God, she smells so good, like oranges and honey. Like Alyssa. Her fingers skim my waist just under my T-shirt.
I try to stick to my plan. I have to tease her, to get her wanting me so badly she thinks she might burst. I can't give in so easily. "I'm very convincing."
She shakes her head. "You're awful. Completely lacking belief." She presses her body against mine. "I could teach you a little about acting. You could use it." Her grin is ear to ear.
I almost want to stay like this just to keep that grin on her face.
She closes her eyes and presses her lips to mine. She's so soft and so hungry, and she moans the second my fingertips brush against her skin.
She's making this impossible.
"You only want me for my body," I say. A flimsy objection, but my blood is quickly rushing out of my brain.
"I can't help it. You're painfully hot." She takes another look at me as if to confirm. She nods. "Very painfully." She smiles, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. Some irresistible mix of joy and lust.
"So it's my fault you're objectifying me?"
"Of course. If you had a better personality, I'd care about that too."
I'm going to have to get her back for this teasing. I'm going to have to torture her until she's begging.
She kisses me again, her nails digging into my skin. I love those fucking nails, like a blinking sign screaming I want you. Her lips part and her tongue slides into my mouth.
She pulls me towards the couch.
"I shouldn't reward your insensitivity." I slide my hand over the curve of her waist.
"But you will." Her eyes flutter closed. She kisses me, her back arching, her body straining against mine.
I bring my hands to her chest, cupping her breasts over her dress. She groans softly, almost a beg. She's already desperate. She already wants this so badly.
I trace the neckline of her dress slowly, back and forth. She groans louder, and I slip my fingers into her bra.
She breaks our kiss, nearly panting. "Luke." She reaches for my jeans. "You better not... You better..."
"I better what?" I slide the strap of her dress off her shoulder. Then the other.
She's wearing a hot pink bra. It's so her, and it looks so damn good against her skin. Still, she'll look much better without it.
"You know what," she says.
I push the straps off her shoulders, pulling the cups off her breasts. Damn. Heat courses through my body. I need to be inside her, and soon.
I rub my nipples over her. "Maybe you should enlighten me."
She presses her body against mine again, her crotch grinding against me. God, she feels so good, but I have to wait until she's begging.
I pull my shirt over my head and she relaxes, no doubt sure my protests are just for show.
"You're awful." She lifts her ass and slides out of her dress.
I stare as she peels off her bra and kicks off her panties. Those hips, God, those hips, the smooth skin on her stomach, and her chest...
She's perfect, and she's looking at me like she wants to consume me. It's magic. I'm so lucky that this gorgeous, perfect woman wants me.
Any blood left in my brain rushes downward. I slide out of my shorts and shift onto the couch, on top of her. She rocks her hips into mine, groaning as she rubs against me. I watch the delightful contortions in her face, my ears wide open to the soft moans escaping her lips. She wants me. She wants me so much. And I want her, all of her, all at once.
She's in agony, groaning and shaking and digging those nails into my back again.