Page 78 of An Engagement for Erica

He nodded and she reached for his shorts, undid them, and yanked them down with his underwear.

Not a move he expected.

“Since you’re being aggressive, maybe you want me on the bed?”

“I do,” she said.

He moved over and lay on his back, put his hands behind his head and waited for her. “Go on,” he said. “Undress.”

She removed her bra and then her underwear. She was flushing more than he expected, but he found it part of who she was.

She picked her shorts up and pulled a condom out and that told him she was more prepared than he could have dreamed of.

“Do you need some foreplay?” she asked.

“Does it look it?” he asked, laughing. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want it or like it, but we’ve both been playing this hold-off game for a bit.”

“Yeah,” she said, letting out a sigh. “I’m not sure I can wait much longer.”

The way her eyes were eating up his dick, he wasn’t sure either.

“Maybe it’s time to put us both out of misery,” he said.

“Thank God,” she said, opening the condom and covering him.

She hesitated as if she thought he was going to take over, but he was letting her do what she wanted for now.

She climbed on top of him, spread her knees wide, and touched his dick, putting it between her lower lips and sliding it up and down. Not inside of her, just getting a feel like a hot dog in a bun.

“You’re killing me, Erica.”

She looked up at his eyes as if she hadn’t realized what she was doing.

“Sorry,” she said. “I couldn’t resist.”

“I don’t want you to, but didn’t think you’d torture me in the process.”

He reached up and wrapped his hand in her hair, bringing her down for a kiss.

Their mouths were devouring the other, their tongues sliding in and out and trying to catch each other.

She was moving around on top of him and managed to get him at her opening and then slid down hard and fast.

She let out a groan. Or maybe it was his.

It didn’t matter in his mind.

What mattered more was they were finally joined as one.

She was grinding against him at the same time she was moving up and down.

If she kept up this pace he’d be done in seconds.

His hand moved between their bodies, found her swollen bud and started to push on it.

Like a magic button that turned her into overdrive.

Shit, not what he wanted.

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