Can’t help but smile. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She climbs onto my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck as she straddles me. “I definitely need some stress relief.”
“I just so happen to be very good at that.” I curl my hands around her waist. Run them up her sides so that my thumbs brush her breasts. “Any relief in particular you need?”
Tossing her hair aside, she throws off my hat and leans in to bite my earlobe. “You know the kind I like.”
Fuck yeah, I do.
I kiss her mouth. Then I grab her waist again and toss her onto her back on the cushions. She laughs, a light, breathless sound as I pull off her tennis shoes. Without hesitating, I yank down her leggings, sucking in a breath when I see that she’s not wearing panties. Her pussy is achingly small and soft-looking.
“You go commando often?”
“Only when I forget to put on underwear.”
I chuckle, my dick thickening in my jeans. “Why would you ever forget to do that, Ava? Do you just have two full-time jobs, plus a tiny terrorist—I mean angel—living in your house?”
She laughs again, and my heart skips. “Two jobs?”
“I don’t gotta tell you being a parent is a whole other full-time gig.”
“It’s my hardest gig by far.” Her eyes flash when I pull her leggings off her feet. “But also the best.”
I hike her leg over my shoulder, spreading her open as I fall onto my belly, pushing up onto my forearms and knees so I’m on all fours. Good thing this couch is oversize, allowing us both to fit on the cushions. “Stressful.”
“So stressful.” She digs her hands into my hair. I slide my hands underneath her ass, giving it a quick squeeze. “Thank God for coffee.”
“That what we’re calling this now?” I lick her clit, an unhurried stroke of tongue. “Coffee?”
Her eyes flutter shut. “I live for caffeine.”
I hum my assent against her pussy. She tastes exactly how I remember, sweet and earthy and perfect. “The buzz is the best.”
“It really i—oh.” Her breath catches when I move my tongue lower.
“Holy shit, pretty girl, you’re wet.” I lap her up. My dick goes full salute. “Really wet.”
She bites her lip, opening her eyes. They’re heavy-lidded, hazy with lust. “Told you your little wave was a turn-on.”
“I didn’t know I had that kinda power. I wave to a lot of people.”
“Then you’re probably the reason sex toy sales have skyrocketed in Hartsville.”
That makes me grin. I use my tongue to spread her arousal onto her clit. “It’s on our Wikipedia page:Hartsville has more vibrators per capita than anywhere else in Texas.”
Ava shuts her eyes again, rolling her hips against my mouth. “Hot cowboys plus backward hats equals—yeah, lots of fun with toys.”
“Or tongues.” I press the flat of mine against her clit. Then I angle my head so I can swipe my tongue through her slit, a quick, front-to-back motion that has her hips punching off the couch.
Her grip on my hair tightens. “Yours is magic.”
“You do seem”—I suck on her clit—“much more relaxed.”
She bends her knees, putting both her feet on my shoulders. I pull my hands out from underneath her ass and put one on her stomach, pushing up her shirt. I splay my fingers so that I’m able to thumb her clit while I slip my tongue inside her entrance, holding her hips down while I work.
She moans, her knees falling apart. Her pussy flutters around my tongue. She’s getting close.
Glancing to the side, I notice the little tattoo on her ankle. “What’s that?”
