Page 20 of F Buddy

His hands were again at my hips and sliding slowly up, leaving heat in their wake now that the touch was skin to skin. My breath stuttered in my throat as he finally cupped my breasts, squeezing lightly. He wasn’t touching my nipples, though, likely because he knew I was sensitive there.

I didn’t want to, but I reached up and caught his hands, pulling them away from my chest. His eyes met mine, dark with his desire, with a question in them.

“This time, we’re both going to get naked,” I told him.

He smiled, but it looked strained around the edges. “Of course. Would you like to do the honors?”

He stepped back with his arms raised away from his sides. I took the offer and unbuttoned his shirt. He didn’t have a tie on this time, and I pouted a little at that. I undid the buttons quickly and let it slide over his chest.

I was distracted a little by his chest. “You work out, don’t you?” I murmured as I pressed my hands against his chest and traced his pectorals.

“Well, I do have a desk job. A little workout is healthy.”

I arched an eyebrow at him. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe him, but I didn’t believe that was the only reason he did it.

“I bet the ladies go for your body type, don’t they?”

He smiled. “Well, it certainly is a perk.”

Of course.

I leaned closer and pressed a kiss to one of his pectorals, then licked the flesh there. I trailed my tongue down to his nipple and flicked it. He made a noise in his throat when I did it, and I did it again. Then I circled my lips around his nipple and sucked lightly on it.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

I pulled away from his chest to find he had his head tipped backward. I left his chest alone and ran my hands down his abdomen to the waistband of his pants. I undid his belt and pulled it off, tossing it off to the side. I undid his fly and pushed his pants off his hips. I paused, realizing I’d forgotten something, and kneeled down. I didn’t miss his groan when I did it.

But I had a different agenda. I tugged a little on his leg until he lifted it. I pulled off his shoes and socks on both feet, then tugged the briefs after his pants and slid both down to his feet and off.

He was hard, his erection curved up toward his stomach. I left a soft kiss on the head, relishing when he sucked in a breath, and I got to my feet.

I gave him a coy smile, loving the tight expression on his face that told me he was trying to restrain himself, and I turned around. I tugged the covers off his bed and slowly crawled onto it, wiggling my hips as I moved, so he had a good view. I heard him moan behind me, and I laughed as I rolled over onto my back.

“You fucking tease,” he growled, his voice low and rough and doing funny things to my insides.

“I’m not a tease, Zach,” I reprimanded lightly. “I’m here because I’m giving myself to you, aren’t I?”

He stood taut beside the bed for a moment, then he was coming onto the bed after me. He paused to palm my knees apart, spreading my legs and crawling into the space between my thighs left just for him. He knelt and stared down at my body. After a moment, I started to squirm under his gaze.

“Zach,” I whined. “Why aren’t you doing anything?”

I wanted to cover myself from his gaze, but it left me feeling too hot. He looked like he wanted to ravage me.

“I’m thinking of where to start,” he murmured, eyes roving down my body from my face to where my thighs draped either side of him.

“Start soon, then.”

He smirked darkly down at me, and my body shivered. “Or, what? You’ll ravage me yourself?”

I jutted my chin out in defiance. “Try me.”

He chuckled, his eyes growing warm. “Maybe some other time. This time, I want you just to lie back and enjoy it.”

“No promises,” I murmured.

He chuckled. Then he moved. Leaning down, he braced himself either side of me and pressed a kiss to my top lip, then my bottom lip. He moved on to my chin, and I tilted my head back as he slid his lips down my neck.

He moved in a straight line until he paused at my chest, kissing the side of one breast and teasing the nipple with lips and tongue. When he had me writhing under him, he moved to the other nipple. Then he was back to kissing a line down my body. His broader shoulders forced me to widen my thighs further, and I was breathing hard by the time I felt his breath on my sex.