“Later.” She walks backwards into the living room while peeling the flannel off her shoulders, dropping it to the ground.
From across the room, my eyes go wide, my mouth falling open. I’ve only been able to fantasize about the memory of her over the last few weeks, but now, here in my apartment, I have the real thing once again.
My eyes quickly dart to my windows, ensuring the curtains are closed before my stare immediately falls back to my girl. Stevie unbuttons her jeans, all the while her blue-greens are locked on me.
“Rosie!” I call out to my room, where she’s probably passed out on her dog bed, exhausted from an exciting day. “Stay in there. Your mom is about to make your dad real happy.”
Stevie silently laughs as she pushes the denim over her hips and ass. My lingering gaze slowly works its way up her thick thighs, over the soft skin of her belly, and to her tits that I’m all too obsessed with, hidden behind a tank top that’s so tight it may as well have been painted on.
I can feel my eyes hooding over as I take slow, leisurely steps towards her, my hands out in front of me, ready to touch and love on the body I’ve missed far too much over the last few weeks. But as soon as I reach her, she takes a step back, maintaining a distance from me.
She wears a sly smile on her lips, her eyes shining with amusement as she shakes her head to tell me no.
“Stevie,” I draw out. “I haven’t touched you in weeks.”
She lifts a single brow. “I know.”
“I need to touch you.”
She shakes her head in silence before peeling the tank top off, leaving her in only a pair of light blue panties and a matching bra. They’re doing all sorts of things to my imagination, the color playing perfectly off her bronze skin and ocean eyes.
That’s when it hits me. “Is this my punishment?”
She pops a shoulder. “Just want to make sure you’ve learned your lesson because you’re never breaking up with me again.” Her smile is sinister and wicked, lifted on one side.
“Oh, sweetheart.” I take a step forward, but she mirrors it, retreating. “I’ve learned my lesson. Trust me. I’m never making that mistake again.”
“I just want to make sure it really sinks in, you know?”
Finally, she moves towards me, hands on my hipbones, walking me backward. Looking down, I’m mesmerized by the slit in her cleavage, the way her tits bounce with each step, and I want nothing more than to touch every inch of her body. I need it in my hands, in my mouth.
The back of my legs hit the couch as she pushes me to sit down.
“No touching allowed. You can watch.”
Fuck me.
She keeps her eyes locked on mine as she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra, letting it fall to the floor.
“Okay, confidence,” I encourage.
She lightly laughs before her ring-covered fingers graze over her tits, pinching her nipples and forming them into little brown peaks.
“Fuck, Vee,” I murmur in a daze. “Goddamn perfection.” I relax back into the couch, stretching out like a king on his throne.
She sways her hips slightly as she stands in front of me, giving me a show, her hands trailing down her soft skin and hooking into the waistband of her underwear.
I swallow, internally begging for her to pull them off, needing to see her pretty brown pussy I haven’t been able to taste in far too long.
She plays with the fabric but keeps them in place.
“Don’t tease me. Take them off.”
She does as I say, slowly shimmying them down her thighs until they pool around her ankles.
My naked girl stands there in all her glory, endlessly more confident than the first time I saw her bare, and I love that for her.
Judging by the erection I’m sporting, I love it for me too.
The slit between her legs is already glistening with her arousal, making my cock painfully stretch against my zipper. I give it a quick adjustment to try to reduce the ache.
She slowly shakes her head. “No touching.”
“Stevie,” I whine. “You can’t stand there looking like that and not let me touch anything. You’re torturing me.”
“That’s the point. But if you follow the rules, then I’ll give you what you want.” She stalks towards me. “Eventually.”
I resign, sinking back to the couch behind me, my arms out wide, resting on the top of the sofa, hoping it’ll keep my hands from finding her. “It’s a good thing I love you.”
Her smile is soft. “Yeah. Good thing.”
She climbs onto the couch, legs straddling mine, but she stays up on her knees, not touching me or providing the much-needed friction my dick is begging for.