Free For Life by L.E. Chamberlin

her body. As gifts go, this one is pretty great. She’s so beautiful it hurts to look at her.
    “You like it?” she asks.
    “Yes,” I croak, my fingers brushing over her nipple. She gasps and I tug the other breast free so both are popped out of the top of her bra. It might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, even hotter than her naked tits. Knowing she wore this just for me, that she was in a store thinking about taking her shirt off for me and wearing this… It embarrasses me to think about how turned on I am by that.
    The necklace gleams above her bare breasts, framed by the red straps of her bra. Fuck, she’s sexy.
    I’m so hard right now. Cassie straddles me and places my hands on her hips. I know what I’m supposed to do. I yank her pants down quickly and am rewarded with more red lace, such a tiny piece of it covering her I can scarcely breathe. I trace my hands over her soft belly, touch the lace V that covers a part of her I’ve touched but never seen, and my mouth goes dry. She looks at me with complete trust, and there’s something else in her eyes, too. The look she gives me makes me bold enough to touch the lace between her thighs again, and when I do it she sighs softly.
    Jesus.
    I slide my hands around to grip her ass, and I’m met with bare skin. Confused, I feel around until my fingers hook into a thin string. She’s wearing a thong, and just knowing that makes me groan, loudly. “Cass…” My sweet girl wearing sexy underwear for me. It’s hot as hell.
    I have to see it from the back. I yank her pants past her knees and turn her so she’s facing the window and I’m behind her. She has the most perfect ass, round and soft and paler than the rest of her, and the red string disappearing between her butt cheeks makes me think really filthy thoughts. But I check myself and touch her gently, the way she likes, sweeping her hair over her shoulder and tracing my fingers down her spine. My mouth follows and I kiss her shoulders and then her back, my hand cupping her ass the whole time. I give it a light squeeze and Cassie whimpers.
    And then she looks at me over her shoulder and says, “You still didn’t finish unwrapping your present.”
    I tug off her boots and pants, leaving her socks on so her feet don’t get cold. Then I strip off my own shirt and unzip the fly of my jeans, rewarded with sweet relief when my hard-on finally has some breathing room. “All unwrapped,” I whisper in her ear, pulling her against me. I’m looking forward to touching her like this, maybe having her touch me like she did last time. The memory makes my dick twitch - Cassie’s hand tight around it, stroking me slowly, until I came. And the look on her face when I did, like she was pleased with herself. So damn sexy.
    But now she’s impatient. “No. Unwrap me,” she commands, her tone frustrated.
    And finally I get it. She’s going to let me see her naked. Oh God. My fingers fumble with her bra hook, suddenly clumsy. It slips from her shoulders and the second the straps slide down her arms I’m already tugging down her thong. It catches around her ankles and I leave it there, turning her so she’s facing me and capturing her mouth with mine. My hands roam all over her naked flesh, marveling at the silkiness of her skin, the softness of every inch of her. Naked. With me. For me.
    She pulls me down on top of her so that we’re half-reclined in the backseat. Kicking her foot free from her thong, she wraps her leg around me and through my thin boxers I can feel her. Hot. Wet.
    I groan and roll my hips against hers. She rakes her nails down my back, making me shiver against her, and then she thinks she’s done something wrong.
    “You don’t like that?” she asks timidly.
    “I do, I do,” I promise. “I love it.” She does it again, her nails digging into me a bit, and I can’t resist the urge to thrust against her. I watch her face as I do it and she bites her lip. I reach between us and touch her