She pushes my pants down a touch farther—they’re barely hanging on now—to take control of my mouth, to make me feel fucking wild inside. Like I’m losing all control, like whatever happens next, I won’t be able to contain myself.

Her palm slides to the front of my body, to my hip, right next to my growing erection. I groan into her mouth as she inches closer and closer, making needles break out over my skin, my heart pounding wildly in my chest, and causing a sweat to break out on the back of my neck.

Because please, fucking please, just make the move. Make the goddamn move, Scottie. Touch me. Play with me.

Watch me.

I don’t care what it is. But make the move.

Her tongue slashes against mine, and her hand moves another inch until she slides her palm right over my erection.

“Fuck,” I breathe out as I pull away for just a moment to catch her widened eyes. She gently squeezes me, and I feel everything in me fall apart—I’m hers to control. She could do whatever she wanted at this point, and I’d say yes.

She wets her lips and then slowly lowers to her knees, where she takes the waistband of my jeans and then pulls it all the way down, along with my boxer briefs. She helps me out of my clothes, and then she presses her hands to my legs and crawls up them until they reach my cock, and that’s when she looks up.

Her eyes widen and her mouth slightly parts as she takes me in.

I’m stretching up my stomach now, showing off my magic cross piercing—four piercings, all on the head, forming a cross.

Before she can touch me, I take a step back and then another until I’m backing up on the bed. I take a seat, lean against the headboard, and then as I grip my cock, I say, “Strip for me.”

This time, there isn’t much hesitation on her end.

She lifts her shirt up and over her head, revealing a purple bra with pink embroidered flowers. And then she pushes her shorts down, revealing a matching pair of underwear.

Jesus, she’s so fucking hot.

I let my eyes wander as I look over her breasts, firmly cupped into her bra with a sizable amount of cleavage that’s making my mouth water. Her hourglass curves are what she keeps hidden under her looser-fitting clothes. Such a goddamn shame.

I slowly move my hand over my cock, and in a husky voice, I say, “Crawl to me, Pips.”

Standing in her lingerie, she wets her gorgeous lips and then moves to the end of the bed, gets on her hands and knees, and then, to my fucking delight, crawls to my legs, where she sits up and straddles them.