She pauses, her tits heaving as she looks at me, hair wild from my hands.
“Say it.”
Her body shudders and she swallows, her throat working.
“Say it so I can fuck your pussy.”
She closes her eyes, lashes fluttering. “You…y-you….”
“I’m the one,” I insist.
She parts her lips and runs her tongue across her top teeth. “If you’re the one, prove it.”
I sweep down and kiss her again, fitting my lips over her perfect luscious mouth, tugging and biting. She’s divine, the smell of her, the flick of her tongue as it battles with mine.
“The coat…” she says, her hands going to the buttons. “Please. Take it off.”
I move quickly, undoing the ones I just fastened until I reach the one at the top. It doesn’t give, and fuck, my hands are fumbling like a kid. You’d think I’d never held a hockey stick in my life.
Her hand is on my pants and I hiss when she palms me through my jeans. She unzips them and slips her hand inside and brushes her fingers across my dick, and I yank on the last button, sending it flying off somewhere in the darkness.
I push the jacket off her shoulders and expose her dress, and there’s enough light coming in to see her creamy skin, the way her cleavage moves when she breathes…
Her eyes are low and heavy, and when her lush lips part—
My breath hitches. God, I’m falling so fast…
“There’s a tie that holds the dress up at my neck,” she breathes. “Can you undo it?”
“Soon.” I put my mouth on her tits through the material, my hands cupping them and bringing them to me. She cries out when I nibble through her dress, sucking hard on the outline of a nipple I can barely see.
She leans her head back, her legs wrapping around my hips to pull me closer.
My hands blunder around her neck, pulling on the knotted fabric until it loosens, but not before I hear a small tear in the material.
“This isn’t mine!” she cries.
“Shit. I’ll buy another one,” I manage to say, but I can’t say I’m sorry once I see her bared. I expose her dark purple lace bra and undo the front clasp, and her breasts spill out. Pink and hard, her nipples are erect, stark against her pale skin. I let out a shuddering breath, desire curling, intensifying. I’ve been dreaming about her like this since I had her against the wall.
The weight of her is perfect and full in my palm. I suck one into my mouth, flicking my tongue at the rosy pebble. My hand massages one as I attend to the other, giving it attention with my tongue and lips, switching it up, my instinct reading her body, gauging the little moans.
She cries out my name as I push her tits together and lick them both, sucking on them at the same time, my eyes looking up at her, letting her see that I’m a dirty fucking lover and I’m going to devour every single inch of her.
“Z,” she says, urging me on with little breaths.
Moving up her body, I kiss her neck, sucking hard. She gives it right back, her lips on my jawline, nipping and then kissing me sweetly.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmur in her ear, my tongue exploring the curves and recesses there, my hands still plucking, running my fingers over her nipples, playing her like a piano. I want to spend time here. I want to put my dick between those mounds and fuck her. I want her tits in my face when she’s bouncing on top of me. I want her breasts in my hands when I wake up.
We kiss and her hands are running through my hair, tugging on the ends. “Please.” She claws at my shirt, helping me pull it over my head and toss it to the floor.
She sucks in a breath at my tattoo, and I guess she didn’t get a good view of it at the Kappa house. Her fingers brush over the lines on my chest, and I know there will be questions later.
I groan when my fingers slip into her silky panties and she’s dripping wet. My forehead goes against hers as our eyes lock. Panting, she writhes against my fingers, her hips rotating against my palm.
She shudders as I make my way down her neck, my lips hard and then soft to make up for it. I want to consume every inch of