Groaning loudly, he leaned into the wall, his cock throbbing in his pants. He didn’t want to wait. But like she said, he couldn’t say no to her. As she moved away from him, pointing to the long wall that held all the big windows, she said with a raspy voice, “This is where the sectional will go.” He nodded but it was hard, especially with his heartbeat roaring in his ears and all the blood in his body going right to his cock. When she started to remove her shirt, throwing it down on the spot, he paused. He drank in the sight of her pale skin against the dark red of the bra she wore, and his groin tightened as she moved to the corner. “Here will be the big, man recliner. Sorry, the gamer chair is going upstairs in the toy room.” She undid her pants, pushing them down her thighs. His mouth went dry as she turned, bending over to give him one hell of a view of her plump ass with only a peek of a red string thong.

Choking on his words, he said, “You mean collectibles?”

She nodded, looking over her shoulder at him. “Oh, of course,” she muttered, turning and going to the TV. “This will be wall-mounted.” With her eyes holding his, she undid her bra and hung it over the TV. “Good spot, huh?”

But Benji couldn’t speak. He was aching to touch her breasts, and he had almost closed the distance between them, but then she was walking toward him. Strutting in the wickedest way, she paused beside him, running her hand down his chest, his stomach, and pausing at his cock, squeezing it through his jeans.

“Damn,” he wheezed and she grinned, her eyes wicked as she held his.

“Wanna see what I’m gonna do to the stairs?”

He swallowed hard as her hand moved along his hip before she headed to the stairs, bending over to pick her coat up off the floor. Hanging it up, she started up the stairs.

“I’m gonna put up pictures of you playing,” she said roughly, her eyes never leaving his. Then she paused, pushing her panties down and laying them on the banister, her eyes half-lidded as she said, “Maybe some jerseys. Not sure yet.”

Before he knew it, he was moving.

Her lips curved as he stopped in front of her, his face at her breasts since he was down a stair. “Sounds great.”

“I thought so,” she said, moving her hands down her body. “Wasn’t it worth it to listen?”

His eyes narrowed as he wrapped his arms around her butt, holding her to him. Looking up at her, a breast on either side of his face, he grinned. “Yeah, now can I make love to you?”

Her brow quirked. “Oh, make love now?”

He nibbled at her breast. “Yeah, decided I wanted more than just a fuck.”

“Just now deciding that?”

“Well, you are designing my house. Might need to throw in some deep, soulful kisses.”

She nodded in agreement. “Maybe a little gazing into my eyes to make me feel like I mean something to you.”

He tried not to laugh. “Yes, of course, a lot of caresses too as I move into you ever so slowly.”

“Yes! And promises of tomorrow.”

“And beyond,” he cheered, and she dissolved in giggles as he threw her over his shoulder. “I don’t want some cheesy romance novel. I want you.”

“Well, good thing ’cause I’m more smutty than cheesy.”

Grabbing a handful of her ass, he squeezed as he said, “Just the way I like you.”

“Take me upstairs, Benji. Make love to me,” she said in her best heroine voice and he grinned.

“All right, milady,” he said roughly, smacking her ass hard. She squealed as he laughed before running up the stairs and down the hall to his room. As he threw her on the bed, she grinned up at him while he removed his shirt and tossed it on the floor. Reaching for his belt, he pulled it out in one fluid movement, his gaze on hers as he ran his tongue along her lips.

Slapping the belt to his palm, he winked. “Maybe we can move into some BDSM.”

Her eyes widened as she scoffed. “And maybe I can kick you in your dick if you come anywhere near me with that belt.”

He paused. He wasn’t sure why that surprised him, but it did. He was soon laughing so hard, he was crying as he fell onto the bed beside her. Giggling with him, she reached for his pants, undoing them as she shook her head.

“Jeez, disabled by laughter,” she teased as his chuckles subsided and he looked up at her.

Cupping her face, he grinned. “You’re insane.”

“Eh, been told that a time or two,” she said with a grin before getting off the bed and yanking his jeans and boxers off. “Lazy! Make me do all the work.”

“Hey, damn right. Now climb up here,” he demanded, stroking his cock, his gaze locked with hers. “I want to be inside you.”

She moved toward him, coming between his legs, her fingernails running along his thighs before she stopped, her lips curving. Taking his cock in her hand, she dropped her mouth to him, sucking the head of him between her sweet lips. Breathing out her name, he threaded his hand into her hair as the other clenched above his head. He swore she had the hottest mouth, and he almost couldn’t handle it. Especially when she got a good rhythm, moving her hand and mouth in perfect unison, taking him deep to the back of her throat and then back out, driving him absolutely crazy.

“Babe, come on. I’m going to come,” he warned, his hand fisting her hair. “I can’t take it.”

She paused, looking up at him, his cock deep in her mouth, her green eyes bright.