“Take offmyshirt, Josie.”
She slowly brings her hands to the hem of my shirt on her body and starts pulling it up, revealing that goddamn dress that nearly got me into trouble today. Her hair is tousled like she just spent hours rolling around in bed. The lipstick is on.
“Now, take off your dress,” I order in a jagged voice. My mouth is dry.
“I can’t,” she whispers. “I need help with that.”
“Turn around.” My voice is barely mine. She obeys instantly, and I slowly pull the zipper down, following it with a gentle touch of my finger. Goosebumps instantly cover her smooth skin.
I slowly pull the straps down her shoulders, and she frees her arms away from them. No bra. No fucking bra. I can’t wait to see it from the front.
I lean forward and place a gentle kiss on her shoulder, making her shudder. Leaving a trail of kisses from her shoulder to the side of her neck, I trace the exposed curves with my hands. She bends her neck to the side, giving me full access.
“You taste so fucking good, Josephina.”
A light shiver runs through her body, and she leans her back into me. My hand moves to her front, grazing her tit with my thumb. I keep moving my hand over her smooth flesh, enjoying the softness of her body, so different from mine. I fuckin’ love that.
Cupping her full tit with my palm, I close my mouth on her shoulder and suck, knowing it will leave a hickey. So everyone will know she belongs to someone. Me. She belongs to me for the time being.
I grab the other tit in my hand, squeezing them both while my mouth keeps sucking on her neck. When she lets out a low moan, I can’t take it anymore. Grabbing her over her waist, I pull her onto my lap.
“Oh!” she cries out in surprise.
She sits sideways while I start kissing every single place I can reach on her shoulder, neck, cheek. Letting out a feminine giggle, she pushes me away.
“Wait a second.”
My eyes are foggy, so is my mind. I don’t know why she wants us to stop. I don’t want to stop. But she told me to wait, and with the remaining strands of my willpower, I squeeze my fists by my sides, waiting for her to obviously escape, leaving me with the worst case of blue balls and a damaged brain from a total blood withdrawal.
Still giggling, she throws her leg over my lap, ending up straddling me.
Oh, fuck me.
Her tits are right in my face, and I want to be smooshed by them. She places her arms on my shoulders. “This is much better.”
Josie makes a move to drop her shoes off her feet, but I grab her hand, stopping her. “Leave them on.”
“As you wish.” Then she adds with a cheeky smile, “Sir.”
Every single drop of blood that was still left in my body instantly rushes to my already steely cock. I don’t think I’d remember my own name if someone asked me now.
“How much do you love this underwear?” I ask in a growl.
“Not as much as I love you tearing it apart.” Her cheeky smile is provocative. Exactly the encouragement I need.
I give her an ass slap as a reward, murmuring, “A very good girl,” and rip her panties with one pull, making her giggle.
“You’re awfully dressed now, Sheriff.” She hooks her finger on the hem of the collar of my T-shirt and pulls it down. I don’t even know at this point what jump-starts me more—‘Sir’ or ‘Sheriff.’
In the limited space, I try to pull my T-shirt away. She’s trying to help me the best way she can, but it’s a struggle, and we both end up laughing. I don’t remember ever feeling this comfortable and just being myself during sex with someone. I’m not a shy guy per se, but I’m reserved and don’t usually mix sex with comfort. Sex is a release of pent-up desire, anger, and frustration. Sex with Josie is a divine experience.
When my torso is naked, Josie’s eyes turn brighter. She spreads her open palms over my chest, touching every single inch of it. When her fingers land on my nipples, she pinches them, making me throw my head back.
Wiggling her ass over my lap, she tells me, “This has to go. Now.” The urgency in her voice makes me feel so much better about mine. She scoots away from my lap, letting me undo my belt and zipper and pull my pants down to my ankles. The moment I do it, my cock springs free.
“Oh fuck,” Josie mumbles and I look at her, trying to see which sort of ‘oh fuck’ that was. She’s licking her lips with her eyes transfixed on my dick, and I figure it was the good kind.
“Do you like it, Josie? Do you like to see my cock so hard for you?” I rasp.
