Even her toes were flawless. All aligned, no signs of the work I knew she had done to acquire her title and become a walking resource.
Slowly, she located one piece of clothing after the other. Her speed was agonizing. She moved without haste. On her own time.
First, it was her top. She was braless underneath. Next was her panties. The fabric clung to her bald pussy. It was as beautiful as she was.
Smooth.
Hairless.
Thick.
And, undoubtedly, creamy.
I didn’t need any more evidence than the moisture that darkened her panties where her lips started. Darkness came quickly. Light surrounded me again, almost immediately, as my eyes reopened.
A thigh strap clamped around her leg. She shoved the Glock into the holster. In pure bliss, I observed every detail of her makeup.
“Clothes, Ishmael.”
“Don’t dangle meat in front of a starving beast and expect him not to eat at some point.”
My warning had come. Destruction would follow.
With a smile, Royce pulled a silk skirt up her body. She was enjoying the turmoil she was inflicting.
“Clothes.”
I released my towel. Royce’s efforts to redress concluded, simultaneously. Her eyes found my center, where my rigidness sliced the air. I pulled my briefs over my ass, feeling the tension thicken in the room.
Undoubtedly, Royce would suffocate before I did. Her gaze told me so. She hadn’t calculated the risk factors before jumping into the boiling water she’d placed on the stove herself.
The fabric did little to conceal my hard dick. Though caged, it still had an audience. I followed with additional clothing. Once I was clothed completely, I placed both hands in front of me and rested my weight on my legs.
“Shoes, Royce,” I commanded.
“I– Ye– Right.”
She tripped over her words as she began scrambling. She slid into a pair of heels that only had a strap over the front. They were black in color, tall, and had a red sole. I knew the designer without mention.
I allowed her to exit first. She stepped into the hallway, making her presence known with the sound of her shoes colliding with the floor.
And, that shit…
That shit did something for me.
Something to me.
There was something about a woman announcing her presence without a fucking word that lit a fire within me.
Like a lost puppy, I followed behind Royce. I didn’t mind her taking the lead because it meant I had a full view of what was waiting for me post-election.
We reached the double doors far too soon. Our time together was coming to a screeching halt. The tightening in my chest returned. I wasn’t prepared. I needed more time.
More time with Royce.
More time not worrying.
More time not thinking about a damn thing but her.
