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Greedily, my fingers find the hem of her shirt. The fleeting thought that it’s a delicate lace passes through my mind when I’m jerking it up over her head.
Each step back to my bed is filling with the sensation of her soft touch as the pads of her fingers skim underneath my shirt. She feels every muscle hidden beneath the fabric. It isn’t a hesitant touch.
Not like Dee’s.
I stop our kiss long enough for me to pull my white shirt over my head with my one free hand. Our naked skin touching as we collide back together in a hot messy kiss. Her hand wanders down over my jeans as we stumble farther into the room. She smiles against my lips, knowingly.
Not yet though. I’m not ready for that yet.
I’ve got to make Dee squirm.
Like a fire has been lit within me, I lift her. Her legs wrapping around my waist as she giggles against me. The hard press of my length against her core causing her breath to hitch in an uneven pattern.
Our kisses are hot, unending, while I carry her to my bed. Gingerly, I set her down on the covers letting my gaze roam over her near nakedness.
I glance at Dee too.
Her eyes are two blazing green darts that look out at me from the small hole of blankets in the nest she has herself wrapped in. God, those eyes. So fucking gorgeous.
Her tits are perfect too. Just enough to fill my hands if I ever touched her the way I want.
The way she wants.
Fuck.
I groan at the thought, the persistent thought of what it would be like if this was her instead of some chick with no name. I lean down into the girl trying to come back to this moment, not some fantasy that constantly fucks with my head.
I lean down into her, kissing every dip in her long neck. My arms stretch out behind her, knocking my football helmet that I had tossed on my there earlier from the bed.
I feel her gaze burning up my flesh with every rock of my body against the girls. Dee’s attention spirals demanding energy all through me and I fucking love when she watches me like this. She can lie all she wants but I know she thinks about me the way I think about her.
Lying the girl back, I prop myself over her smooth body. Hovering while she arches underneath me. She’s eager and ready, peeling her jeans down like it’s a race she’s about to win. I want to take in all the features that I find attractive about her but I catch myself looking back up to Dee.
She’s still staring.
That’s a good thing. I tell myself as I give her my best lazy smile.
The girl’s features disappear from my view as I kneel on the floor next to the bed. She arches into my fingers as I run them over her lace panties, drawing lines on her skin until I stop to circle her clit from over the fabric.
She’s dancing against my hand, moaning. I don’t think she notices that we have an audience. An audience whose face is turning red, whose hands are stubbornly holding onto her comforter instead of roaming over her body in the way that I’ve witnessed before when she didn’t know I was watching.
My cock throbs at the thought.
My lips press against the girl’s inner thigh, a slow smirk spreading as she lets out a long moan. She’s loud. I like it.
Because I know Dee hates it.
Sliding her panties off, I lean back over her letting my tongue swipe slowly along her wet folds, I flick the tip of it over her hot spot. Then begin lapping my tongue over her again and again until another moan escapes her. I’ve got her lying just the perfect direction that I can keep my eyes locked on Dee if I want to.
And I do.
Her full lips are parted and I’d give my last breath to hear the rasping sounds that she’s hiding away beneath those blankets. Her gaze flicks from my eyes and then lower to where I slide my tongue out fully for her, just for her to see.
But the woman on the actual receiving end also seems to like it.
The girl beneath me makes a scene like she is embarrassed by the outburst of noise, her hands fluttering up to cover her mouth while she holds in the pleasurable noises that continue to slip out. She acts like my every move is the best torture she has ever been lucky enough to receive. It likely is. I’ve had plenty of practice.
Each of my fingers curl, digging into her ass, her legs propped up over my shoulders as the grand finale of her wildly loud orgasm sweeps through her.
