Page 87 of Body Checked & Pucked

That magic punch has done its job for sure on me.

“I’m soaked, Ward,” I tease.

“Yes, you are,” he says. “We should take… these clothes off…”

He steps back and pulls at me.

We end up stumbling our way to my bedroom.

Ward tries to take my shirt off, but it’s clinging to my body.

I push at Ward and he falls down onto my bed.

I grab the bottom of my shirt and wrestle it up.

To me, I’m shaking my hips and I’m teasing the hell out of Ward.

I even turn around.

I keep wiggling my hips and finally get my shirt off.

Next, I reach back for my bra.

I just need someone to touch me right now. I just need to feel… needed…

I drop my bra to the floor.

It falls on top of my shirt.

I look down at myself.

My breasts. My nipples. They’re hard. Perked. Tight. Little nubs…

“How does this look?” I ask as I turn around.

I reach for my breasts, ready to play with them in front of Ward…

But Ward is asleep.

His left leg dangles off my bed.

His hands are behind his head.

He’s… out cold…

I don’t want to accept that as an answer.

I reach forward and place my hand against his cock.

Over his jeans.

I push. I grip.

He’s not even hard. He’s soft…

I swallow hard.

I slide my hand up and grab the top of his jeans.