I heard Josh open the front door, and my heart thumped crazily in my chest.

I put the glasses on my face and took one last look in the mirror. They were outrageous. Huge lenses in enormous round black frames. I’d determined through some trial and error while waiting for him to arrive that my hair up in a messy topknot was the best. It showed off the glasses well and made me look more bookish.

I wore nothing but one of his oversized sweatshirts that hung off my shoulder and maroon-colored knee socks. The apartment was cold as usual.

I heard him put his keys in the bowl and I shivered. It had nothing to do with the winter chill and everything to do with excitement.

I bounded onto the bed, crossed my legs, put a pencil to my lips, and went back to my self-help book of the week as Josh was prone to calling them.

He had a thing for the bookish look, most specifically the glasses. This was my fourth pair I’d picked up for fun. They were nothing but fashion accessories and, as it turned out, an aphrodisiac for my boyfriend.

I couldn’t hear him padding across the carpeting, but I could feel him coming. The hair on my arms stood up and I realized I was holding my breath when I got a bit dizzy. I exhaled and tried to calm myself.

He pushed the bedroom door from half-shut to wide open.

“Hey, baby. Long day. How was yo — ”

I looked up at him as I gently chewed the end of my pen.

He saw the glasses and his eyebrows shot up. He licked his lips and I imagined them on my pussy. I smiled and licked the tip of the pen.

“Baby?” he said.

“Yes?”

“New glasses?”

I nodded and the sweatshirt gaped at the neck even more. I shifted on the bed and he took note that beneath the sweatshirt and above the socks, there was nothing at all. I was bare.

His eyes studied me. I watched him tick every inch of exposed skin. I smiled and shifted, my pussy wet, my heart pounding. I loved this game. I loved surprising him. I loved the animal he turns into.

“Yes. Do you like them?” I parted my legs a bit more when I asked the question.

He made a noise deep in his throat. The fine hairs along my neck and my arms sprang to life. I squirmed, feeling everything intensely. The pounding of desire in my pussy, the soft cotton socks against my smooth legs, the brush of the sweatshirt along my shoulder, how hard and tight my nipples had grown.

He moved toward me, hand on his belt. He rested it there for a moment and then he started to unbuckle. I moved up on my hands and knees so the sweatshirt gaped away from my body and he could see my bare tits and taut nipples.

He worked his belt with one hand and slid the other down into the neck of the sweatshirt. He squeezed my breast and then pinched my nipple. I hummed softly, then looked into his eyes as I pushed the glasses up against my face like they were slipping down.

Entirely innocent. Entirely nerdy.

He made that noise again and I imagined him flipping me over, fucking me from behind, holding me steady as he pounded into me.

He squeezed the other breast and I purred for him, moving against his hand.

He undid his button and dragged down his zipper. He pushed his pants and his boxers down and his cock sprang free. Already wonderfully hard, ready, and flushed. I licked my lips and his jaw tensed.

“Do you like them?” I asked. I pushed the tip of my tongue against the tip of his cock and just left it there.

“You fucking know I do,” he growled. Then he pushed his hard cock past the barrier of my lips. I parted for him easily, pressing my tongue along his shaft as he slid into my mouth all the way.

He held the back of my head and thrusted in and out slowly. I sucked and licked, taking my time.

“That’s my girl,” he said. “Such a smart, sexy girl.”

I sucked harder, drawing on his dick until he gasped. His hands tangled in my hair as he slowly pushed all the way so my lips brushed his pubic hair.

My hand strayed to my sex. I dragged my fingers through my own juices and played with my clit, stroking softly at first, then harder as he used my mouth.

“I don’t want to come in your mouth,” he said. Then he amended it: “Yet.”

He slowed his pace but I didn’t slow mine. I worked my pussy with trembling fingers until I was shuddering on the bed, coming, my mouth still stuffed full of his dick.

“Such a kinky, kinky girl,” he said. “I wonder what a brainy, kinky girl tastes like.”

He stripped as he posed the question and I reached out to stroke his skin as he did. He pushed me back and I reached for my socks. “Leave them,” Josh growled.

I left them, letting my legs fall open. He pushed my sweatshirt up and buried his face between my thighs. I was already soaked, so when he ate me, he only added to the slickness between my thighs.

Josh didn’t waste time. He shoved three fingers inside my pussy. I gasped.

“I thought you’d take them just fine,” he growled against my inner thigh. “You’re fucking drenched.”

I nodded and sighed as his fingers worked against my G-spot, brushing and pressing and stroking until I was gritting my teeth with my need to come. I was hovering right there on the edge, so close I could taste it.

He pulled his fingers almost entirely free and I groaned. “Please, don’t. Please don’t tease me, baby.”

He looked up from beneath my thighs and I looked back at him. I removed the glasses and stuck the stem between my parted lips as if thinking of what to say. “I like them in there. I like to be full of you.” I sucked the end.

“Put them back on, love,” he growled.

I did as I was told, and he went back to working the perfect spot in my pussy until I was wetter than wet. I came, my fingers buried in his dark hair.

He moved up between my thighs, stroking his cock as he did. He slid it along my slick hole, dipping just the tip in for a second. Just enough to make me clutch at him and ask for more. He chuckled, kissing me roughly, and then sank into me deeply. He pushed my legs high and I put my hands beneath my knees and held them like that.

He rocked against me, every move brushing my clit. I moved against him and when he lowered his head to kiss me, I kissed him back and bit his lip.

Josh growled. He pushed his hands beneath my ass and squeezed. When I groaned, the squeeze turned into a pinch. He moved his hips from side to side and I whispered. “Yeah, baby. That’s good.”

And it was, but Josh wanted more. He also knew what I liked.

He pulled out, slid his cock along my clit a few times, and said, “Get on your hands and knees.”

I did as I was told. I rolled to my belly and got on my hands and knees. His fingers danced along the tops of my socks and tingles raced along my skin. His hands glided up the backs of my thighs and cupped my ass. He took his good old sweet time with me, and I knew it was intentional.

His fingertip danced across my asshole and I bucked while he laughed.

“Okay, sexy girl. I’ll fuck you now.”

He slid into me slowly, his hands possessive as they gripped my hips. He started to fuck me slow and easy. I moved back against him and heard his breath hitch. Now I was the one with a little control.

I drove back and he rocked forward. I squeezed my internal muscles and he growled like an animal. My nape prickled and my nipples spiked.

“Oh, that’s good. So good,” I sighed.

“Take it,” he said. “Take my cock.”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes.” I reached beneath and stroked my clit. I didn’t want to come just yet, but every thrust of his dick hit the most perfect places inside me. The first spasm of impending orgasm hit me hard.

“I want you to come face-to-face,” I said. “To see you better,” I added.

It was more like I wanted Josh to see me in the glasses. I wanted him to come and come hard.

He pulled free of me so quickly I cried out.

He kissed me, staring at the glasses. I pushed them up on my nose and smiled at him. “Fuck me, baby.”

He slid into me and pounded into me. No preamble. He never took his eyes off my face. I held his biceps and thrusted my body up to take him. Every time he drove deep, I squeezed my pussy around him.

Josh panted, trying hard to hold off, but I was determined to tease it out of him. I squeezed my thighs against his flanks so he could feel the softness over the knee socks. I looked at him with my best doe-eyed expression. I licked my lips, bumped my hips up, and squeezed my internal muscles.

“Come for me baby. Come for me.”

His pace became frenzied, and when I squeezed my pussy again I came, a short but intense orgasm that made me clutch at him and moan in his ear.

That did it. Josh gave a few more thrusts and then pulled free of me. He straddled my belly and worked his cock, stroking it like a man possessed. I leaned up on my elbows and when he came, it splashed across his sweatshirt and my new glasses.

He hovered over me, panting, watching me intently. Then he said, “Sorry about the sweatshirt, baby.”

I grinned up at him. “No worries, honey. It’s yours.”

“I really like your new glasses,” he said, leaning down to kiss me.

“Really? Gee, I couldn’t tell.”