Page 37 of Hard to Take

I blink before realizing she wants help with her zipper.

The distance between us evaporates in a heartbeat. It’s fine work with my big hands, but I’m tugging down, not hard enough to break the dress.

When it’s all the way open, she pushes it down her hips and turns back around.

The bra, if you can call it that, is light blue. It cups her breasts and fits tightly down her ribs, ending above her navel. The matching thong rides high on her hips.

Fuck.

She’s every wet dream I’ve ever had.

“Thought you said you hated it?” she prompts, teasing.

“It’s got to go. But…”

“But?”

“Not yet.”

And then we're kissing.

Our hands roam each other's bodies. Her tits fill my palms through the bra, her little moans making me harder than I’ve ever been.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I say against her mouth.

We stumble to the couch and fumble with our clothes. She shoves impatiently at my shirt, trying to drag it over my head. I bend to help.

I’m desperate to feel every inch of her. I grab her ass in my hands, pulling back to admire the way her tits spill out of the fabric.

I shift her up on the arm of the sofa, stepping between her legs as she works off my jeans.

“Day you moved in, I took one look at your shoe collection and pictured all of it on my floor.”

Her low laugh strokes down my spine. “Instead you put them in your closet. What a good boy.”

My pants are gone, my shorts too. My cock hits my stomach as she shoves away the last of my clothing. Our breaths are ragged and heavy, the only sound in the room. Her lips cling to mine as if I’m all she needs.

I stroke up the inside of her thigh, my fingers pressing against the fabric of her thong. “You’ll be calling me something else in a minute.”

I slip a finger under the panel. She’s soaking wet, and knowing how turned on she is only makes this hotter.

I lift her by her hips and carry her to my bedroom, hitting the dimmer on the way so I we’re not in darkness, because I sure as hell want to see what’s about to happen.

I set her on the duvet and admire her. Her dark hair splays out in curls. Her skin glints softly in the low light. Her breasts are full and perky, her thighs curved and strong.

“Have I told you that your tits are impeccable?”

“I’d rather you showed me.” She reaches behind her to unhook the bra, taking a moment because there must be a dozen hooks.

Then she tosses it off the bed.

“Fuck,” I groan as I bend over her and lower my mouth to her breast.

She arches against me and I give it the attention it deserves before switching to the other side. I can’t get enough of her, of the way she responds to me.

But it’s not enough. There’s so much more I want to give her, to show her.

I drag off her thong and part her legs. “Wider.”

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