He guides me backward, and when my knees hit the edge of the bed, I sink down. He pauses for half a second, just long enough for our eyes to lock. There’s hunger there, sure, but something else too. Need. The kind of emotion that could ruin us if we let it.
He presses gently on my shoulders. “Lay back for me.” Then spreads my legs wide before standing up, leaving me laying therewatching him. The thick bulge of his cock presses against his zipper as he rubs at his jaw, gazing at me.
“I thought you said you’d never dress up as a maid?”
“I wouldn’t. normally.”
His brows raise. “Did you do this for me?”
“I didn’t know you were coming tonight.”
A growl rolls through his chest, and I know what he’s thinking. I hadn’t thought about it, but I did put this onfor him. I wore this because I was thinking abouthimwhen I picked out the costume and our discussion about role-playing. I wore this because I’m always thinking about him.
His hands move to my hips, brushing against the flimsy, polyester costume I’d barely managed to pull together. He unclips the little prop that came with it, a cheap plastic feather duster disguised as something I'd use at work.
He studies it for a beat and when his mouth curves into a wicked smile, I know Cain’s already imagined a better use for it.
My pulse stumbles.
He leans his face to my neck, inhales and then kisses there before moving lower, across my chest, down over the fabric that’s covering my stomach before he gets to the hem of the tiny one-piece. His fingers trail the edge of my costume, and before I can even breathe, he's gripping it by the shoulders and sliding it downward until it pools at my feet.
His gaze drags over me, slow, consuming, reverent in a way that makes my skin feel too tight to contain everything inside me.
“No bra?” he asks with a brow raised.
I shake my head. “It wouldn’t fit under the costume.”
He lowers his face and drags his tongue over one nipple, circling it then sucking before pulling off.
My fingers fall to his neck as he tilts his face up to me.
“That’s because you have the best tits.”
Then he drags my simple, black thong down and leaves it with the rest of the clothing on the floor until I'm completely naked, stretched out on my bed.
“Perfect.”
“What are you going to do with that?” I ask as he lifts the duster in his hands again. His eyes glint mischievously as he spits on the tip then lowers it, dragging the plastic directly over my clit. “Oh, fuck.” My back arches off the bed involuntarily, thighs snapping closed around the handle.
“Open up for me, Rhiannon,” he says.
My knees fall open cautiously as he smiles down at me and then lowers the handle again. The coolness of the plastic, his saliva, all mix as he presses it harder, dragging it up and down over my clit and across my pussy.
“How does that feel?”
“Amazing,” I say without hesitation. He rubs it there a few more times, building my orgasm higher until he quickly withdraws it and lowers his face, pressing a wet kiss right across my opening before using his tongue to part and taste me.
“You’re soaked.”
I nod. “Yes.”
He pulls back, flips the duster handle around, now using the feather side to tickle across my chest. I press my breasts together, giving him better access as he teases them.
“Yes, Cain. That feels so good.”
“Your nipples are so fucking sexy. They get so hard for me.”
And fuck, I love how much he loves them.
