Sarah inhales, eyeing me warily as I lean forward into her space and snatch her hand into mine, placing the back of it to my lips at the same time my other hand settles on her bare thigh. Right over her garter.
"I think I would very much like to be allowed to take this off of you," I say. The feeling of her melting into me makes me feel a thousand feet tall.
Keeping my lips to her hand, I turn it over to kiss the inside of her delicate wrist at the same time I hook a finger around her garter and caress her flesh. Same as I did while we were on the dance floor. Looking down, her breasts heave with barely controlled emotion, and her eyes widen, watching me observe her.
I groan miserably at the sight of her nipples sticking through the lace of her top, so delectable looking that my mouth waters.
Feeling bold, I continue to hold her hand to my mouth until we pull up to the hotel. I help her slide out, holding our cake in one hand and her hand in the other. We remain silent as we journey to our room. She shivers against me, and I caress her fingers in slow, soothing intervals.
Walking into our room that's currently only illuminated by dimmed recessed lighting at the bar, Sarah shyly stands to the side as I put our cake on a small table by the couch. I grin to myself, seeing her fidget, wringing her fingers together and shifting her weight from foot-to-foot.
Relishing her nervousness, I remain quiet as I work to shrug off my jacket and unbutton the first two buttons of my shirt.
I turn, sinking down into the cushioned couch, spreading my thighs as I settle in with a deep sigh, and give her a blatantly slow drag of my gaze from the top of her head to her toes, then back again. Slowing at the juncture between her legs.
My heart skips a beat as my straining cock jerks in my pants.God, I bet you're so warm and juicy.I wet my lips. "Come here," I command.
Sarah tugs her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes going wide as she takes a hesitant step, then another, and another. Bringing herself to stand between my spread legs. I take several long seconds to caress my gaze all over her body again.
"Do you like what you see?" Sarah whispers.
Contemplating her question, I tilt my head, seeing her flush so hard her ears turn red. "Do I like what I see?" I repeat, parroting her question back to her in a serious tone. "Hm." I place a hand to my erection and squeeze hard, giving her a guttural grunt as I do so.
Sarah's eyes flutter as she watches me.
She parts her lips to speak before I suddenly reach forward and pluck her clutch out from where she had it cinched under her arm, rendering her silent. Tossing it to the side I reach forward, grasping the hem of her fur shawl, and pull it slowly from her shoulders and down her right side. A growl starts in my chest at the sound of her whimper, knowing she's feeling the material scrape her already sensitive nipples.
My eyes lower, seeing them distended tight and hard against the lace of her dress. My mouth waters.
"Alex," she whimpers again, swaying slightly on her feet as I toss the shawl to the side as well.
"Shhh." I shush her, putting a finger to her lips and tilt my head. "Just a second, baby."
Sarah's lips quiver against my finger, clearly overwhelmed with my blatant icy stare.
I'm not cold for you, baby; I burn so hot for you, can't you tell?
"What color are they?" I ask, squeezing my erection even harder.
Her brow furrows. "What color arew-what?"
"Your nipples."
Her eyes lower, and she rolls her lips again in embarrassment. "Oh. Uhm..."
Releasing my cock, I drape my arm lazily on the arm of the couch and tilt my head. "I imagine them a light brownish-red…" I edge.
She nods, the flush in her face deepening.
"Same color as your pussy?" I grit through the tightness in my throat.
Sarah's inhales sharply, thrown off by my boldness. Her eyes—wide and innocent—fly up to meet mine. Damn near drowning in desire, I manage to give her an unbothered smile as her lips part. "Alex…" she breathes shakily.
"You have to know I've thought about it," I murmur, reaching forward to now slide my hand up her thigh to grip a firm hip and squeeze. "Desperately." My gaze lowers to her cleavage. "I love sucking both." Leaning back against the cushions, I tap my right thigh, letting her know silently what I want. "All I can think about is your clit between my teeth and how you taste."
Sarah's eyes meet mine for a couple seconds before she reaches her hand out to me. I take it, helping her maintain her balance as she lifts her leg up to place her foot on my thigh. I raise my other hand to the clasp at her ankle and undo it one-handed, pulling her shoe off and letting it fall to the floor with a careless thunk. She tilts her head back and moans softly, no doubt feeling relief from getting out of her heels after dancing and being in them for so long.
I let her have her moment before tapping my other leg, and we switch hands as she puts her other foot up, and I make quick work of taking it off, then tossing it to land next to the other one. Sarah goes to pull her foot away, but I grab it before she can.
