It slides over her chest, slowly revealing her breasts.
My cock constricts. Her tits are fucking perfect, begging for my hands.
I cup her breast and bring it to my mouth, brushing my lips against her nipple. Her skin tastes so good, like Alyssa. I trace it with my tongue, as slowly as I can.
She groans, tugging at my hair. It's a plea to move faster.
But I want to savor this. It feels too good, watching her face contort in pleasure, hearing her groan, feeling her body shake.
I slide her tank top to her waist. She shudders, her legs wrapped around my hips. I lick her again and she arches back, shifting her breasts into my mouth.
Her fingers slide over my neck. Then my collar.
Her eyes flutter open, looking down at me like she needs me more than she's ever needed anything.
She tugs at my tie, pulling me closer. I press my lips into hers. Her tongue plunges into my mouth.
She needs this now. No more teasing.
I dig my hands into the waistband of her boxers and slide them to her feet. She's wearing pink panties, soft cotton things that look divine against her skin.
This is my Alyssa. In... well... out of her pajamas. No pretenses.
Nothing but desperate need.
She loosens my tie and tosses it aside.
Her eyes are on me. She looks me over slowly, taking her time.
I love how she looks at me.
Love the need that fills her eyes as she does.
"You're wearing so many clothes." Her voice is heavy, strained.
I slide her panties to her knees. She squirms as she kicks them off.
Her eyes find mine. She tugs at my collar, working her way to my buttons. She undoes the first.
Then looks at the rest of my shirt like it's an impossible challenge.
"How the hell do you wear this thing every day?" She shakes her head and undoes the next button. Then the next.
The next.
Her eyes go to half mast as she pushes the shirt off.
She drags her fingertips over my shoulders, my chest.
Another button.
Then the last.
Finally.
I shrug the shirt off, ready to feel more of her touch.
She slides her hands down my stomach, her teeth sinking into her lip.