I was almost afraid to ask, “What do you picture or how do you…” I shook my head and scooted up the bed to his pillows. “What do youimagine?”
“It’s surreal, I guess, now that I think about it.” I could make out his grin in the dark, so I relaxed a tiny bit. “There’s no clothing. I’m just naked. And hands come out.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “It’s been your hands, the past fewtimes.”
Oh, I felt that in my belly. Following whatever instinct that was, I went to him, pried the condoms from his grasp, and put them on the bedside table, then stood on tip-toes, moved in close, and whispered against his ear. “Let’s get your shirtoff.”
He didn’t help me, really, besides shifting aside, nor did he get in my way as I unbuttoned the shirt, yanked it off, and threw it on thefloor.
I moved my hands to his waist and he stopped them with his. “Let’s do your dress,” he said, sending a trail of goose bumps from my neck down my arm, to my fingers where they touched hisskin.
“Okay.” I lifted my arms and waited for him to undressme.
“Definitely Dupionisilk.”
My giggle was abruptly cut off when he threw the dress over a chair and turned to rub his hand down my side and back up, his thumb brushing mybreast.
“Want me to get mybra?”
“I hear they’re complicated,” he said with that wide, superhero smile. “If in doubt, just yank it up,right?”
The memory of him doing that the other night shot straight to my pussy, making me clenchhard.
“Undoing them’s a pain in the ass.” I hardly recognized my voice, it was sotense.
“Showme.”
“All right.” And then, because he’d want to know, I told him. “I like it when you order me around a little. Like when you hauled me up thestairs.”
His head tilted. “Yeah?”
“It’s never been my thing, but you give goodbossy.”
“I’ll remember that.” And in a gruff tone, he said, “Yourbra.”
I grabbed his hand, ran it along the band to the back and he mirrored the move on the other side, where his hands met in the middle and unhooked it without a moment’s hesitation. No practice, myass.
His breath was gratifyingly shaky when he ran his hands around to my breasts. I couldn’t help the long, low moan that came out of my mouth. It was good. Every feather-light touch, every pinch and exploration was as good as the other night. Better, maybe, because I knew what would comenext.
“Take off mypants.”
Hands shaking, I pulled them down and paused waited. “Should I keepgoing?”
“Everything.” That voice. Deep and dark, bossy andneedy.
Slowly, with what felt like every drop of blood in my body racing to that spot between my legs, I dragged his underweardown.
My mouth dropped open. Maybe he’d been right that he wouldn’tfit.
“Youokay?”
I swallowed. “Um…you’rebig.”
He stepped back and I stoodup.
“Toobig?”
“I don’t…” I gave an awkward half-laugh, because honestly I had no idea if I could fit him inside of me. I wanted to, though. “I’lltry.”
He palmed his erection and gave it a swipe or two. It was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen. I wanted to lick the drop of pre-cum that beadedthere.
