“Yes, a ton.” She leads me to the couch. “I was very inspired, for some reason.”
We sink onto the couch together; it’s surprisingly comfortable for an outdoor piece of furniture.
“Oh yeah? What inspired you?”
She raises her eyebrows and shifts her gaze to my lap, licking her lips. “Your dick.” God damn, woman.
“Just my dick?”
Nodding, she straddles me. “Yep. Might as well put a bag over your head next time you fuck me.”
“I’d be okay with that.”
She laughs and leans in, breasts in my face. She’s still wearing the tank top and shorts she was wearing earlier, and her hair is still slightly damp from the shower. I move my hands up her back and press my fingers into her shoulders, massaging her stiff muscles.
“Does your back still hurt?”
“A little. I was all hunched over writing today.”
“Here,” I say, urging her to relax against me so I can rub her back.
“Mhhh,” she groans. “That feels good.” She lazily hooks one arm around my shoulders and rests her head against me. I’m the one massaging her, but it does feel good. Having Chloe in my arms like this is how it’s meant to be, and I know it was nothing short of kismet for us both to be here at the same time.
I sweep one hand down Chloe’s back, fingers slipping under the elastic band of her shorts. Chloe rocks her hips, pressing her hot core against me. My cock starts to harden, and she moans again, lifting her head up. I push her hair back and kiss her.
“I could use another dose of inspiration,” she says coyly and moves off of me, looking at my lap as she wets her lips. “Take your pants off.”
I undo the button of my pants, and she pulls them down to my ankles. I kick them off, along with my shoes. Chloe watches, a hungry smirk on her face. She pushes me back and sticks her hands inside my boxers, slender fingers wrapping around my thick cock. Slowly, she moves her hand up and down, and her soft skin against me is almost enough to make me come right here and now. She inches closer, leaning over so I get a clear view of her breasts, and circles her thumb over the tip of my cock. It feels so damn good.
With her free hand, she pushes me back. It’s a tight fit with both of us on the couch, but Chloe doesn’t stop jerking me off. My eyes flutter closed as I reach down for her hand, wrapping my fingers around her wrist. She releases me and I sit up, taking her back in my arms. She moves on me again, sitting up so her breasts are in my face. I bend my head down, burying my face in them and then look up, needing to kiss her.
I go to lay us down and we almost fall off the couch. I grip Chloe tightly, pushing her back onto my lap and then stand up, carrying her inside and up into her room. I kiss her the whole way there, tripping once up the stairs, but neither of us can break apart. I need to push my cock into her tight pussy. It’ll destroy me all over again, and I’m more than okay with it.
We fall onto the mattress, with Chloe beneath me. She curls her legs around me, rubbing herself against my cock. I stop kissing Chloe only so I can undress her, and she lifts her ass off the bed to make it easy to pull her shorts off. She’s not wearing underwear, and that alone is so fucking hot.
The glistening top of my cock is sticking out of my boxers, and Chloe reaches down, groaning as she spreads the wetness down my shaft. “I need you,” she pants, pumping her hand up and down faster and faster.
“I need you too. Now,” I growl and take both her hands, pinning them above her head. Her eyes flutter closed, and her body trembles with anticipation. I move over top of her, kissing her hard. Chloe wraps her legs around me again, and the tip of my cock rubs against her clit. She moans, and I almost give in, pushing my cock inside of her and fucking her senseless.
Instead, I hold myself over her, kissing her once more. She rakes her fingers down my back, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. I strip her of her tank top and trail kisses down her body, taking my time when I get to her collarbone. I lift my head up for a second, admiring her perfect tits. I remember a time in high school when she confessed feeling insecure because she didn’t have big boobs like some of the other girls in her grade. I thought she was crazy then, and she had no idea how hard it was to sit there and have her talk about her breasts. It took an enormous amount of self-control not to stare at them, and even more so to casually tell her she’s fine, that as long as there’s enough to fit in my hand, I was more than happy.