Seth kisses me. Hard. Fast.
Then soft and slow.
He breaks the kiss and touches my cheek.
“You know I don’t do any bullshit foreplay, Jaci,” he says. “I’m here to fuck you. You want me to fuck you. That’s the game, right?”
“Works for me,” I say.
Seth’s hands open my jeans.
I quickly wiggle my hips and push my jeans down, not wanting to waste any more time.
Seth grabs the back of my legs, picks me up and puts me on my bed.
I cry out playfully.
His body is then on top of me.
He feels so good.
Big and strong.
He reaches down between us, his fingers touching my panties.
First, he traces the lines of my panties.
Then he pulls them to the left.
His fingers stroke wet skin.
I bite at his lip as my hips lift, wanting more.
One finger eases into my body.
Stars dance in front of my face.
Seth curls that finger and slowly exits my body but he doesn’t leave me.
He touches me.
My tender nub…
Then his touch is gone.
But only for a moment.
I look down and watch as he unzips his jeans.
This is how we’re doing this. We’re not getting naked. We’re not touching and cuddling and taking our time. This is how Seth fucks. It’s amazing. It’s exactly what I want and need right now.
I grab for the sheets on my bed and rock my hips.
He pulls himself free of his jeans and he’s right back between my legs.
His fingers yank my panties to one side.
This thick hardness presses against me.