Page 170 of Champagne Fizz

She whimpers and that felt like a cruel thing to say, considering how exhausted she already is, but she props her head up and looks at me with hooded lids. “Give me five minutes,” she breathes. “You have no idea how badly I need to be under you naked.”

“You can have more than five minutes,” I tease, but her wet mouth falls on top of mine and kisses me.

“Maybe I only need three,” she says, rolling off and scooting to the bottom of the bed.

“It’s not a race,” I say, propping myself up on my elbows as she pulls the princess sheers aside and stands. My glasses are smudged, but I have to admit I’m glad I’m still wearing them, because Kendall shimmies that yellow dress down her hips, and there’s nothing more sexy than the sound of it hitting the ground. “Okay,” I admit, taking in her sinfully gorgeous body. “I might take you up on that offer of three minutes.”

She looks over with a sly smile. “Can’t resist, can you?”

I shake my head, and then the damn vixen turns around, opens the sheers, and presents herself again: naked hips, stomach, breasts. Sheer perfection.

“You might have to make it two minutes,” I groan, reaching down for my belt buckle and unhooking everything. “Granted, I might need those two minutes to get out of my damn pants.”

“Tsk, tsk,” Kendall’s tongue clicks. “Shirt first, Mr. Impatient.” She points at the fabric she failed to unbutton.

“You’re scoldingmefor being impatient?” I say, raising an eyebrow at the irony. “While you stand there naked? You can see how hard I am, right?”

Her eyes flick to the wet stain on my pants from her excitement a moment ago, under which my cock has tented the fabric. Red blossoms over Kendall’s breasts as she sees how eager I am to be released. Then she licks her mouth as if she might pull my pants down with her teeth.

Fuck! I’m starting to understand how she can come without being touched.

“Shirt first,” she repeats, her eyes flashing up to me wickedly. “Please,” she adds at the end, and I groan and start unbuttoning.

I’m pushing the last button through the hole when Kendall’s eyes narrow.

“Wait,” she says, “what the heck is that?”

I look down confused, but then I see the t-shirt I’m wearing under my button up.

Right. I forgot about that.

“Have you been wearing that all day?” Kendall asks.

I smile and pull the two sides of my button up shirt apart so the big “S” logo is on full display.

“Maybe.” I shrug. “After all, someone has a Superman fetish.”

Kendall’s face flushes like she’s just been outed, and to my pleasure that pink spreads all the way down to her tits.

“You don’t need those five minutes anymore, now do you?” I tease.

“Nope. Definitely not,” she admits, biting her lip.

“Yeah, I thought a little role playing would get you excited.”

“Right,” she chides. “BecauseIneed help getting excited.”

I laugh. Fair point, especially if you look at the evidence on my pants. “Okay, but it’s still kind of hot, yeah?”

“I don’t know,” Kendall says, suddenly playing coy. “You may have to remove the glasses so I can get the full effect.”

“In a minute,” I reply, raking my eyes down her body and not wanting her blurry yet. She shivers, feeling my heated gaze. “I could compromise and remove my pants instead.”

“Why?” she challenges. “Do you have a red speedo on under there?”

“No,” I laugh, “but I’ve got something else in these pants that might give the phraseman of steelnew meaning.”

“Oh my gosh! You’re ridiculous!” Kendall grabs a fist-full of rose petals from the bed and chucks them at me. I laugh, batting them away. But then Kendal squints and tilts her head, pointing at my Superman t-shirt again. “Did you—?” She frowns, her brain ticking and trying to figure something out—which I have to admit is extra hot when she’s naked. “Did you know about tonight? Did you know I was planning this?”

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