“Slip your panties off and get on the bed.”

I waited what felt like fifty-two lifetimes before her hands went under the hem of her shirt and she shimmied her pink panties down her legs. My eyes followed the material down. For some reason I couldn’t place and didn’t know why, but seeing her panties pooled around her ankles had a rush of desire-filled adrenaline hitting my gut.

“Bed.” I’d been reduced to one-syllable demands.

Liza kicked her panties to the side and as she was walking to the bed, I made a mental note to reverse my commands in the future so when I had my tongue in her pussy her panties would be hooked around her ankles. Or I’d keep them mid-thigh so they trapped her legs and stretched the elastic. I wasn’t so lost in my fantasy I missed her put a knee to the bed, presenting me with her bare ass.

“Keep that shit up, Liza, and find yourself filled with more than my fingers.”

She glanced over her shoulder, smirked, and crawled farther on the mattress before she dropped to her hip and rolled to her back.

“Spread.”

Without hesitation, she spread.

My mouth watered.

“Lose the towel.”

“Lose the shirt,” I volleyed.

Just as I knew she would, she denied my request.