Page 57 of Offsides

One gentle tug, and I undo the bow at her waist before separating the ties completely. The front panel dangles from her shoulder, but the other half stays in place.

Laughing at my obvious confusion, she reaches inside the dangling panel. “There’s a button in here to hold the inside part closed. See?” She undoes the button in question, and her dress falls open to reveal a matching set of black lace bra and panties.

“God, Dani,” I breathe. “I can’t believe I get to see you like this.”

She lets out a nervous laugh, but I don’t let her nerves faze me. I know she wants this as much as I do. She kissed me in the living room, after all. It’s just still new.

Slipping my hands inside her open dress, I revel in the softness of her skin under my palms, place my hands at her back, and nudge her closer so I can kiss her belly.

Slowly, I place kisses across her torso, enjoying the way she sighs and drags her fingers over my scalp.

My fingers catch in the waist of her panties and tug them down. She releases my head and steps back enough so I can pull them off, and then she drops her arms and lets her dress fall from her shoulders.

I stand and reach behind her to unhook her bra, my hands immediately finding her tits as soon as they’re free. Bending, I kiss each nipple.

“I feel weird being naked while you’re fully clothed,” she whispers.

“That’s easy to fix.” I step to the side and gesture for her to climb on the bed, unbuttoning my shirt as she does so.

She watches me with gleaming eyes as I remove my clothes. Under her avid attention, I take my sweet time, wanting to give her a show. Once my shirt is fully unbuttoned, I drop it on the floor with her dress. She sits up straighter when my hands go to my belt, her gaze riveted as the leather slips free.

I have to stop watching her watch me when I bend to completely remove my pants and underwear, but I’m rewarded with her heavy-lidded, lust-filled eyes meeting mine when I straighten, completely naked.

“You’re so gorgeous, Eli.”

“Thank you.” I grab a condom out of my top dresser drawer before climbing on the bed with her. “I’m glad you think so. Especially since I can’t get enough of your body.”

She grins at that. “Oh yeah?”

I hum my agreement, climbing over her and kissing her. She lies back, her hands sliding from my shoulders down my arms to my elbows and back up again. Settling over her, I take my sweet time kissing her, careful to keep my weeping dick from getting too close to her pussy. I want to make sure she’s as turned on as I am—or at least close. Even though the base, Neanderthal part of me wants nothing more than to roll on the condom and plunge inside her, the better part of me wants to make sure she gets off first.

After several moments, I kiss my way down her body until I’m lying on my belly between her thighs. I pet her pussy lips with my fingers, watching her reactions, then spread her open and take my first tentative taste—tentative only because I like to start gently, not because I’m in any way uncertain about what I’m doing.

Using just the tip of my tongue, I trace the contours of her inner lips up to the hood covering her clit and back down the other side.

She shivers, and I do it again, using a tiny bit more pressure this time. I do it again and again, each time just slightly more firmly, until she sighs when I get to her clit. Then I lick her like she was licking her ice cream cone.

God, I want her to do that to my dick sometime. And then suck on it. Hard.

But I don’t think we’ll get to that tonight. I’ll blow too quickly if she sucks on me.

Maybe next time, though. Especially if I can convince her to stay the night. Next time could be in the morning.

With that thought in mind, I focus all my efforts on this orgasm. Because if I can blow her mind now, I think that’ll help my case to get her to stay.

She’s panting and moaning as I circle her clit with my tongue again. And when I slip a finger inside her, she’s already clenching.

With my free hand, I reach up her torso to tweak her nipple, and she lets out something like a squeak, but her pussy clenches on my fingers again, so I repeat the action, pinching and rolling her nipple between my fingers.

“Oh god,” she whispers, and I know she’s getting close.

I move my tongue faster, then keep it firm as her hips start moving and let her ride my tongue and take what she needs.

With my fingers curling inside her, her nipple caught in my other hand, and her hips keeping a steady pace on my mouth, she squeaks again, her hips losing their rhythm. I take over, moving my tongue as close to what she was doing as I can, making sure she gets all the way over the edge.

Her legs press tighter and tighter against me, and then all at once her thighs shudder, her whole body shivering as her pussy clamps down on my fingers in a steady rhythm.

I stay with her, bringing her down the other side before stopping. Wiping my mouth on my hand, I climb up next to her. She looks up at me with a muzzy expression, clearly sated.

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