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The item in question falls to the ground, and I know this is a game. If she wasn’t playing at something, she would’ve walked that dirty item to the hamper. She’s always fastidious about keeping a clean space.
“Just change your shirt? Why are your shorts now around your ankles?” I grin at her.
“I got wet there too.” She pouts, kicking her foot and sending the denim flying across the room.
She’s fucking glorious in her lacy bra I bought her and matching white, silk panties. Call me a caveman, but I love the innocence she had when we first met. I love that I was her first at so many things—the first to taste her, bring her to orgasm. My cock was the first one in her mouth. I love the blush on her cheeks, telling me she’s still a little shy and embarrassed with being so brazen despite the many times we’ve been naked in front of each other.
“Did you?” I ask, dropping my eyes to the apex of her thighs, and sure enough the fabric covering her pussy is nearly transparent with her arousal.
She nods, biting the tip of one finger, and I nearly cave. My cock is solid steel in my jeans, but I made a promise to myself this morning. I wasn’t going to end every day with sex. I need to show her that she has me all the time, not just when I’m inside of her.
“You are so fucking tempting,” I confess, gripping myself over my jeans, not to entice her but a consolation for turning her down. “I don’t want you to think we have to do this all the time. I don’t want you feeling obligated to—”
“Does this look like obligation?” Her voice is husky, cheeks growing darker, and I know it takes a lot for her to pull her panties to the side, showcasing those slick lips nestled in her tight red curls.
I swallow. “That looks like a very needy pussy.”
She bites into her bottom lip. I know she still gets a little offended when I use filthy words, but I know she also loves it. The shame from loving it is what causes her problems, and I’m all about immersion therapy these days.
“Is it?” She nods, her eyes locked on mine. “Tell me.”
“It’s needy.”
“What’s needy?” I already know I’m going to lose this round, or win it depending on how you look at it. I wanted to put distance between our bodies, so our hearts had a chance of growing stronger, but there’s no way I’m turning her down. There’s no telling what the rejection would do to her, and that’s the justification I’m using right now. I just hope it’s the right decision.
Her teeth dig into her lip once again as her head gives a little shake.
“Tell me,” I urge. “Say it all.”
“Nate,” she whines, and I’m surprised she doesn’t stomp her foot like a petulant child.
“Don’t be shy. Tell me.”
“My pussy is needy.”
I didn’t think it would be possible to grow any harder, but here she is proving me wrong.
“What does your needy little pussy want?”
“You.” Her answer is quick, but she knows better. “I need your…”
I try not to grin, but I can’t help it.
“My cock,” I fill in. “Where do you want my cock? Show me.”
Her fingers swirl around her clit, and I don’t know how I’m still standing across the room from her.
“Right there?”
“And here.” Her fingers dip lower, her eyes rolling when she slips the tip of one inside.
“Better get on the bed, baby. I don’t want you falling over.”
She obeys, slipping her panties to the floor before she crawls to the middle. I watch her perky ass swing back and forth before she flops on her back, legs immediately spreading, hand trailing low.
“Do your perfect tits hurt, too, baby?”
She nods, her fingers working the front clasp of the lace. She doesn’t bother pulling the garment from her arms, just lets the thing fall open. Her tits are fucking spectacular, already on board with the plan, nipples furled into tight, pink peaks.
“What do you need from me?”
“Your mouth.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere,” she rasps, the fingers of one hand dipping inside her pussy while the other grasps at her right breast.
Her baby bump makes this feel even naughtier, like she should be worshiped rather than ravaged. Maybe I can handle a little of both right now.
I look behind me, making sure the door is locked before I slip my t-shirt over my head. “I’m all sweaty too. I think I’ll go take a shower.”
“I will murder you,” she growls, and I manage to hide my smile before I turn back to face her.
“You seem to have everything under control. You don’t need me, do you?”
“Nate,” she growls, and God, the rumble goes right to my balls.
“So violent when your pussy is wet.” Her fingers work as she watches me unbuckle my belt, her mouth hanging open when I kick my boots off and shove down my briefs and jeans in one go. “Is this what you want?”
