Erin’s hand moves away from my cock, the loss nearly making me cry until she wraps both of her hands around the waistband of my sweat pants and pushes them all the way down to my ankles.

“You’re wearing too many clothes for my taste,” she says as she takes hold of the bottom of my damp T-shirt and shoves it up and over my head. She steps closer, pressing the full length of her body against mine. “Skin against skin is the best, don’t you agree?”

“The best,” I echo. “But I’m sweaty and gross, I’ll get you dirty.”

Erin laughs softly and lifts her arms, wrapping them around my neck, the move causing her breasts to press more firmly into my chest. “Turns out, I’m washable.”

Chuckling, I crush her mouth against mine, loving how she meets me halfway, her tongue slipping between my lips and boldly touching mine. She stands up on tiptoe, forcing me to spread my legs farther apart, and hold both of us upright as my hand slips between her legs.

Thick moisture coats my fingertips even before I reach her nether lips, indisputable proof that she’s every bit as turned on as I am.

I hold up my hand, showing her the moisture glistening on my hand. “Pretty impressive for someone who found herself perusing the No O website.”

Erin rolls her eyes and fists her hands in my hair, hauling me down for another hot, intense kiss that sends the blood draining from my head to pool in my aching cock. “Less talking,” she mutters against my lips. “More fucking.”

Now that’s an order I can get behind. “Yes, ma’am.”

I wrap my hands around her waist, lifting her up until her long, bare legs wrap around my hips. Her heels dig into my ass, spurring me on as I walk across the room, alternating between raining kisses on her parted lips and looking where I’m going.

Luckily, we don’t have to travel far before I reach the bench I use for bench presses. I sit on it, settling Erin so she straddles my lap, her delectable ass nestled on my thighs, her pussy tantalizingly close, but not quite touching my cock, which is all but weeping for her. Her own answering moisture dribbles down the side of my legs.

Our eyes meet.

“You started this,” I tell her. “It’s up to you to finish it.”

She stiffens in my arms. Confusion darkens her expression. “I don’t know how.”

“You’re a smart girl.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “You’ll figure something out.”

It’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, but I loosen my grip on her and place my hands on the unyielding bench.

For a moment, she doesn’t move, the boldness she’s displayed since walking into the room completely gone.

Finally, she leans forward and places a butterfly kiss on my collar bone. I close my eyes, loving the sensation of her lips against my skin. “That’s my girl.”

Encouraged by my words, her boldness starts to return. She scoots backwards on my thighs a few inches, not noticing the damp trail she leaves in her wake, and slowly kisses her way down my sternum, making it to the halfway point, when she abruptly changes direction and makes her way to my nipple.

She closes her teeth around the tiny bud, the sharp little bite triggering a white-hot buzz that goes straight to my cock. My hips buck, the unexpected movement nearly sending both of us flying off the bench.

“Sorry,” I hiss between clenched teeth. “Just keep doing that.”

Erin chuckles and turns her attention to my other nipple. My eyes roll backwards and my cock swells to dangerous levels.

Telling Erin to basically have her way with me might not have been my smartest move.

Erin’s breath leaves her body in hot, frantic gasps that blow over my already overheated skin. Her knuckles brush against my navel before she lowers her hand, her thumb lightly brushing back and forth against my scrotum. Beads of sweat drip down the side of my face as my cock jumps and spirts a few drops of pre-cum onto mine and Erin’s laps.

“Erin,” I growl between clenched teeth. “I won’t last much longer.”

She tilts her head back, meeting my eyes. Hers are nearly black with desire. “Spoil sport,” she mutters.

Her hand slides away from my balls, the loss nearly making me sob until she braces both hands on my shoulders and lifts her ass off my lap a few inches. Guessing her intent, I cup her hips, holding her steady as she scoots forward while I roll a condom on my pulsating cock.

The tip of my cock finds her entrance and easily slips within, welcoming the tight warm clasp of her inner walls.

It feels so good I could weep.

Her nails biting into my shoulders, Erin rotates her hips, rolling them in slow figure eights, in a timeless rhythm that my own hips mirror. Keeping one hand locked on her hip, I slide my other between our joined bodies, finding her clit and massaging it, delighting in how the simple touch causes her to moan low in her throat as she continues riding me.

Her little moans of pleasure tell me she’s inches from climaxing. Determined to put her pleasure before mine, I alter my grip slightly and am instantly rewarded when her body clamps down on mine and she bellows with delight, the sound echoing in my ears as my hips make one last rotation and I lose control and empty myself into her.

Spent, we slide off the weight bench and lie on the floor, our arms and legs tangled together, our bodies still joined in the most intimate manner possible, while we wait for our heartrates to return to normal.