“Seriously, these?” I queried as I turned and modeled the high-waisted, flared-legged jeans.

“Those,” Jeff said with conviction.

“Why?” I eyed myself in the mirror.

“Dat ass,” he said, laughing.

I went into the dressing room, stripped off the wide-leg retro jeans and dropped them in my keep pile before trying on a skinny pair of capris in a faded wash.

I came back out. Only I had a boyfriend who could, and would, willingly, sit for an hour in a dressing-room chair to watch me try on jeans during Spring Break.

“How about these?”

He spun his finger in the air, and I did a twirl.

“Again, but move slower when we get to the part where you’re facing away from me.”

I rolled my eyes but laughed anyway. I felt the heat in my cheeks and a wave of arousal flow to my pussy. I knew damn well what his praise did for my ego and my soul. It was good for both. It was part of why I brought him along. I knew he’d be gaga over looking at my butt in jeans for an hour.

“Oh, yeah. Those, too.”

“That’s two pairs so far. That’s money.”

“It’s worth it,” Jeff said.

I glanced over my shoulder at him and waggled my ass. “Why?” I prompted, already knowing how he’d answer me.

“Dat ass,” he said and winked.

My face grew hotter, my pussy wetter, and I went back in for pair three: an ankle length, not quite as skinny, in a darker wash. I wriggled into the snug denim, already feeling my heartbeat in my cunt. He was turning me on, and I wanted him. He damn well knew it, too. I’d seen the look that crossed his face as I returned to the dressing room.

I came out in the final pair and literally posed in a way that allowed me to pop my hip and stick my ass out at him shamelessly.

He chuckled softly and a shiver ran up my spine. “I like the cut. Do they have them in a lighter color?”

Jeff is not a huge fan of dark wash jeans for some reason. “I think so.”

He came over and looked at the tag affixed to my rear. The whole time he inspected the piece of cardboard, he was boldly running his fingers over the seams of the pockets, the curve of my hips, the flare of my bottom. A little moan escaped my lips, and I tried to cover it with a sheepish laugh.

He wasn’t fooled for a moment.

“Be right back,” he said. Then he kissed the back of my neck, and my nipples spiked hard inside my cotton tee.

He returned with the same style of jeans but in a much lighter color. “Here. This will be much better, I bet.”

“My hero,” I said, batting my eyelashes.

“You know it.”

I ran my fingers over his scruffy beard and urged him closer in for a kiss before ducking back into the fitting room.

I tried on the new jeans. I had to admit they were a better look. I pranced back out, giving my booty some extra shake.

“There we go. Get them all. Tell the sales lady to ring ’em up!”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re hopeless.”

“Hopelessly in love with you and    dat ass.”

I hugged him and kissed his neck. “You know when we get home… ”

“I’m gonna fuck that ass until you come, sobbing,” he whispered darkly in my ear. There was some growl in his voice now, and his tone made the hair on the back of my neck prickle — in a good way.

“Yes,” I said against his chest. “Yes.”

I was practically vibrating by the time we got to our apartment. The bag full of jeans was dropped by the front door. I did indeed get every single pair. And a tank that hit me — according to Jeff — at exactly the right place to accentuate my bodacious booty.

But my clothing score — on sale, plus my student discount! — was utterly forgotten.

Jeff had his clothes off before we’d cleared the bedroom threshold, and he started working on mine immediately afterward.

“These jeans come off,” he said, yanking them down. He held them to his face and breathed in deeply.

“What are you doing?”

“Smelling them. You never wear underwear. I like the scent of you on them.”

“They’re just an old pair of jeans.”

“Well, loved. They’ve served us well. You don’t know how many times I’ve jumped you because of those jeans.”

He dropped the pants and knelt behind me. He pushed his face to my ass and then bit my right cheek. I shrieked and jumped but arousal pounded in my cunt, and my juices started to flow once more.

“A river… ” I murmured, feeling the wetness.

“A river?” He pushed a finger inside me, withdrew it and then thrust again.

“Yes.”

“Getting there,” Jeff said. He bit my other cheek, and I gave a little sob.

“I let out a sigh as he parted my pussy lips and blew across my clit.”

There would be small purple marks on my skin for days. I knew this from experience. I’d press them with my fingertips and relive the rush of this — I knew that from experience, too.

Another bite, another thrust of his fingers. His tongue took a tour of the places where he’d used his teeth. Goose bumps
sprang up along my skin.

“You know we have to get you good and gushing.” He slid his mouth along my skin as he spoke.

Of all the things Jeff was good at — dirty talk was at the top of the list.

“I know, I know… ” I was practically panting.

He grazed me with his teeth, then his lips, then his tongue. Then he turned me when my body was practically bowing toward his.

“Let’s see what we can do about that.”

I let out a sigh as he parted my pussy lips and blew gently across my clit. He sat back on his haunches and studied me. That turned me on more than anything, when he eyed me that way.

“Testing, testing… ” He laughed at his own joke while pushing his fingers deep inside me. Two this time, repeatedly thrusting and curling until I thought my knees would buckle. And all the while his eager tongue raced back and forth across my clit.

I arched against him, and when I hit the point where I lost all control, I grabbed the back of his head and pushed my mound eagerly against    his mouth.

“Come for me,” Jeff mumbled into my wet flesh, his deep voice vibrating up through my pubic bone and settling in my pelvis.

His fingers drove deep, and I climaxed.

With the bottle of lube within easy reach, Jeff pushed me to the bed and arranged me on my hands and knees at the very edge of the mattress. This was the precursor, I knew it — and I knew it would be good. He moved up close behind me, now standing. He slid into my pussy gradually. He knew my body so well. His cock hit my swollen G-spot almost immediately.

Jeff moved slowly, bumping that perfect place in a sensual rhythm. My cunt grew tighter around his cock. My pussy grew unbelievably wet, and we both groaned.

“There we go,” he said. “There’s my girl.”

I hummed with pleasure, moving almost imperceptibly back to meet his thrusts, until the pressure built and I could no longer stand the bliss. I came with a cry, driving myself back roughly onto his hard dick.

Jeff kept fucking me, slamming my tender G-spot again. I moaned, relaxing my body as he thrust his cock deep into my cunt. He slipped a lubed-up finger into my ass.

“Another,” I begged, hanging my head.

He added a second thick finger, fucking me slowly before withdrawing completely and leaving me feeling hopelessly empty. His fingers then smeared a generous amount of lube around my asshole — and then his throbbing cock was pressing against  my back hole, instead of his fingers.

I inhaled deeply and drifted backward as he advanced, encouraging him to breach me. When he was in, he stilled his hips but kept smoothing his hands along my body.

“Good?”

“Good,” I managed to utter, my voice thick with lust.

That’s when Jeff began to thrust with careful control, moving gently but firmly, until I started lunging back to take him deeper.

Then he gripped my hips tight and plowed into me. I hung my head and slid my hand down my belly until my fingers hit my pulsing clit. I started to rub myself, easy circles at first, and then harder ones as his tempo increased. The harder he fucked me, the harder my touch became.

“Come for me, baby. I want at least one good one from you before I go.” His voice was deep and rough.

I said nothing but simply whimpered as my pussy grew impossibly tight again. His cock slammed into my neediest place.

“Again,” I said.

He pounded me with a single hard thrust.

“Again,” I growled. My fingers flew as my clit pulsed with desperate need.

One final lunge — and I came, my pussy flexing hungrily around nothing. The rush was exquisite.

“I came with a cry, driving myself back roughly onto his hard dick.

“You love this, don’t you?”

I nodded. My fingers attacked my clit once more. There was no way I could expect a fourth orgasm, but I wasn’t going to rule it out either.

“You like when I pound your ass, when I stretch it with my big dick.”

I nodded once more, unable to speak the words that were flying through my head.

“You like it when I do all these dirty things to you, don’t you dirty girl?” 

I answered with nothing but shakes of my head and the never-ending motion of my body.

My fingers danced, and I screwed my eyes shut, narrowing the world down to the two of us. Nothing but us.

“I’m almost done for, babe.”

His voice was rough and scratchy

I was so close, so very close, and I wanted it — wanted to come with him. Not before him or after him but with him.

I listened to his breathing, felt the bite of his fingers digging into my skin, felt the bang of his hips against my ass as he reamed me.
“Oh!” I exclaimed, taking it all in.

“Oh?” he queried mockingly.

“Oh,” I repeated, cracking a smile.

“Come with me,” was the last thing he managed to say before he yanked me back against him roughly and climaxed.

And I was right there with him — coming long and loud.

I started laughing. “That was a success.”

“It was.” We rolled to the bed, and he brushed the hair out of my face. “I propose we take a shower, you don a new pair of those bad-ass jeans, and I take you out to dinner.”

I agreed with that plan, kissing him.

“And I’ll walk behind you, so I can remember that I just tapped dat ass.”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t hold  in the laugh.

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