Fucking her dominant neighbor 5

He popped the cork with a deft twist.

 “But do you actually take wine?” he asked, tilting the bottle, his eyes cutting to hers with a glint of wicked humor. “Don’t want your boyfriend to think you’re misbehaving.”

 "It’s just wine. Besides, I'm an adult.” She simply replied.

 “Uh-huh.” He smiled and poured the deep crimson stream into both glasses and handed one to her. His fingers brushed hers, and the tiny spark of contact shot straight to the base of her spine.

 Madeline took a sip and looked up at him. "It's good. I like it."

 "I know you will like it." He took a sip and settled his glass down with a soft clink. “So, what are we watching?”

 Madeline forced her attention back to the screen. She couldn’t even remember what she had picked. Besides, it doesn't really matter to her. Nothing else mattered apart from the man sitting inches away from her.

"I can't see the channel I'm looking for, but I think this one will be interesting." She replied.

 She reached for the bag of chips and tore it open with fingers that weren’t entirely steady. 

 “You want some?” she asked while holding the bag toward him.

 He smiled, “Sure.” His fingers brushed hers again as he took some chips from the bag.

 She turned to the television as if she were more interested in the series, but she wasn't even seeing them. Her eyes were on the screen, but her mind was not there. 

 She didn't come to watch television. She didn’t care about the drama unfolding on-screen. All she cared about was the man sitting next to her. Bare-chested, whose thighs were just inches from hers on the wide leather couch.

 Her fingers curled around the edge of the chip bag, thinking of the next move to make. She has never done something like that before. She never tried to seduce a man. 

 "How did women do it in movies? A casual brush of the knee and a sultry glance at him?" She couldn't think straight.

 All she knew was that she wanted him. She wanted his strong hands and his big dick. She wanted to feel the kind of brutal pleasure she’d heard through the window. The kind that left women screaming and broken in the best possible way. She wanted to scream his name.

 She took a deep breath and shifted slightly, pretending to adjust her position. His arm was stretched lazily along the back of the couch. His body was sprawled in that confident, careless way. He looked completely at ease, like he had no idea how badly she was burning while sitting that close to him.

 But deep down, he knew. She could feel his gaze while she pretended to be watching television.

 Seconds bled into minutes. At this point, her glass was empty, as well as his own. They were both silent. The only sound was the soft murmur of dialogue from the TV, which was meaningless to Madeline. 

 She knew she had to do something. She has to do anything to close the distance. She has to tell him what she actually came for without saying it out loud.

 Slowly, she feigned a soft sigh. “Ugh,” she murmured as if she was getting dizzy. “I think your wine is getting to me.”

 He looked at her but didn't say anything. Without looking at him. She just let her body tilt and leaned her head down to him until it settled on his thigh. Over his crotch.

 Her breath caught when she felt the warm heat beneath the thin fabric of his shorts, pressing firm against her cheek. It wasn't hard. At least not yet, but it was thick and breathing.

 For one heartbeat, she thought he might shove her off, laugh it off, and ruin everything. But he didn’t move. He didn't even say a word. She held her breath, waiting for him to speak or react. But he stayed still, letting her rest there like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Caleb was not sure of her plan, but resting her head over his crotch sent a clear message. Though he couldn't hold that. He pretended to take it casually and see where it would end. At least, to know her next move.

 They kept watching in silence. Though none of them were actually watching it. Madeline could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing… and the subtle twitch against her cheek. His dick was waking up from sleep.

 Madeline smiled. He was getting hard because of her, and he wasn't saying anything. She remained there, feigning innocence, but inside her mind, she was screaming with triumph. 

 Caleb noticed. Of course he noticed. How could he not, with her head pillowed against his crotch? He was getting hard, and she wasn't even moving.

 "Maybe she wants me to make a move." He said to himself. 

 Slowly, he let his hand slide down and rested it on her waist like it belonged there. Madeline smiled, and her heart slammed against her ribs. This was it. She didn’t flinch or even shift a bit. She just lay there as if it was casual. He didn’t push further. Just let his hand settle there.

 He waited for her to protest, but she didn't. He went on and moved his hand lower. His palm slid down the curve of her waist, down to where her skirt flared out. He paused there, right at the edge, so close she could feel the heat of him seeping through the thin fabric. 

 Do it, she begged silently. Just do your thing. It's there for you. As if he heard her, his hand shifted slowly until it gently cupped her ass over her skirt.

 He stopped there, and she knew why. He was waiting for her reaction. Waiting for the telltale flinch and the sudden gasp, followed by fierce confrontation.

 But she didn’t move. Her silence was just the answer. His palm was perfectly curved over her soft ass. He wasn't squeezing or rubbing her. 

 Madeline wanted him to take a bold step and do whatever that was in his mind. She was silently screaming for more. She wanted him to grip harder. She wanted him to pull her onto his lap, rip the skirt off, and make her take every inch of him.

 When Caleb noticed she was still comfortable, he moved his hand lower, enough to ghost over the hem of her skirt.

 Madeline's thighs clenched, and the ache between them became almost unbearable. And then, before she could stop herself, she shifted and jutted her ass enough to make the skirt ride up some inches higher. It was high enough to make him see exactly what she wanted him to see.

 Her irresistible ass, barely covered by her sexy lace panties. She didn’t look up. She didn't need to. She could feel his eyes on her. Caleb was gazing at the sexy ass.

 The sight made his dick twitch hard against her cheek, and she smiled. She felt it—how could she not when it was pressing hard against her cheek?

 She didn’t move or flinch. She just lay there like it was nothing. He stared down at her. Was this real? Was she letting this happen?

 When she didn’t react, something inside him shifted. The hesitation bled out and was replaced by a darker certainty. She wanted this. He was sure. 

 Slowly, he slid his fingers under the hem of her skirt and pushed it up. He continued until her whole ass was exposed to him. Her pantie was barely covering her spotless ass cheek.