“Yes.”
There’s a touch of shyness in that answer.
I approach her, grab the skirt she’s still holding in her hand, and toss it on the console table.
Big green eyes stare up at me.
“There’s a change of plans.”
She frowns. “I don’t follow.”
“Although this is the type of underwear I’d want nothing more than to rip off your body, they’re way too fucking hot for me to destroy, or allow you to remove them.” I run a finger down the length of her arm to her wrist.
Her pupils dilate.
I clasp both her wrists in one of my hands.
The sudden move causes her to gasp.
Holding her arms behind her back with one hand, I lower my head until my mouth skims along her jawline and down the column of her neck, my warm breath making her shiver. Needing more, I drop a kiss against the side of her neck, before trailing my tongue in a languorous motion, down to her collar bone and her shoulders.
A whimper escapes from her.
My lips explore the soft skin of her chest, peppering kisses along the swell of her plump tits.
She inhales a sharp breath.
My free hand travels to her tit, my thumb rubbing her nipple through the sheer material.
“Glad you didn’t skimp on the underwear.”
“They were ridiculously overpriced.”
“Worth every fucking penny.”
My finger dips inside the cup of her bra, teasing her pebbled nipple, before pushing the material to the side and lowering my head, flicking my tongue at her peak.
Her breath catches and she arches her back.
I give her more of what she needs and suck her flesh into my mouth.
She arches even more. “God, yes.”
My hand glides down her stomach, stopping when my fingers find the elastic of her panties and pause there.
She squirms.
I travel a little lower, covering her pussy with my hand. “So wet for me.”
She rocks her hips against my hand, as if desperate for me to shove my fingers inside her.
I slap her pussy.
She jerks and cries out.
I do it again.
“Holy fuck. What was that for?”
