Page 85 of With the Assist

My control snaps, and I take it upon myself to continue my exploration.

“This is pretty.” I run my fingertips across the light blue material, savoring the way her skin prickles at the teasing touch. “If I’d known you wear lacy things like this, I’d have had you strip for me sooner.”

“What makes you think I would’ve let…”

Her words die in her throat as I lean forward, dragging my mouth over the fabric.

I grin against her chest, teeth grazing across her skin as I slide my hands around her back, unlatching her bra. “What were you saying?”

She starts to talk, but curses under her breath, eyes darkening when she sees me close my teeth around the front of her bra, dragging it away from her body and down her arms. My mouth waters at the sight of her bare breasts only inches from my face.

“Where’d all that attitude go, Wesley?” I lean forward, my tongue brushing across her nipple. She moans as I suck it into my mouth.

Her hips wiggle in my lap as she throws her head back. My body responds on its own, hips pressing more firmly against her, desperate for the drag of her jeans to create more friction against my cock.

I force myself to slow down, dragging my mouth up along her collarbone and against her neck. Her skin is warm under my lips, and I breathe her in, grounding myself in her scent. I plan to spend all night seeing how I can get the most controlled woman I’ve ever met to let go for me.

She shivers. “God, Nathan, I…” I cut her off, kissing her again, deeper this time, my hands sliding up her back, feeling every inch of tension and heat between us.

She rocks forward, her fingers creeping under my shirt, tracing their way up my spine, and setting my skin on fire. When they trail back down, she reaches for the hem and pulls it over my head.

Her eyes darken with desire. “Your body is unfair,” she says, voice breathless.

I smile against her skin. “As if every part of you isn’t fucking perfection.”

Her back presses into the couch as I roll on top of her, letting my weight press against her. A groan slips free from somewhere deep in my throat when her hips rise to meet me. The sound spurs her on, and she starts grinding against me, my cock straining against my sweatpants.

She’s clumsy now, fumbling with my waistband before sliding it down my thighs so that she can palm me through the thin fabric of my boxers.

Fuck. I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe it feels this good. I don’t let myself think about what that might mean, instead opting to lose myself in her. In the way her eyes roam my body and the way her breath feels against my skin.

Her hand grips me and tugs, drawing a curse from my lips. I force myself to pull out of her grasp. Standing just long enough to get my sweatpants the rest of the way off.

I take a breath, pausing. I’m already too close to coming in my boxers at just the feel of her hand wrapped around me.

She watches me with her mouth parted as she lies across the couch. A vision of her on her knees in front of me with those lips parted for my cock flashes vividly, but right now, I have different ideas.

“Up.” My fingers tug on the button of her pants. My voice is husky and demanding, and I half expect her to argue.

Instead, she does as I ask, raising her hips enough that I can slide her pants past her ass. I smirk. “Wesley Miller, following my orders, for once.”

“I’m very coachable,” she murmurs, hips still raised while I take my time pulling her pants off, dropping kisses on the small bruises that scatter across her legs from her practices and games.

I slide back onto the couch by her feet, grabbing each of her legs. “Prove it by being a good girl and putting your legs on my shoulders.”

Her eyes widen with surprise, but she spreads her legs anyway, letting me slide up the couch while she drapes them over me. I finally have the view I’ve been aching for.

Her panties match her bra, with the same lace frills at the top. My focus, though, is on the obvious damp circle her arousal already created on the fabric. I can’t resist placing a tantalizing open-mouth kiss against it, sucking it into my mouth.

My first taste of her is better than anything I could’ve hoped for. Without even taking her panties off, she’s responsive and desperate.

She combs her fingers into my hair, gripping it tightly as if to hold me in place. I’d stay right here forever if she wanted, breathing in the scent of her wetness. I pull the fabric down her legs, then slide a finger up her slit.

“Fuck, your pretty little pussy is weeping for me.” I dip my finger into her, and she moans. “You’re so tight around me, too.”

I grind my cock into the couch as her legs tighten around me.

“Nathan, please,” She cries when I pull it out.