“So, when it feels weird, we talk to each other. Not Liv, okay?”
She nods. “Nor Mase.”
“Agreed.”
I allow my lips to find hers and as our kiss deepens, I find myself pulling her to me, lifting her so her chest is pressed against mine, her legs spread slightly so that somehow one of my thighs ends up wedged between hers. My hands have already made their way beneath her t-shirt and this time I have no issue finding the front fastening on her bra that is now open. I palm one of her breasts and roll and squeeze her already hard and peaking nipple.
The sound of a low moan echoes as it’s captured in my mouth. Her arms are tightening around me, and her short nails are beginning to claw my back through the fabric of my clothes as she bears down, pressing her pussy that is radiating heat against my leg.
The lift arrives at my floor not a second too soon because I don’t doubt I would have fucked her in the lift had it taken much longer.
I unlock the door and throw it open almost pushing Anita through it, taking a second to gather myself.
“You know where you’re going, so get your arse in there. Bedroom. Now.”
She looks a little startled, but before I can say anymore, she heads towards my bedroom, possibly sensing that I might just need a moment before joining her.
Anita
He looked almost troubled when we got to the door and when he sent me here, to his bedroom, I was a little startled. I expected to be pinned to a wall or the back of the door. I’d have even thought he might have had me on my knees before the door was shut, but I hadn’t expected him to send me to bed, to wait.
I am standing next to the bed, waiting, when I hear his footsteps getting closer. The lights go on and I spin around to find him standing in the open doorway.
He stares at me with such intensity that I feel myself blush and have an urge to cover my still clothed body.
“Take your clothes off.”
I swallow hard and look up at the light. I want him. My desire is still there, bubbling beneath the surface, but I am not exactly confident in my own skin and while he has seen me naked, his hands, mouth and penis have travelled my whole body, but like this, me on my own, scares me.
“Cupcake. Take your clothes off,” he repeats, but kills the light, just leaving the borrowed light from the hallway and the moonlight shining through the uncovered window to subtly illuminate me and the bedroom.
I am not an exhibitionist and can’t remember ever doing this, stripping whilst being watched. The chances are I will bugger it up one way or another, but he clearly wants this, so, I try.
First, I remove my jacket and toss it aside, then kick off my boots.
Dec leans against the door frame and watches me as I pull off my spotty socks and a small smile curves his lips. When I reach for the bottom of my t-shirt and pull it over my head, his smile disappears, replaced with a much darker and more intense look that suggests he is using all his powers of self-restraint not to rip the remainder of my clothes off himself. Part of me wishes he would, but seeing his desire for me reflecting in his eyes and the way he is balling his hands into fists at his side spurs me on to continue my striptease.
I blink for only a second, but it is long enough for Dec to have cast his own top aside. Looking down, I notice that his feet are bare, so right now, he is closer to naked than I am. Briefly, I drink in his toned chest, abs and torso and feel a grin spreading across my face as I acknowledge the fact that he is mine, kind of. I push the last part from my mind and unfasten the button of my jeans before sliding them down my hips until they drop into pools around my feet. Using my heels, I pull my legs free and stand there, under his scrutiny in a very plain, and highly un-sexy set of white underwear, no satin, no lace, a cotton t-shirt bra, and a co-ordinating, full back cotton bikini brief.
There is a temptation to cover up somehow, but it’s too late. He has seen it and no amount of regretting my underwear choice is going to change this to anything sexier and alluring.
“You look fucking amazing.” Dec’s voice startles me, the interruption of it to my thoughts, but also the conviction in the meaning of the words.
Here I stand in very basic underwear, and it turns him on. I turn him on. I need to remain focused, on what I am doing rather than questioning how that can be.
Staring across at him, I notice that his jeans are flapping open, and he is pushing them down his thighs revealing his lack of underwear and his erection that he strokes the length of.
“Lose some more clothes, Cupcake.”
I am almost brought to my knees at the glorious sight of him; toned, confident, sexy and most of all his desire for me.
Reaching behind, I flick open my bra and allow the straps to fall, revealing my breasts that hang slightly, one of the perils of having bigger boobs, they have never been of the tight, perky variety. When my bra falls to the floor, Dec’s eyes look down at it briefly and then they lift, settling on me once more. With his glance fixed on my breasts, I cup my own flesh and allow my thumbs to skim across the tight peaks of my nipples causing a groan from both of us and a bite of his lip.
He cocks his head, and his eyes drop to my pants. I have no idea where my raising confidence is coming from but with the thumb of each hand in the side of my waistband, I push my final item of clothing down my body until I am standing there, naked.
Dec says nothing for long, slowly dragging seconds and then he approaches me. I expect him to pounce, to kiss, touch and tease me. He doesn’t. He circles me, over and over, then over again.
“Do you have any idea how much I want you? The things I want to do to you?”
