“That’s the reaction we don’t want tomorrow.” Roxy admonishes me as she pulls her shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor. “I thought we’ve moved past that. But here you are, right back at day one.”
“I’m sorry.” My words come out more whiny than I intended. “You just caught me off guard. I’ll make sure to be on point with my reactions tomorrow.”
“If you don’t, then we’ll have to do the same scene over and over until we get it right. It’ll be such a hardship to endure, but I will.” She tosses me a wink as she slips off her shoes, then shimmies her skirt down her hips, leaving her in a black see-through lacy pair of panties.
I fight to keep my jaw from dropping and to keep my eyes on her face and not drifting lower.
“Why aren’t you getting undressed?” She reaches behind her back, moving her hands, and seconds later, her bra straps slip down her arms before it falls to the floor.
“Uh…huh…,” I stumble over my words, unable to make a coherent thought, much less say it.
“You. Clothes. Take them off.” All I can see in my head as she speaks is a caveman beating on his chest. I’m frozen, unable to move. “I said take off your clothes.” Her voice rises, a dominance seeping through that has me scurrying to obey.
My fingers tremble as I nervously unbutton my shirt and take it off. The bra I'm wearing today clasps in the front, so I quickly undo it, letting the straps slip off my shoulders as the lacy material falls to the bed.
I sigh. My stomach churning in knots. My eyes are still focused on the floor when movement pulls my attention to Roxy’s feet and the thin piece of material bunches around them.
Her panties.
She is completely naked now. It's not the first time, but today it feels different.
“You're halfway there, Bliss. Just a little more,” her voice seductive as she encourages me to continue undressing.
I stand from the bed, my legs feeling like Jell-O beneath me. All I can think about is falling to the floor from embarrassment.
I undo my jeans, the sound of the zipper slicing through the quiet room. Slipping my fingers under the waistband, I hesitate, shifting my weight on my feet.
“Damn Bliss, if I didn't have self confidence and know that I'm a fine ass bitch, I'd be hurt right now. You're making it seem like it's a hardship to be naked in front of me.” She frowns and for a fraction of a second I'm hit with a wave of shame. That is, until she smiles.
“N…no,” I stutter. “Just nervous.”
Roxy takes a couple of steps, cutting the distance between the two of us until she's standing right before me. She reaches up, brushing away a stray strand of hair that's fallen into my face. Her fingers slip through my dark locks as she cradles my head in her hand. “There's nothing to be nervous about.” Her lips crash down on mine as she kisses me deeply, my mouth opening, allowing her tongue to slip in.
We finally pull apart, both breathless and gasping for air. Roxy takes over and slips her hands beneath the waistband of my jeans, her fingertips dipping under the cotton fabric of my panties, and slides them both down. She lowers her body along with them until she's kneeling before me, her face flush with my mound.
This is just prep. Just practice for the shoot. But God, it doesn’t feel like that. My skin’s on fire where she touches me. This isn’t a job. This is something else.
My heart is racing, my body erupting with desire as she moves her face in, blowing a hot breath of air along my skin. I gasp. The moment is so overpowering I can't contain it.
She smiles up at me as she takes hold of my foot, lifts it out of the denim material, and sets it back on the floor. Roxy repeats the process with the other foot. My balance wavers and I reach out, placing my hand on her shoulder for support.
“Move to the bed and lay down.” Her voice is dominant as I scurry to do just as she asks. “Lay back.”
My head rests on the pillow, my eyes focusing on the ceiling as I feel her hands grasping my ankles, pulling my legs apart. The bed dips beneath me as she crawls between my legs, the tips of her fingers trailing along my flesh, sending shivers up my left leg.
“Roxy.” I barely get her name out.
“Ssshhh,” her breath hits my needy core just before her tongue slips through my seam. My back arches when she swirls her tongue around my clit and a finger slips into my opening.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out, as Roxy's laughter vibrates against my pussy.
“Ezra,” I call out as I open his front door and step inside. I drop my bag on the floor and look around. He’s nowhere in sight, but his car is in the parking lot.
As I move further inside the house, I hear running water and a deep voice singing softly.
My heart melts. A singer he is not, but I love the joy he finds in it.
Just as I step into his bedroom, he's coming out of the bathroom, towel wrapped dangerously low around his waist. His head is down so he hasn't noticed me yet. “Ezra.”
