Page 79 of The Way We Touch
I can’t get over her strength. I mean, I was pretty sure it was in her the night we talked about it, after she told me her story. Here she is proving me right.
“I’ll tell you what else.” She lifts a finger to her mouth, sliding it over her bottom lip. “It made me wonder what it would’ve been like if you’d been in my ballet class in high school.”
“I’m kind of tall for a ballerina.”
“Male dancers are called danseurs.”
“I’m still kinda tall.”
That makes her laugh, and it’s the best sound. It relaxes the fist in my chest at seeing her almost cry. Shit, that was rough.
“I would’ve been so into you in high school.” She leans on her side in the pillows, a naughty smile curling her lips. “I imagine your big hands lifting me in only a leotard and tights. Maybe you’d be shirtless, and I’d slide down your chest. Mmm…”
Her eyes close, and she does a little shiver.
“Now we’re getting somewhere.” My voice is low and growly. “If I’d had my hands on you in high school, they’d have kicked me out of the class.”
“Why?”
My eyebrow arches. “You know why.”
“Show me.” Her voice is sultry, and my dick stirs in my pants.
I walk over to place my iPad on its stand, then I step back and start to unbutton my shirt. She jumps up, flipping onto her stomach with her chin resting in her hands and her eyes wide.
“Take it off!” She yells, and I start to laugh.
Reaching behind my head, I pull my shirt off in a sweep. She puts her fingers in her mouth and does a perfect taxi whistle, which causes me to stop mid-strip.
“I didn’t know you could do that.”
“Stop stalling and show me that dick!” Her carnival-barker voice is fucking hilarious.
“You’re going to wake Zane.” How did I become the old school marm in this situation? Redirect. “Shut your yap, Danger, and show me that pussy.”
Her eyes flare, and she scoots to the end of her bed, placing her laptop on the desk across from her. I watch as she stands and lifts my jersey, revealing white lace panties that rise over her hips.
“That’s more like it.” My cock is at full attention now. “Have I mentioned how good you look in my jersey?”
She turns and wiggles her soft booty wrapped in white lace before threading her fingers in the sides and slowly lowering them down her hips.
Looking over her shoulder, she blinks her eyes. “What do you want me to do, Lightning?”
I’ve never thought my nickname was sexy until I hear it dripping off her lips. “I want to watch you touch yourself while I come.”
She walks forward, climbing on all fours onto the bed, and I lube up before wrapping my fist around my erection.
Leaning her back against the pillows, she lifts the jersey over her bare tits and spreads her legs so I can see her touching herself.
“Damn,” I groan, moving my hand up and down my cock.
Orgasm builds in my pelvis, tightening my ass as I watch her bite her lip and moan. Her lids flutter, but her eyes are fixed on my hand.
“That’s so hot,” she moans. “I want to hear you come.”
My breath grows heavier the faster I pump, and I brace the desk, exhaling a groan. She moans in response, rubbing her knees together as her fingers circle her clit.
It’s a surge straight to my cock. “I’m close,” I groan and now my eyes are fixed on her bare pussy.