breath. Her hands join mine. We tear her pants off frantically
together, ripping them down her legs. I run my hand over the
smooth, silky skin of her calf, over her knee, up her thigh. I
stop when I get to her panties. They’re just a set of regular
bikini cut panties, plain black, but no less sexy or erotic than if
they were made of silk, lace, or those little edible candies.
Jeez, that would be fun. I’ll have to get a pair of those.
“I…God, Adley…” Steph’s fingers tangle in my hair
when I run my fingers gently over her panties. The fabric is
warm and soaked. I bring my finger to my mouth and I can
feel Steph’s eyes burning on me when I taste her arousal.
“God,” she groans again.
There are a thousand things I’d like to do to her. I’d
like to take hours tasting her. I’d like to learn every detail of
her body. I want her strong legs wrapped around me. I want to
grind against her with clothes on like we’re teenagers
experimenting with getting ourselves off for the first time. I
want my tongue inside her. My fingers. I want her to top me,
take control, boss me around, fuck me until I can’t think
straight.
I know that I have probably zero time for any of those
things, because I can feel my own arousal soaking my panties.
I’m so ready. So freaking turned on that I think if Steph just
looks at me I could actually come. So taking our time? That’s
not going to happen. Maybe after the first or second or even
the third time is out of the way.
“Can I take these off too?” Steph moves beneath me,
her hands working to undo the button on my jeans.
“Yes,” I gasp. “God, yes.”
Together, we rip those off too. And then Steph does