I took the controller first.
Merrick sat beneath me—his choice—and started with his hands on my arms and legs. I was pretty sure he’d come up with the idea of the game just so he’d have an excuse to touch me as much as he wanted, and it seemed like I was right on the money. His hands slowly stroked my ribs and lower belly, then my thighs, before the round ended.
“One point for me.” I handed him the controller, turning to face him before sitting down on his lap, straddling him.
His erection pressed against me, and thrill had my heart pumping.
As the match started, I leaned my chest into his so my t**s barely brushed him. He jerked back and his jaw clenched, but he didn’t look down.
Rubbing my boobs against him a few times, I watched his jaw clench harder as he continued to focus.
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