Then she found him and closed her fingers around his hard cock.
“Oh yeah,” she murmured. “Feel how hard you are.”
“Fuck yeah.” He thrust into her hand. “All for you, baby.”
“Want to be skin to skin.” She rose onto her knees so he could shove his shorts down; then he helped her get hers off, along with panties. She lowered herself onto him. He was about to stop her—because no condom—but instead of taking him inside, she slid her wet pussy along the length of his cock, the tip of it lying on his belly. With her feet hooked over his thighs, she moved on him. Jesus. He stared down between them to see the shiny smooth head of his cock and her glistening pink pussy lips sliding along the shaft, back and forth. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he groaned. “You’re surprising me, Professor. Look at you taking over and getting creative.”
Her smile was sultry. “I’m surprising myself.” She bit her lip and moved on him again. “But I’m just doing what feels good.”
“That does feel good. Christ. You’re making me crazy. Need to be inside you, but no condom.”
“We’ll just do this, then.” And she reached behind again to finger his balls. They drew up tight against his body. Her other hand planted on his chest, she slid back and forth along his length. Sparks raced through him, every nerve ending electrified, tension building in his spine, his balls aching.
“Is this working for you?” he asked hoarsely.
“Oh yeah.”
He slid lower into the couch and skimmed his hands up under her tank top to her breasts, squeezing them, then pinching her nipples. She panted in choppy bursts, eyelids half-closed, lips parted. She moved faster and she let out a fractured cry, her body going still other than her pussy pulsing in tiny movements against him.
That sent him over. He shouted as a bolt of heat surged up his dick and exploded, his dick jerking with each pulse, coming on his stomach. He thought his heart was going to burst out of his chest. When he could wrench his eyes open he focused on Hayden perched on his lap, her hot, wet pussy still on his cock, jizz all over his abs and some on the couch. She was gazing down at that with a fascinated expression, her cheeks pink.
“Wow,” she whispered. “That was hot.”
“Christ.” His head fell back into the cushions, his body weak and quaking. “Hot doesn’t even begin to describe that. Incendiary, maybe.”
She leaned over and kissed him. “I have to move. My hips are seizing up.”
He closed his hands over her waist, enjoying how delicate she felt and how tiny she looked in his big hands, and lifted her off him, swinging her around to plant her on her ass on the couch. She let out a shocked little gasp.
He leaned forward and plucked a couple of tissues from a box on the table and swiped them over his belly, watching her all the while. “Damn, you look sexy like that. Your hair all wild, wearing nothing but a little tank top that shows off your nipples. Your cheeks all rosy.”
She swallowed and pressed her hands to her cheeks. “Oh my God. I must look hideous.”
“Fuck no. The word I used was ‘sexy.’” He snagged more tissues and wiped off the couch, then dropped back beside her, bare ass to the red leather. “You know, you’re right. This leather couch is very practical for sex.”
She started laughing and bent over at the waist. “Well, I can honestly tell you I was not thinking about having sex on this couch when I bought it.”
“Seriously? A red leather couch? You had to be thinking about having sex on it. A red leather couch just screams ‘Let’s fuck right here, right now.’”
She laughed harder and he pulled her into his arms.
“I’d be thinking about sex if I was buying a red leather couch.”
“I’m so shocked.”
Now he laughed, and tucked her face into his neck. “I think we need to put our clothes back on or we’ll be fucking again, right here.”
“Oh, come on. You’ve already done it twice in one night.”
He made a wounded sound. “Are you questioning my virility?”
She kissed his neck with a little tongue. Pleasure slid down his spine. “I’m teasing you.”
Her sense of humor didn’t surprise him anymore, but every time she showed it he got a weird feeling in his chest.
“And yes, putting clothes back on would be a good idea.” She moved away from him and bent to pick up her panties, standing to primly tug them on.
“Nice panties.” He tapped her butt in the little black bikini panties edged with ivory lace.
She gave him a tiny smirk. “Thank you.”