"The point was for you to do it."
"Danielle!" I warned.
"Wait!" She hurriedly limped to my drawer, pulled out another t-shirt, then limped back and roughly plonked it over my head. "There. Knock yourself out."
Her giggle was a candied tickle to my ears - sugary sweet and highly addictive. I wanted to gorge myself in it while humming appreciatively, knowing all the while it might not be good for my health … or my sanity.
"Fuck, this thing is uncomfortable." I reached behind to where the bra was digging into my back in an attempt to wrestle it free.
My wrestling didn't work.
All it did was incite Danielle to burst into laughter and plonk herself down onto my bed. "Don't tie yourself in knots, Lots." She laughed some more.
"Oh, you're real funny, aren't you?"
She nodded and snorted, then snorted again.
I couldn't help myself and laughed along with her, managing to free the clasp and undo the bra.
"Now what the fuck do I do?" I mumbled, trying to pull it through the armhole but nearly severing my neck in the process. "Jesus fucking Christ! It's attacking me."
Frustrated, I yanked everything off in one aggressive sweep, the bra and t-shirt hooking on my nose and almost bringing me to tears.
"Oh … my … God! Can't … breathe," she said, clutching her stomach and rolling back onto the bed. "It … hurts. It … hurts."
I gently grabbed her sore ankle. She squealed and tried to kick herself free of my grip with her good foot, but I was too strong for her tiny frame to stand a chance.
"I'm sorry, Lots. I swear," she pleaded while laughing.
"Lies."
"No. Truth," she giggled. "Truth!"
Before I could react, her good foot swung at me again, this time connecting with my side. I let go and clutched the tender area. "That was a cheap shot!"
"Shit! Did I hurt you?" She sat up and scooted forward along the bed, concern plastering her face, which was when I seized my opportunity and pushed her back on the bed, climbing on top of her and straddling her lap.
"I'm curious," I said, pinning her arms above her head. "Are you still ridiculously ticklish?"
Her head and neck craned forward. "No. Grew out of that a long time ago."
"Really?"
"Uh huh."
"Are you lying to me again?"
"No. Next question."
Fuck, she was cute. "Yeah, see I'm gonna need proof. I'm all about facts, remember?"
Transferring her hands into one of mine, I kept them secured above her head while I slowly crept my fingers down her arm toward her armpit.
She squirmed.
"Do you know rats laugh when they're tickled?"
"What? No. Why? Have you tickled one?"
"No." I tickled her underarm for being a smartarse.
She squealed and wriggled. "Stop!"
"See? You lied. You are still ticklish. I think I need more proof, though."
"No, you don't. Yes, I lied. I'm sorry."
Continuing to creep my fingers down, I trailed them along her side, stopping at the hem of my Batman t-shirt when I noticed her erect nipples through the material. Fuck!
I wanted to tickle those … with my tongue.
Flicking my eyes to hers, she bit her lip, her chest rising and falling in short, desperate pants. She wanted what I wanted; I could tell. Unlike her mouth, the rest of her body couldn't lie.
"Do you also know," I asked, continuing to creep my fingers along her tummy, "that it's impossible to tickle yourself?"
She bucked her hips ever so slightly. "No. But I'm guessing that's a good thing."
I trailed higher, lifting the t-shirt and placing a soft kiss just below her bellybutton. "Do you know you can stop a person tickling you?"
She hummed and swirled her hips. "Elliot."
"You can, but I'm not going to tell you how." I lifted the t-shirt over her breasts and glanced up, seeing perfectly rounded mounds. They were gorgeous, firm, and soft.
She arched her back and moaned when I circled her nipple with my fingertip. Once. Twice. Faster.
"Do you wanna know how to make it stop?"
Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, no words escaping those parted lips.
"You don't want me to tell you, do you?"
She moaned again, so I slid my tongue across her skin until her nipple was in my mouth.
"Oh God," she breathed, grinding her hips into mine.
I couldn't help myself and did the same thing, wanting nothing more than to slide my thick, hard, cock inside her and feel her slick, wet heat on my skin. I'd dreamed about it, jerked off to thoughts of it … I'd even pictured her in a past one-night stand's place.