He deposited her on the bed and came down on top of her, his biceps bulging as he balanced himself on them while his lips attacked hers.
She still had her legs around his waist and was tilting her hips up and grinding away.
If she didn’t stop soon, she was going to come, and didn’t want that this way.
“You need to slow down,” he said. “I’ve been thinking of this for weeks. Shit, no, since the first night I saw you.”
“Really?” she asked. Did her voice get all soft? That’d be a first.
“Yeah,” he said. One large hand moved to the outside of her thigh, sliding up and under her athletic shorts. They were tiny and on the wide side around her legs. “You wore these for easy access didn’t you?”
“I thought you might like sporty girls,” she said, laughing.
“I like you,” he said. “It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing, but I can tell you right now, I want to see you wearing nothing at all.”
His finger had moved around the front of her thigh, then her inner thigh, under the edge of her panty and teasing her heat.
He’d get just close enough to feel how wet she was and then sneak back.
Like dipping his toe in cold water before he took the plunge.
Plunge me, baby, plunge me,she wanted to shout.
But his mouth was crushing hers again.
She was going to have to take matters into her own hands.
Literally.
Her hands slid under his shirt and started to tug it up and over his head.
He finally moved back and pulled it off.
Her eyes all but popped out of their sockets.
“Whoozers,” she said. “Oh yeah. That’s the other realization I had.”
“What’s that?” he said.
“That millions of women have seen more of my boyfriend’s body than I have. I don’t think that’s fair.”
“Your boyfriend?” he asked with amusement in his voice.
She pulled her eyes up from his defined pectoral muscles. She’d had to shift them up before she was left dumbstruck by those two muscles that were protruding out into a V toward his crotch.
Good Lord, he was built like a Greek god.
“That’s you,” she said. “Or maybe I should say partner? I don’t know. Does it matter?”
“Nope,” he said. “Take your shirt off.”
“You’re not going to do it for me?”
“Sweetie, if I have to undress you in the mental state I’m in, it’s all being ripped off. Your choice.”
She gulped. “Maybe another time. Do you promise?”
He groaned and she laughed, but sat up and pulled her stretchy blue T-shirt over her head. She had a pink cotton bra on with lace around the edges pushing her breasts together to give her some cleavage.
