I nod, about to answer, when the pad of his middle finger brushes against a narrow triangle of short curls.

“Oh Kira,” He said, his cock giving an abrupt, painful throb. “On the couch,” He says hoarsely, pulling my hand from my panties and giving my ass a little swat. “On your back.”

I move backward, turning toward the living room and giving him a view of my perfect ass.

Firm enough to curve, soft enough to bounce a little as I walk, sloping into strong thighs and up into hips made to have his hands curled around them. With a stilted breath, I lower myself onto the sofa, dark...