I handed her another box.
"More?" she asked, carefully unwrapping it. Inside were a pair of ridiculously sexy high heels.
"Ready to finish what we were going to start earlier?"
61
Hazel
"Just give me a second," I said breathlessly. "There are a lot of parts, and I drank a lot of wine. They need to give you directions or something with this lingerie."
There were multiple pieces—the lacy panties and the bra went on first, then the corset. It hooked into the bra, and the straps that came off it also hooked onto the garters on the fishnet tights. At least I could buckle the corset in front. I looked in the mirror, expecting to look strange.
As I studied my reflection, I had to say, I looked freaking hot in the corset. It was one of the less intense kind that ended under my boobs, making my waist narrow and giving me a sexy hourglass shape. It also boosted my boobs up high, and I could see the inner curves of flesh, my nipples barely peeking through the scraps of lace. The bra made a crisscross pattern over my chest to my neck. I turned around to look at my back in the mirror. The panties were high-cut. The straps from the corset lay softly over them.
I strutted out and posed for Archer. "Do I look like a sensual baroque painting?"
"You look hot," he said, his deep voice washing over me.
"That's not very eloquent!" I teased as he approached me, dangerous and beautiful as a panther.
Archer ran his fingertip lightly down the corset then knelt in front of me, pressing his face between my legs and making me gasp. I dragged him back up, kissing his mouth. His slightly stubbly jaw was rough against my skin, and his mouth was hot. He took my mouth with his tongue like I wanted him to take me. Archer moved his head down to lick and nip my breasts through the sheer lacy bra, his fingers pushing their way into my panties, stroking me.
"You are dripping wet," Archer purred, moving up to kiss my neck. "I love it."
He kissed me again, and I bit his lip when his fingers found my clit.
"I want to see you," I said, tugging at his belt.
Archer kissed me and pushed me back against the bed. I watched as he slowly unfastened the leather belt. It rasped as he drew it out of the belt hooks and clunked as the buckle hit the polished concrete floor. Archer undid his zipper, and his hard bulge was outlined under his boxer briefs.
He pushed me back farther onto the bed. I cupped his face, pressing greedy kisses along his jaw as his fingers stroked me through the skimpy lace panties. There was a slight tug at my hips, and I opened my eyes. Archer held up the ripped, barely there lace panties. He tossed them aside then kissed down the corset to my bare skin. Archer pressed his face between my legs, licking slowly, his tongue making twisting motions on my clit.
I let out a stream of curse words as his tongue traced lines of pleasure more intense than his fingers had been able to coax from me. Fingers tangled in his hair, I came quickly as Archer coaxed every shudder from me.
I reached down, feeling the hard bulge in Archer's boxer briefs.
He took them off, throwing them to the floor. "Your tits look so good in that bra," he said, kissing me hungrily. Then he tore it off.
"You shouldn't just rip things like that," I said with a whimper.
Archer pushed me back into the bed. "But I want to give you an honest-to-goodness bodice-ripping evening." He sucked and rolled my nipple in his mouth as he rolled on a condom.
Archer rubbed his cock in the wetness between my legs, then he was in me. I moaned deep in my throat as each thrust rocked me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, forcing my mouth to his. My legs spread wide, begging him to go deeper. Archer's rock-hard cock rubbed against my clit as he thrust inside of me. I let my fingernails rake up his back, catching on every ridge of muscle that rippled under the smooth skin.
Archer stopped.
"What are you doing?" I groaned as he flipped me around.
"I wanted to see a different angle, you know, like how in painting you have to try different viewpoints?"
"That's a real stretch of the metaphor…"
"Really? Because you look positively edible from this angle." He pressed his mouth to my pussy, teasing me with his tongue.
"I want your cock," I moaned.
"So demanding," he said. He stood up. I was on my hands and knees on the bed, Archer standing behind me. He teased my opening with his cock. I arched my back, begging him to take me.
