“I don’t care. I’d want to put my face there if you had a jungle.”
She laughs and her breasts bounce in such an enticing way, I have to reach out and grab them. “Christ, you have great tits. I’ve been obsessed with them since they streaked across my window.”
Her small hand runs across my arms and chest. Down my stomach. Until it cups my hard-on. “If we’re making confessions, did you deliberately jump rope this morning in gray sweatpants? Because I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I’ve been replaying that in my head all day.”
She likes me in gray sweats? Noted.
Groaning as she strokes me through the thin pajama bottoms, I grab her wrist. “I need to make you come first before you do that or this evening will get cut short.”
She frowns. “I need to warn you about something.”
My back stiffens. “What’s up?” Maybe she’s changed her mind. I take a deep breath, hoping I don’t have to jerk off in the bathroom.
“It’s hard for me to come.”
That’s not what I was expecting her to say. “Hard as in you can’t get yourself there on your own? Or hard as in no one else has gotten you there?”
“The latter.”
Ezra really is a tool.
I kiss her forehead. “That sounds like a challenge, baby, and I love challenges. Oh, and I finally figured out what those rabbit ears were for.” Her face gets that adorable blush, and I drag my thumb over her smooth cheek. “Let’s see if I can do a better job than your vibrator.”
Chuckling at her expression, I tip her back until she sits on the bed. “Slide back, but keep your ass near the edge.”
She does what I ask, but frowns. “Like this?”
“Now lie down.”
Demurely, she keeps her legs together after she reclines. Sweet, beautiful girl.
Kneeling in front of her, I pat my shoulders. “Up here.”
“Up here what?”
“Put your feet up here.”
Her eyes widen comically. “What?”
I’m going about this all wrong. It’s been a while, and I’m obviously rusty at this whole seduction thing.
“Relax. If you don’t like something, tell me.” Reaching down, I grab her dainty ankle and raise it to my mouth where I kiss and nibble her skin. I drag my mouth up her calf. Up her knee. Up her smooth thigh.
Glancing up, I catch my breath. Because she’s so fucking gorgeous. Chest heaving. Nipples hard and pointed to the ceiling. Damp hair a messy tangle across her bed.
I dip my face between her thighs and lick across her swollen flesh. Then I wrap my arm under her other thigh. Both of her feet automatically rest along my shoulders, opening her. Fortunately, her bedside lamp is on, so I can see her sweet little pussy. It’s puffy and pink and glistening.
With one finger, I drag the tip through the wetness. She sucks in a breath and arches her back when I graze her clit.
“Remember, you have to be quiet. No screaming.”
She glances down at me. “I’ve never screamed during sex.”
“Yet.” Ezra obviously didn’t know what the fuck he was doing.
The dubious expression on her face is another challenge, one I fully expect to win. Maybe not tonight because I’d rather not wake up Hazel, but at some point, I aim to get Abby Dawson screaming my name.
I lick around her swollen clit, and her legs tighten around my head. Smiling, I widen her legs again before I take slow laps up her slit. “You taste so good, buttercup.”
