Page 7 of Hot Shot

I slowly release her so she slides down my body.

“Why am I the only one not wearing a shirt?” she asks.

I give her a grin, then pull off my t-shirt.

She takes one look at me and rolls her eyes. Then she laughs and says, “it’s like you’re photoshopped.”

“Crazy. Stupid. Love. Great movie.”

“Yes, but seriously, your body is ridiculous.”

I glance down at myself. “You haven’t even seen all of it.” I unfasten my jeans but leave them on. For now. Then I toe off my shoes and socks.

I dig in my suitcase and pull out the box of condoms I stuck in on a whim at the last minute.

She arches a brow. “Planning to get lucky?”

“Not really, but I wanted to be prepared.” I wince at the box when I toss it on the bed. “Does it make me look like a douche?”

“No. It makes you look like a boy scout.”

“I do have a first aid kit in the bag too.”

She chuckles, shaking her head. “You’re adorable.”

“You’re killing me with that.” I step closer to her, put my hands on her waist and look into her eyes. “Are you sure you still want to do this?”

Her response is to simply reach behind her back, unhook her bra and let it fall off her shoulders.

The first sight of her breasts has me reaching out to cup them. They’re heavy, soft and perfectly sized for my big hands. I swipe my thumbs across her nipples. They harden immediately, and she hisses out a breath.

“These are the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen,” I tell her. “I love how heavy they are. How responsive you are.” I draw an invisible line down her cleavage. “I could slide my dick right in here. Fuck myself in-between these beauties.”

“Yes,” she whispers. Her back arches, pressing her tits further into my palms. “Anything.”

I bend and lick across one nipple, then the next, then suck it into my mouth. “You taste delicious. Makes me want to lick you everywhere. Take off the rest of your clothes and get on the bed.”

Her brown eyes meet mine, her pupils blown so much that her eyes look nearly black. She licks her lips.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I say. I shuck my jeans but leave my boxers in place.

“Your thighs are enormous,” she says.

“It’s because….”

She presses a finger to my lips. “No work talk. Let’s just fuck.”

My dick pulses in my boxers and I grip it tightly though the fabric. “Goddammit, Charlotte, are you trying to kill me?”

She tilts her head and laughs. But then she’s completely bared to me. I watch her plump ass jiggle as she climbs onto the bed.

I shuck my boxers and climb onto the bed next to her. “C’mere.” I pat my stomach.

There she goes arching a brow again.

“I want to eat your pussy, but I want you to sit on my face.”

Her mouth falls open.