Whimpering, Becca released him, slithering down the length of the bed to increase the distance between them. “You drive me crazy when you do that.” Her hands went to her hips to push her jeans out of the way. “You know what I didn’t tell you when I sent you those pictures? How I touch myself in the shower, thinking about the ones I have of you.”
Spencer moaned at the thought of her in the shower, fingers buried in her p***y, drops of water clinging to her n*****s and throat, her face twisted with pleasure. He loved watching her when she came because her features were so expressive.
He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his boots off, tossing them aside before losing his pants. By the time he finished, her pants and shoes were on the floor as well, allowing him a view of her finely arc
