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But a slow smile spreads over her face, and she looks like a kid who just raided the cookie jar as she grabs the edge of my T-shirt. “I don’t want to be the only one naked.”
I laugh and take a step back. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I lift it up slowly. I’m not an idiot. I know how to work it for full effect, baring abs and pecs and biceps I’ve worked damn hard to hone. I’m ADHD, so I can either burn extra energy at the gym or playing video games.
I watch her face as I toss the T-shirt aside, and I know I’ve chosen wisely. She looks hungry, but not desperate. There’s something unbelievably fucking sexy about that.
She reaches for my belt buckle, but I shake my head and push her hand away. “Not yet,” I tell her. “First, I want to make sure you’re ready.”
“I’m ready,” she pants, but her voice hitches a little on the last syllable. She’s sitting naked on her sofa with her thighs pressed tight together and those beautiful tits on full display. She’s like a gift store filled with things I want to touch, and I’m almost not sure where to start.
I drop to my knees in front of her, and she gasps in surprise. Shouldering her thighs apart, I slide my hands under her and cup her ass with both palms. I tilt her toward me, angling her up to give me the perfect view of her sweet pussy.
“God, you’re wet,” I murmur, surprised to hear the awe in my own voice. “But I want to make you wetter.”
Before she can say anything else, my mouth is on her. I tease her at first, sliding my tongue over her outer folds, tracing the edges of her sex. She squirms and bucks and claws at my hair, fueling the fire in my chest.
By the time I touch her clit with the tip of my tongue, she practically levitates off the couch.
I grip her ass to hold her steady as I devour her with my mouth. My tongue moves in and out of her, circling back up to her clit before dipping back down to taste her again. She’s sweet, so unbelievably sweet, and I’m certain I could do this all night. I’m almost disappointed when I feel her tense beneath me.
“Oh, God,” she whispers, almost like she’s in awe.
Her back arches, and she presses herself against my mouth. I grip her ass harder, fucking her with my tongue until she screams and gasps and rakes her fingernails over my scalp. I think I just lost a chunk of hair, but I don’t care.
When I feel her go slack in my hands, I sit back on my heels and grin at her. “You seem a little less tense now.”
She laughs and takes a shuddering breath. “I guess you know the secret to relaxation.”
She starts to slide her legs together, but I’m not ready yet to lose this beautiful view. And I’m nowhere near ready to be done. I slide my palms out from under her and stand up. I hold out a hand and she takes it without question, allowing me to hoist her up off the couch.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“I was hoping you’d kindly point me toward a bedroom.”
That sounds dorkier than it did in my mind, but she smiles like she finds it charming and pulls me down a hall. “This way.”
She pulls ahead and drags me toward the last doorway on the left. I get the sense she’s as eager as I am, though a little less sure of herself. She turns in the doorway and gives me a sheepish look.
“Sorry. I forgot to make my bed this morning. I was a little distracted.”
“Not a problem,” I tell her, nudging her backward into the room. “We’re just going to mess it up again anyway.”
I put my hands on her hips again and scoop her up. She’s curvy and lush, and I expect her to protest the way some girls do about her weight or my back or some combination of the two.
But Cassie just laughs. “Thanks for the ride.”
I toss her onto the bed, eager to give her a different kind of ride. She lands softly on her back and her legs splay open. She draws her knees together as her hair falls out of its topknot and across her face. God, she’s beautiful. It didn’t fully register until just now. I’d been so wrapped up admiring the different parts of her—eyes, legs, tits—that I hadn’t stopped to notice how breathtaking the whole package is.
I must be staring too long, because she pats the bed beside her. “Are you coming?”
“Definitely.”
It dawns on me that I’m still wearing my jeans, and I reach into the back pocket to pull out my wallet. Taking out a condom, I toss it onto the nightstand. Then I reach for my belt buckle.
Cassie licks her lips, eyes glued to my crotch. One knee falls to the side, giving me the perfect view of that sweet pussy. She’s lying back on her elbows, looking like the best damn party invitation I’ve ever seen. I shove my pants down my hips and kick them aside. I start to reach for the condom, but she beats me to it.
“Let me,” she says, flipping onto her belly and showing me an ass that’s every bit as delicious as the rest of her.
But instead of rolling the condom on like I expect her to, she sets it on the pillow and grabs my ass. She pulls me closer and I almost stumble as she moves me to the edge of the bed. Her tongue flicks out and grazes the underside of my cock, and I give a gasp of unexpected pleasure.
