“I’d miss that green bra and panties set,” he admitted. “I want to see you in it again.”

“Now?”

His gaze lifted to mine. The blue was dark and stormy. Eager. “Now I want you naked.”

I wanted that too, so I took off my t-shirt without any reservation or shyness and dropped it to the floor. “The sports bra is going to take a little work. Guard your eyes.”

He frowned. “Huh?”

I laughed. “To hold in the girls, it needs to be tight. Protect yourself from flying elbows.” I got to work, crossing my arms in front and grabbing the bottom edge at my ribs. Then worked it up. It wasn’t easy and when I was really sweaty, sometimes I panicked I’d get stuck.

Thatcher was laughing by the time it was off but went silent when my breasts were exposed. He looked at them reverently and his fingertips brushed over the indentations the tight fit left in my skin.

“This doesn’t hurt, does it?”

I shook my head. “No. It keeps me from getting two black eyes.”

He frowned, then caught on. Then cupped me. “They’re more than a handful. Perfect. Fuck me, I could play with them for hours.”

My nipples tightened into hard points and like a kid with a new toy—or two—he played with intent focus. Mouth and hands. It wasn’t hours, but I was writhing and squirming on his lap eager for more. Interested in giving him some of the same attention. Taking hold of his hands, I moved them off me. He looked up, confused.

I gave him a secret smile, then scooted back and dropped to my knees on the floor between his.

“Sweets,” he said, catching on to my intention.

I leaned forward and undid his belt buckle, then his zipper. Thatcher helped by lifting his hips and pushing down his jeans and boxers. His dick sprang free, and I gripped the base. Stroked it once.

“Fuck,” he growled, his head falling back to lean against the couch. His eyes remained on me. “The sight of you, my dick at your lips, those tits out and nipples red and hard. Fuck me, it’s the prettiest sight I’ve seen.”

I felt powerful then, knowing Thatcher was lost to the pleasure he found in me. In us.

I took him into my mouth for the first time, licking the mushroom shaped head, then taking it deep. There was no way I could take all of him, but I gripped the base and stroked him as I sucked.

His hands tangled in my hair, sliding it back then tugging on it so I looked up at him.

“I don’t want to come in your mouth. Not this time. And shit, I don’t have a condom. Not here.”

“Did you bring the bachelorette party favor bag?” I asked.