My breath escaped in a hiss.
I was right. Moving with the force of her breath, her breasts were perfect—round and luscious, not too big, with pink nipples and areolae the size of quarters. I already knew her breasts would fit in my hands, but I’d only touched them through her clothes. Now my fingers flexed with the urge to squeeze and rub her bare skin...
I gripped my erection, which pulsed uncomfortably against my crotch.
“Touch them.” My voice was hoarse.
“You want me to…”
“Touch them the way you do when you’re alone in bed.”
She shivered. Her blush deepened. “Oh.”
I waited, my heart thumping. She looked down, then cupped her breasts in both hands and pressed them together. After another quick glance at me, her stroking grew bolder. She squeezed her breasts, rubbed her fingers into the crevice beneath them, plucked at her nipples.
I almost came in my jeans. I unfastened the button-fly and reached into my boxers to take out my cock. Liv inhaled sharply when she glanced up and saw me pulling on the stiff length.
She paused, her gaze fixed on my erection as I stroked the shaft. Her tongue flicked out to lick her lips.
“Is that… is that the way you touch yourself when you’re alone in bed?” she whispered.
“When I’m thinking about you, yeah.” I tightened my fist, pressure collecting in my groin, my head flashing with raw images of all the things I wanted to do to her.
“Do you think about me a lot?” She twisted her nipples, still watching the movement of my hand.
“Every night. Can’t during the day or I’d be arrested for obscene behavior.”
She smiled. “You get turned on whenever you think of me?”
“Can’t help it.” I slid my hand up the shaft of my aching prick and rubbed my thumb over the head. “You make me hot.”
“You make me hot too.” She squeezed her breasts again, then squirmed a little and pressed her legs together.
“Are you wet?” I asked.
She exhaled a shaky breath. “Yes.”
“Come here.”
“What?”
“I need to touch you.” I needed her to touch me too.
She rose and approached me. She looked incredible, all flushed and aroused with her naked breasts swaying and her ponytail spilling over her shoulder. She gathered her skirt, pulling it up before she straddled my thighs and sat back on my knees. Her desire-filled eyes tracked down my torso to where my cock stood up rigidly between us.
I loosened my fingers from my shaft and reached out to touch her. She shuddered. My prick throbbed as I flicked my thumbs over her nipples, rubbing the soft underside of her breasts. I wanted to thrust my cock into her cleavage.
She clasped the material of her skirt. She wiggled her ass against my thighs. I could feel the heat burning through her panties. I eased my hands under her skirt, moving my palms slowly up the smooth length of her legs. She was looking at me, her breathing rapid.
“Okay?” I asked.
She nodded and put her hand on my chest, then leaned in to kiss me. Her soft mouth opened over mine. A moan spilled from her as I edged my finger under the elastic of her panties where it encircled her thigh. Lust fired my blood when I touched her cleft. Her kiss deepened. She slipped her tongue into my mouth before lifting herself up and brushing her fingers over my erection.
My teeth clenched. “Wait.”
“Sorry, did I—”
I grabbed her waist. “Come closer.”
She shifted closer and settled her hands on my shoulders. The sweet scent of her filled my head. I took one of her nipples between my teeth and tugged lightly. She gasped.
“Dean, I’m…”
I pushed her skirt up farther. No scrap of lace for her, but plain cotton panties that stretched down over her hips to cover her sex. I wanted to rip them away and sink deep inside her. Instead I took a hard breath and pulled her closer so my prick nudged between her legs. She trembled.
“Go ahead.” I stared at the apex of her thighs where my straining cock pushed against the damp cotton of her panties.
She flexed her fingers on my shoulders and gripped my shirt. Bracing her knees on either side of my hips, she shifted and rubbed herself against my erection.
“Dean… you’re so big… that feels…” She shifted again. Her breasts bounced.
Need pulsed through me. The friction of the cotton against the head of my cock increased the pressure. I slid my hands under her skirt to hold her ass and guide her down again. Her cleft rubbed against my shaft.
She twisted her hips. Sweat trickled into the hollow of her throat. I yanked her closer so her breasts crushed against my chest. I could feel her nipples through my shirt. She worked herself harder, rubbing her cloth-covered * against my erection. Little moans emerged from her parted lips.
“I need to touch you,” she gasped, reaching down to spread her hand over my shaft. “I need you… right here…”