She slid her fingers beneath the waistband of my gray joggers, and I helped her drag them down. I was left in nothing but black boxer briefs. And she had some catching up to do.

Breaking apart from her mouth, I lifted her hips and tugged down her pants. I ran my hands along the curves of her thighs, down to her smooth, slender calves. “Missed these legs too.”

Pulling off her pajamas one foot at a time, I glided my palms back up her warm skin. My hands came to rest on her hips, still clad in her little black cotton panties. Damn. They were simple but sexy as hell. She sat up partway, helping me pull off her purple sweater and tank top. In a flash, she was nearly naked, and I was in heaven.

I cupped her full, perky breasts, squeezing. “Can’t forget these.” She tipped her head back as I brushed my lips along her collarbone, then skimmed lower to kiss the swell of her breasts.

My fingers traveled down her stomach, dipping below the waistband of her underwear. I moved lower, between her legs, where she was soaking wet already. “And you know I missed your pussy.”

Bailey drew in a shaky inhale, hips tilting in response to my touch. I stroked her, and she grabbed me over my underwear, sending another swell of pleasure through my body. She squirmed beneath me, circling her pelvis against my hand. The way she was moving, like she knew exactly what she wanted, gave me an idea.

I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up off the bed beneath me. “Hang tight, baby.” Kissing her again, I placed a hand between her shoulder blades. She giggled against my mouth as I flipped us around in one sweeping movement, putting her on top of me so she was straddling my hips.

“Show off.” Bailey arched an eyebrow playfully.

“Maybe a little,” I said. “But this is a great view.”

James on top of me, topless with nothing but that tiny black underwear. Hair falling around her shoulders, framing her perky tits. Perfection in every way.

She gave me a crooked smile, examining my torso. “I don’t know. I think mine’s better.”

My fingers spanned her waist, pulling her down as I thrust up to meet her. She let out a small whimper and closed her eyes, moving her pelvis, grinding against me in response.

“I missed your sounds too.”

“Mm-hmm.” She nodded, biting her bottom lip.

I lifted my hips again, and her hands flew to my biceps, digging in with each undulation. I watched her, mesmerized. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Her eyes flew open, her expression verging on embarrassment. Probably because we were both still partially clothed, dry humping like teenagers. But that was what made it so awesome—I loved getting her going. And with our bodies lined up the way they were, the external stimulation was definitely there.