Playing Chase (Against The Wall) by Julie Prestsater Page B

pillows off her bed before leaning back: Her arms falling back and resting above her head. Her hair spread out wildly in every direction. She’s breathtaking.
    The zipper on the side of her dress is calling my name. I reach over and begin to pull it down.
    “How did you know that was there?”
    I arch my brow at her. “Honey, I’ve been thinking about how I was going to get you naked since you walked into the dance tonight. I knew exactly where this was fastened about eight seconds after you started talking to me.”
    She waves her hand. “Well then, carry on.”
    She cracks me up. Normally, I’d like to get right to it, but Tiff’s commentary has me chuckling inside.
    I lean down and press my lips to hers again. Just for a few seconds. It had already been way too long since I last kissed her. Then I sit up again and go to work on sliding down that zipper. I peel her dress to the side and shimmy it down her body, then toss it on the floor.
    Her hot pink bra and panties have my dick twitching with delight. My uptight student teacher with the grandma cardigan and baggy dress pants has a killer body, a six-pack even and she’s wearing sinful lingerie. I could cry, I’m so hard and dying to get inside her.
    “Do you wear these to work?” I slide my finger along the waistband of her satin underwear.
    “Sure do.”
    I groan. “I’ll never be able to concentrate again. This is all I’ll be thinking about.” I lower my body on top of her, careful not to crush her. My face is just inches from hers and I can feel her warm breath against my lips. “Are you sure, Tiffany? It’s not too late to stop. You can stop me at any time. We haven’t done anything yet. And we don’t have to.”
    “Chase, I’m not going to stop you. I want this. More than you know.”
    My lips brush against hers, slowly at first. Just soft kisses to tell her how much she means to me, how much I care. I place kisses down her neck and along her collarbone before I reach her cleavage. Her breath catches when I drag my teeth over the material of her bra.
    Tiffany reaches for the front of it, unhitches the clasp, takes it off her shoulders and tosses it on the floor next to her dress and my clothes.
    “I thought I was going to do that,” I say before getting a good look at the perfection of Tiffany’s full breasts. 
    “Honey, I want to be naked with you already. You’re teasing me and I’m about to die. I want to feel your skin against mine. I want to touch every part of you and I want you to touch every part of me.”
    “There’s no rush, Tiff. I’m not going anywhere. We have the rest of our lives to be naked together.”
    She yanks down her panties and tosses those to the floor too. “We have the rest of our lives to take our time and go slow. Right now, Chase Marino, I want you deep inside me and making me scream your name.” She reaches down and takes hold of my cock. She strokes it so good I groan with pleasure. “See, you’re ready.” Then she grabs my hand, and touches it to her wet pussy. “And as you can feel, I’m ready too. So get busy.”
    “Fuck, who knew you were a little vixen underneath that all-business exterior?”
    “I had you fooled.” She reaches down to take off her last piece of clothing. Her black boots.
    “Oh no, honey. Those are staying on.” She looks like a fucking centerfold : Her pink nipples pulled tight for me, her skin glowing with a sheen of sweat, a perfectly landscaped dusting of hair between her legs, and her plump lips, that are begging to be kissed. But only I get to see her. She’s all mine.
    I leave my hand where she left it, sliding one finger inside her and watching her breath hitch. Her breaths come quicker when I slide in a second. Slowly, teasing her at first and then going deeper with each stroke. I rub her sensitive spot with my thumb. She moans and lifts her hips into my hand.
    “Oh my god. You’re going to make me go with just your fingers.” Her head tilts back and her eyes