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and gave himself a slow stroke. He shuddered as the pleasure snaked through his body. In his fantasy he peeled away the coat to expose a tight, thin cotton sweater that couldn’t hide the hardened state of her nipples.
    “So beautiful,” he murmured as he let her jacket fall to the ground. The bright light of the apartment illuminated the curves of her body.
    He cupped her full breasts. Even clothed she was a knockout. He squeezed the mounds, savoring their weight and fullness. Ava let out a throaty moan that filled his belly with fire. He grabbed the hem and pulled. Without a single word of protest, she lifted her arms and allowed him to slip the sweater up her body. He couldn’t resist placing kisses on the exposed parts of her that he could reach. Brice dropped the sweater to the floor with her jacket and took a step back to admire the slight swell of her belly and the bright white lace covering her breasts.
    Brice pulled on his shaft as he pictured Ava in only her bra, jeans, and boots. His fantasy self lowered his head and placed kisses along her chest. He cupped her breasts once more. Brice circled the full mounds until he could take one nipple between his teeth and tug on the tip before he pulled it into his mouth. He sucked and plucked on the nub while he kneaded her other breast. The fabric caused him frustration. He wanted to taste her skin. He increased his strokes as he pictured undoing the back clasp and shrugging the straps down her arms to expose her fully. “Perfection,” he murmured before he continued his ministrations. Fantasy Ava was so much better than any woman he’d ever been with.
    He suckled, nipped, and teased the taut tips. With each action, her moans grew louder. She ran her fingers through his hair and held his head to her chest. Brice moved his hand up and down from root to tip. He grunted and spread his legs father apart as warm water showered him from overhead. Brice rolled his balls with his other hand as his strokes became leisurely. He squeezed his dick just under the thick crest to slow things down a bit.
    Fantasy Ava urged him to her other nipple. He memorized every dip and hollow he encountered with his fingertips before undoing her fly. Once opened, he yanked down the waistband along with her panties and slipped his fingers between her thickened labia. He zeroed in on her clit, already plump and pulsing for stimulation. While sucking on her nipple, he flicked and circled the bundle of nerves. Ava responded to him perfectly; mewls and cries rained down on his head as she worked her hips against his fingers.
    He moved his hand in time with his fantasy counterparts, wanting her to come with him when he did in the real world. Brice made a line of kisses from her breast over her stomach and mound before he slipped his fingers along the sides of her labia to her tight, wet entrance. He worked the tips of his digits in and pulled them out, then pushed them back in again.
    Brice took her clit into his mouth with tugs and taps of his tongue. She rode his mouth, rocking her hips against his lips, smearing her cream on his chin, cheeks, and mouth. He looked up, watching as she squeezed and tugged on her nipples while she rocked her hips. His name floated from her lips in a prayer that set his soul on fire. He wanted to hear that in real life, in his bed against the wall, on the floor, everywhere in his apartment. Brice didn’t want to be denied her just because of their circumstances. He increased the speed of his strokes, tugging harder. His orgasm tingled just beyond his reach. Only a few strokes more and he’d be over the edge.
    Yes, Brice. Please more. Suck harder. Finger fuck me, yes , she groaned as she pulled her nipples and rolled them.
    He thrust his fingers in faster, pausing to hook the tips to rub over her G-spot. Brice needed her to come first, wanted to have her pleasure feed his own. A wave of pressure and desire filled his body until his skin felt as if it would burst.