95. Sterling
Chapter 95
Sterling
My cock is painfully hard as I slide my finger out of Courtney’s pussy and lick my lips clean.
Her head is hanging down, her back rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath.
Standing, I grip Courtney’s sides and lift her off the edge of the hot tub, setting her feet on the deck.
Her hands move to my sides, balancing herself.
With my hold on her, I can feel the shiver that runs through her body.
Sure she won’t collapse, I let go of her and make quick work of the buttons on my shirt.
She lifts her head and watches me shrug my flannel off, lifting her hands from my sides to allow me to remove my shirt.
I drape the flannel, warm from my body, over her shoulders.
Courtney looks up at me as she threads her arms through the sleeves.
Then her hands move… to the front of my jeans.
I grip her wrists, but she doesn’t stop, her fingers working on the button.
“Courtney.” I say her name sternly .
I didn’t do what I just did so she’d return the favor.
But then she looks up into my eyes as she drags my zipper down. “I need to see it.”
Fuck.
I clench my jaw.
She blinks those long lashes. “Please.”
I loosen my hold on her wrists.
And she goes to her knees.