Page 42 of Fierce-Michael

They weren’t loose as if they were the wrong size, just not glued to her body like the jeans she wore the other day.

“Aren’t we like a sexy couple?” she said. “Drop the jeans, buddy. Then I’ll do mine.”

He laughed. He wasn’t sure the last time he laughed when he was having sex.

He unfastened the button and lowered the zipper. “You too. Same time.”

She did the same, parted her jeans and he saw the matching bottoms to her bra.

“Shit,” he said. “You’re trying to work me up wearing that. I know you’re not some innocent sweet girl.”

She batted her eyes at him with a massive grin on her face. “It’s April Fool’s Day and all. Had to get my little joke in there.”

Which meant she’d been planning this. That he’d see what she had on under her clothes.

They both lowered their jeans and kicked them away. Her underwear rose high up on her hips and thighs and had enough coverage that he felt he was back in time with a style that was returning from the 90s.

She turned and showed her ass, still covered completely.

The whole innocent vibe she was pulling off enough that his dick was ready to lower his underwear on its own.

When she turned back, her eyes stopped at his crotch. “You’re staring,” he said.

“Just thinking that every part of you is big.”

He snorted. “I like to think that I’m proportionally built.”

“Oh, baby, you’re built. I just hope we fit.”

“You’ll be fine,” he said. “I’ll make sure of it.”

He had her in his arms again before she could say another word, her back hitting the bed and the bottom of her bra lifted.

His mouth went to a taut nipple and pulled it in for a taste and then a little nibble.

She let out a squeak and he leaned back. “Sorry,” she said. “Didn’t expect to feel that between my legs.”

He laughed. “Good to know.” Then did it again.

Her hips were lifting up and pressing against him, the barrier of their underwear not much in the scheme of things.

But it was enough to stop him from sinking in fast like he wanted to do.

Since she’d made a comment about them fitting, he’d make sure she was ready though.

First, he played with her breasts some more, and had her squirming under him to the point he thought she was a fish out of water trying to get back in.

He’d never had to keep someone still before and she was making it hard.

“I’m so worked up,” she said.

“Need me to take care of that first?” he asked, his hand sliding down and inside of her underwear. Shit, she was completely bare and he had to see it. Talk about a contradiction to what she had on.

“I’d appreciate that,” she said. “Because it’s going to be fast.”

He helped her wiggle out of her underwear, got a good look at her waxed skin. “Do you always do that?”

“Just usually around bathing suit season, but since I’ve got a guy in my life, I thought I’d do it a little earlier.”