inspection, I see the small print on the tie is palm trees. “A California tie.”
“Yep.”
“I’ll wear it on our next trip to California. For luck.” I give her a big smooch. “Although it may not be until next year. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Come on in. How was lunch?”
“Good! We looked at the schedule and we picked a date to get everyone together before the playoffs start.”
“Great. It’ll be a last chance to party before shit gets real.”
She curls up on my sectional. “Playoffs are serious stuff, huh?”
“Oh, hell yeah.” I sit next to her, then shift her and lay her down and move on top of her.
She laughs breathlessly, her hands on my back. “You could buy me dinner first.”
“Ha ha. You just ate.” I nuzzle her throat. “And I want to eat you.”
“Ohhhh.” Her eyes close. “I’m always in favor of that.”
“Thought so.” I suck on her neck. “I’ll be a gentleman and offer to take you to the bedroom…”
“That’s okay…”
I kiss her again, and again, my hard dick pressing against her pussy. I slide my hand under her sweater to cup her tit through her bra and gently squeeze. Her hips lift against me, and after long moments of heated kissing and petting, she’s writhing and panting beneath me. I smile and place one last kiss on her mouth, then shift up to my knees.
I study her with avid eyes as I help her off with the sweater. A purple lace bra with low-cut cups barely covers her nipples. “Nice.” My voice is rough. I open her jeans and ease them down her hips, revealing high-waisted purple lace panties.
“I bought them in L.A. You like?”
“I like. A lot. Sexy.” I bend down to press a kiss between her breasts, then finish working the jeans down her legs. I drop them to the floor and start to take off her socks.
She kicks her feet. “No, leave my socks on. My feet are cold.”
I roll my lips in, studying her—purple lace, smooth pale curves, long bare legs…and pink-and-purple-striped socks. “Okay.”
“Don’t laugh at me.” Her eyes twinkle. “Cold feet are not sexy.”
“Can’t argue with that.” I reach behind my neck and pull my long-sleeved Henley over my head. I undo my jeans, which are painfully tight, but I leave them on as I slip my arms beneath her thighs and yank her down on the couch. “These panties are pretty, but not as easy access as a thong.”
“I should have thought of that,” she says, breathlessly. “We’ll just have to take them off.”
I nuzzle the front of them, inhaling the sweet, musky scent of her arousal. “I guess we will.” With my fingers hooked in the waistband, I draw them off too, and her knees fall apart, giving me a beautiful, yielding view of her gorgeous pussy. I drag my fingertips reverently over soft flesh, my other hand sliding inside my boxers to grip my aching cock.
“So pretty,” I murmur, probing with my thumb. “So wet…”
“God, you make me wet. I just have to think about you, and I get wet.”
“I like that. I get hard thinking about you. Fuck, I missed you, Sara.” I bend to kiss her, softly, chastely at first. Then I part her pouty lips and delve deeper, licking her up, savoring her taste, circling her swollen clit with my tongue, then finally dragging the flat of my tongue over it.
Her body twitches hard and her hands slide into my hair. She lifts her inside foot up onto the back of the couch. Christ…her legs spread like this, her hands in my hair, her tits pushing up…she’s so fucking hot I could come just from the visual.
I lick at her, slide my tongue through her pussy cleavage, then suck her sensitive bud and she comes apart, fingers tugging my hair, her body shuddering, sexy cries filling the air. Jesus, I love this, love making her feel so good.
Breathing hard, I lift my head and peer up at her. Her chest and face are flushed, her lips parted. She lets out one more soft sigh of pleasure.
“Hold on, honey.” I rise. “I don’t have a condom.”
My jeans sag on my hips as I book it into the bedroom to grab one. I leave the pants there, rolling on the condom as I stride back, totally naked now. Sara’s limp and quivering on the couch.
The first thing I do is tug the little lace cups down under her tits and dive in to devour her sweet nipples.