Is she having second thoughts?
I pull back. “Are you okay?”
She kicks up a leg. “Please take my bunny slippers off. I can’t stand doing one more thing with them on.”
This makes me chuckle. “Afraid you’ll corrupt their innocence?”
“I’m quite sure rabbits get more action than me!”
I could move to the bed, but I don’t yet. I set her on top of the dresser and step back, lifting one of her legs as I go.
It’s a long, long leg in the gray sweats. The bunny slipper fully encases her foot, ending in a stretchy sock-like material around her ankle.
I push her sweatpants up to reveal the top of the slipper as well as a few inches of her smooth shin. I lean down to bite the newly exposed part of her.
“Hey!” she says with a laugh.
I slide the slipper off her foot.
Her body is warm under all that heavy fabric. I encircle her ankle with my fingers. “You have delicate bones,” I tell her. “Your ankles would have made men weak in the knees in the Victorian age.”
She laughs. “But not big, muscled bikers in the twenty-first century?”
I bite her again. “Maybe.”
She crosses her remaining slipper on top of the naked ankle. “Please divest me of the bunnies.”
“Divest you, huh? I can divest you of more than that.” I jerk the slipper off. Then in a swift motion, I grasp the bottom of her sweatshirt and yank it over her head.
She’s naked beneath it. The mass of fabric hangs on her ponytail, pulling the elastic band out. Her hair falls in chaos over her shoulders.
Her gaze lifts to meet mine. Her eyes are heavy. She likes me playing a little rough.
“I’m not done.” I slide a hand beneath her ass and lift her, pulling the elastic of her sweatpants down. I plop her back onto the dresser in only her panties, dragging the sweats down her legs and tossing them to the floor.
“Spread those legs,” I order her. “I know how strong and flexible you are.” I lean close to her ear. “I’ve seen what you can do.”
Her breath is hot on my cheek. She sits taller, and her legs go wide on the dresser top.
Her panties are pale pink, a slightly lighter shade than her nipples. My dick strains against my jeans.
“What happens next?” Her voice is high and wobbly.
“Nothing new. Not yet.” I press both thumbs to the crotch of her panties.
She closes her eyes. “Yes. Like that.”
I tease her through the satin, sliding up and down the ridges and valleys.
She writhes against me, her back arched.
I take a nipple in my mouth and keep up the pace. I know her. I can make her come easily from a touch. I’ll do it once, twice, maybe three times before I take her since I don’t know how she’s going to respond to my dick in her this first time.
This part will be all about her.
CHAPTER 29
MARIETTA
