“Yeah.” Why am I doing this? I’m an idiot, sure. But, this man makes my body sing. His hands move up until they’re both pressed over the peak of my breasts. My nipples harden instantly from his touch.
“Jesus, Lex.” He runs his palms back and forth over the top, squeezing, pinching, and pulling my nipples as he goes.
I arch further into his hands and moan. It’s been so long since anyone has touched me. I may burst from this alone.
As he works my chest, he leans down and runs his lips and tongue on the side of my neck. When he nips at my ear, I swear to God, I come. It’s been so long, I can’t be sure. My reaction to all of this seems to be my pressing my backside into him. He presses closer to me rubbing himself on me while continuing his ministrations. “I need to see you, baby.”
Oh, he pulled out the ‘baby’ card. I know some women think that’s corny but I love it. I think my ovary exploded at his term of endearment.
“Mm-hmm.” No real words will come to me now. Only moaning and nonsensical sounds.
“Are you wet for me?”
“Mm-hmm.” See? No words.
Sliding his right hand down my stomach, he uses his fingertip to nudge my waistband open enough for him to slip his palm down. When his hand slides over the front of my sex and further until he’s cupping me, barely skimming my clitoris, I come. It was a real one this time.
“You’re soaking.”
His fingers work my body masterfully. It’s like he knows me. He knows how to make it sing. “Please, Lex? Let me see you.”
I nod and raise my hands above my head. He takes the cue and lifts my shirt up until it’s past my hands. I lower my arms slowly. Turning in his arms, I look up at him. I’m feeling a little shy. The one guy I did sleep with, it was in a bed, and it was dark. Tonight, the light is on, and I’m standing in my tiny kitchen with a man who still has his damn overcoat on. “Um, I feel a little underdressed.”
“That’s okay.” He murmurs as he stares at my chest. “I knew they’d be pink.” He brings his fingers up and pinches my nipples making me squeak. “I wonder what else is pink?”
Oh, hells bells, the man has a dirty mouth. I nearly come again just thinking about what else he’ll say.
