Right now, that’s—
Well it’s not better than making her come. But it’s good in its own way.
She arches her back as she yawns. “No… I…” She shifts her hips, rubbing her lush ass against my crotch. “Oh.”
“Oh?”
“You’re hard.”
“Yeah.” I can’t help but chuckle.
“What’s funny.”
“You’ve never slept next to a guy?”
“I’m aware of the mechanics. I can still appreciate the result.”
I bring my hand to her hip. Pull her closer. So her ass is against my cock.
“Fuck.” She reaches for something. Gets the sheets. “Are you going to—”
“Am I going to?” I hook my thumb in her panties. “I told you to skip these.”
“I did. You were asleep when I got here. So I put on my pajamas.”
“Hmmm.”
“Hmmm?”
“Might have to take them off now,” I say.
“I wouldn’t object to that.”
“You wouldn’t object?”
“Yeah, I… uh… I’m not good at dirty talk.”
“Princess, you told me you’ve been daydreaming about the taste of my cock—”
Her cheeks flush. Her face is bare. She washed off her makeup last night.
She’s religious about skin care.
I see her without makeup all the time. I don’t prefer it. Or prefer the makeup.
Both are Skye.
She looks fucking hot with the dark eye makeup and the crimson lips.
But there’s something about seeing the girl no one else sees—
It makes my chest warm.
It makes my everything warm.
“If that’s bad dirty talk, I’m not sure I can handle good dirty talk,” I say.
“You’re complaining?”
“Fuck no.” I rock my hips so my cock grinds against her flesh. I have to piss before I fuck her properly. But I’m never going to lower the flag if I keep her this close. “Just warning you, I might come too fast.”
“Is that usually a problem?”
“No. But I’m not usually with someone this sexy.”
Her blush deepens. “You mean I’m—”
“Don’t bring up anyone else.”
“You started it.”
“I didn’t mean it like that.” I press my lips to her neck. “More that you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
“You’ve seen a lot.”
“None of them are you.”
“So it’s because I’m—”
“Take off your panties.”
“The question?”
“I’m answering it.” I slip my hand between her legs.
She shudders as I drag it higher.
As my fingers brush her clit.
Fuck, those panties are sheer. I can almost feel her. I need to feel her.
“Forest.” Her lips part with a groan. “Fuck.”
“That?”
“What…?”
“Your groan.” I run my finger over her clit so the lace brushes her skin.
She tugs at the sheets as she groans.
“It’s the best thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Better than—”
“Better than anything.” I scrape my teeth against her neck as I rub her over her panties.
Her groans get louder.
She arches her back, rubbing her ass against my cock.
It’s sweet torture.
The best kind of torture.
“Forest…” She turns her head away from me. “This is uh…”
“Yeah?”
“I want to kiss you. But I… morning breath.”
I chuckle. “You want to stop to brush your teeth?”
“Is that a problem?”
“No.” I rub her a little harder. “More time to torture you.”
Her smile is shy. Fuck, it’s something else seeing Skye shy. She’s usually as loud as a firecracker.
It’s something else, seeing her like this, period.
It’s still hard to believe.
“You’re evil.” She sighs as she pulls away. It’s pure whine. Pure need. Pure anticipation. “I think you might kill me at this rate.”
“Too much?”
She shakes her head not at all.
“Come back without panties.”
“I will if I want.”
My balls tighten. Fuck, I’ve always loved her sassy comebacks, but this is something else.
I watch her saunter, then I get up, head to the bathroom in the master, piss, wash my hands, brush my teeth.
When I return from the hallway, she’s at the sink, digging through her purse.
She pulls out her lipstick. Turns to the mirror. Purses her lips as she applies it.
Her cheeks flush as her gaze goes to my reflection.
“You need makeup for this?” I move into the bathroom.
“Well…” She presses her lips together. Checks her reflection. Drops the makeup. “I’ve had this image in my head.”
“Yeah?”
“Of my lipstick on your cock.”
Fuck.
“If that isn’t a problem.” She turns to me.
I back her into the counter. “Later.”
“Later?”
“I need to be inside you.” I pull her t-shirt over her head and toss it aside.
Her expression gets shy, nervous even.
“Fuck, princess.” It’s the first time I’ve really seen her topless. The first chance I’ve had to savor her.
God damn, she’s better than I ever imagined. And I imaged plenty.
Round tits, perky nipples, sloping waist, lush hips.
She looks up at me. “You…”
“You’re perfect.” I bring my hands to her hips. I pull her body into mine as I bring my lips to hers.
She groans against my mouth. Parts her lips.
Her tongue dances with mine.
It’s music. Somehow, we both know the notes, the rhythm, the steps.
We’re in sync.
Or maybe that’s no mystery. Skye’s been my best friend for a long time. She knows me better than anyone.
I rock my hips, grinding my cock against her stomach.
She groans as she pulls back.
My eyes find hers. “Are you safe?”