Goosebumps spread across her skin, her back arched. “I-I...” she squeaked.

Sitting back, I pulled my shirt off, reveling in how she drank up my body with her eyes. She laid there, speechless, while her gaze drifted down to my pants. Her throat bobbed while she took in the bulge that formed in my pants. I grabbed her hands and put them on my belt. “Take this belt off for me, Blondie.”

She bit her lip, unsure of what to do. Those vibrant eyes met mine with a spark of desire, and she held my gaze while slowly undoing my belt. Pulling it free, she tossed it aside and unbuttoned my jeans, slowly lowering the zipper.

My pulse races, each breath shallow and quick, an insatiable hunger for her touch consumed me. Shoving my pants to the ground, my dick was readily apparent in my boxers. I watched curiously as she hesitated in reaching out for it.

Trying to control my urges, I whispered, “Don’t be shy.”

Her hand steadied and gripped my cock through my boxers, and I swore I could have came right then and there out of pure excitement. Releasing a low moan, she drew her eyes back up to mine. “Is it okay if I don’t know what to do?”

Fuck.

“What is it you want to do?” It was incredibly hard to focus with her grasping my cock and looking at me with those innocent doe eyes.

Grabbing the waistband of my boxers, she pulled them down to reveal what was underneath–my cock fully hard with need for her. She replaced her hand and started stroking it.

“Mhm,” I groaned. My legs threatened to give out standing there.

She tucked her hair behind her ears and looked ready to open her mouth for me. God, what that mouth must feel like. “Can I...” she trailed off, looking intimidated by the size.

“Just tell me what you want,” I gritted through my teeth. I needed her so badly I was about to throw her down and take her until we both became puddles on the floor.

She kept stroking me as she stood, eyes playing a dangerous game with me. Our mouths crashed together and I moaned into her mouth–that hand stroking me being far too much of a tease. A small moan rolled from her lips and into the kiss before she shoved me onto the bed.

“I want you to lay there,” she said as she straddled me, coming back to plant her mouth on mine again.

Fully clothed, she taunted me with the way her hips moved over me. The confidence she had grew with how I responded to her touching me and I could tell she was working up the nerve to use her mouth.

I gripped her gently by the hair, holding her face back from mine. “Are you working up the nerve to use your mouth, Blondie?”