BEN

We haven’t even taken off all our clothes, and I’m on the verge of finishing.

Watching Holly orgasm has adrenaline pumping through my veins, pushing all my blood to my dick. I want to beat my chest like an ape and then make a novelty T-shirt to wear everywhere that says, I made Holly Foster scream my name as she came!

Her soft body is draped around me, her breath panting hot on my neck. As she recovers, I unhook her bra, sliding the straps down her arms. She lets me and starts to pepper small kisses on my neck.

Already, my girl is heating up again.

I move to lay her down on the bed, but she stops me, instead pushing off me to stand up. The loss of her warm skin against mine is like a Band-Aid being ripped off. I reach out to pull her back, but she dances out of my grip.

“Nuh-uh. I still haven’t seen all the goods yet.”

Hell, she’s sexy.

Holly props her hands on her hips, not caring in the slightest that she’s topless, only wearing a pair of tiny blue underwear with a little bow on the front.

I’m so distracted by her, the sway of her tits, and the damp shine to her inner thighs; it takes me a moment to figure out what she’s saying.

“The goods?”

She crosses her arms, effectively covering her chest. I’m pretty sure I’m pouting or glaring. Doesn’t matter. I just want to see her tight pink nipples again.

“Yeah. The goods. Your tattoos. I demand to see every inch of you before we …” She peters off, biting her lip and fixating on my briefs.

Even though I’m so hard for her that it’s starting to hurt, the cotton of my underwear stretched tight, I can’t help teasing. “Before we what?”

Her eyes flick up to mine and then stay when she sees my expression. A slow smile, reminding me of that purple cat from Alice in Wonderland, curls across her mouth. “Before we”—she hesitates—“fuck.” The raspy tone of her voice as she carefully says that last word sets my brain on fire.

I should’ve known better than to mess with her. She plays to win.

“You’re gonna kill me.”

Holly shrugs, still wearing her evil grin.

She wants to see all of me? Who am I to deny her?

Because of the low ceiling, I stay seated, shimmying off my last piece of clothing. I thought I might be insecure. I’m not in good shape like I used to be. But the way she stares at me, like I’m something she wants to consume, takes away any discomfort.

So, I lean back on my arms, knees spread, cock standing at attention, as my girlfriend drinks her fill.

“Lie back on the bed.” Her voice, when it comes out, still has that deep, husky quality.

I do as she commanded, sliding backward on her silky comforter until I rest on the pillows.