The ride home was intense.On the surface, it was calm and casual, but the sexual tension inside felt alive and wired. The atmosphere around us crackled with unsettled energy just waiting to pop.
After exiting the car, I walked up to my door, keys in hand, my fingers shaking slightly at the excitement of what was to come. As I moved to line the key up in the slot, Ray moved my hair delicately off my shoulder while his other hand went to my hip and squeezed lightly but possessively.
A red-hot thrill swirled through my body as his lips brushed against the space where my neck met my shoulder.
My hand froze, unable to complete the task of entering the key into the door as his mouth worked its way up my neck, his hot breath working a trail along my skin.
He whispered into my ear, “Are you gonna unlock the door, or do you just plan to stay out here all night?”
I knew he was teasing, but my brain couldn’t handle him kissing me and any other task at the same time.
“Stop distracting me,” I whispered back.
His chuckle near my ear made me irritated all over again.
I slipped the key into the door and unlocked it, turning the knob and letting us both in.
I was ready and wasn’t delaying this any further. I moved quickly through my townhome, kicking my shoes off at the door, dropping my purse on the counter, and booking it upstairs like my life depended on it. All the while listening to Ray chuckle in amusement behind me.
I immediately started to strip out of my work clothes in my bedroom and opened my drawer to grab my sleep bra and teethat I would eventually put on once we were actually ready for sleeping. I set them on top of my dresser and was starting to take off my current clothes when Ray appeared in the doorway.
I turned to see him staring at me with a bit of confusion.
“What?” I asked.
“You’re taking off one bra, only to put on another before you go to bed?”
“This one is more comfortable to sleep in,” I told him as I slid my tank top off.
“You could just not wear a bra,” Ray said, a sly grin plastered to his face.
Tell me you’ve never had big boobs before without telling me you’ve never had big boobs before.
“Ray, these girls,” I said, pointing to my chest, “are big.”
“I know,” he said with an approving grin.
Men.
I rolled my eyes but sallied-forth. “Wearing a bra is more comfortable than free balling because they are heavy. They also cause back and shoulder pain. Even while wearing a bra, I still have to hold my arm under my boobs when I run down the stairs. The only time I go braless is when I shower.”
“The first night we met you didn’t wear a bra when you slept.”
I knew he thought he was proving a point, but it wasn’t the win he thought. “That’s because the orgasms you gave me turned my brain into spaghetti squash. The next morning, my boobs made me very aware that they’d been left to their own devices. I woke up with the right one underneath me and the left on the other side of the bed.”
He laughed, but again, he wouldn’t understand. I started to explain further, but he held up his hand in protest.
“Sweetheart, you wear whatever you want to bed, but just know that I’m gonna take it all right back off again at some point.” His husky voice did things to me, including making mynipples get hard. The same nipples that were on my traitorous big boobs.
Anticipation filled me with excitement as I pictured his large hands sliding my sleep clothes right back off me.
“I like whatever you’re thinking right now, so how about we get into bed and explore those naughty thoughts swirling in that beautiful brain of yours,” he said, taking a few steps closer to me.
I started to inhale and exhale faster, trying to get more air into my lungs, as it was suddenly hard to breathe.
He leaned over me, his lips so close I could feel his breath. “You wanna tell me what you’re thinking? Or do you want me to show you whatIwas thinking?”
My brain must have been focused solely on getting enough oxygen to my body, because I was incapable of voicing words. I just nodded quickly and watched as his smile slowly overtook his face.
