He watched her flick open the little clasp, and as the two sides parted and she revealed herself to him, he shuddered.
Yes, he’d seen her several times before, but this time, it felt different.
She reached to cup her breasts, pushing them together, squeezing them, and his eyes almost rolled back in his head at the sight.
“They’re not too small?”
His chest tightened at the insecurity in her eyes and tone, the question spoken so softly he might have missed it if he hadn’t been hyper-focused on her.
“These—” he placed his hands over hers, forcing her to keep them there “—are perfect. You are perfect.”
Catching her thumbs between his fingers, he guided her to rub her nipples until they hardened to peaks. “Perfect,” he repeated, “and whatever voice in your head tells you otherwise is lying.”
She extricated herself from his grasp, shrugged out of the bra, then reached up, pulling his head down with a moan. “Put your mouth on them. Show me how much you like them.”
Oh, he did. He did. Like a starving man, he opened his mouth first over one breast, then the other, licking, sucking, alternating between light flicks of his tongue and deep, hard pulls, until she was writhing beneath him, her hips beginning to buck with a rhythm his body immediately understood.
Ignoring his need, he worshipped her breasts until her cries began to sound like a protest. Letting a nipple go with one last, long lick, he moved down to her abdomen, kissing the smooth flesh there, running his lips over her navel, then lower, nuzzling at the waistband of her jeans. He ran a fingertip just above it, reveling in the softness of her skin.
She gripped his shoulders, bucking. “You’re trying to drive me crazy, aren’t you?”
“Eventually. I’m already there.”
She reached down, flicked open the button of her jeans, and, tilting her hips, yanked them down in one quick tug. “Take them off.”
He pulled them off her legs, tossing them aside, then quickly peeled off her socks.
Leaving Jannie beautifully clad only in a sheer lavender thong, her legs pressed tightly together, looking up at him with lustful eyes, her pupils so dilated, he could barely discern the blue.
“What are you going to do to me now?” she asked.
“First, I’m going to look at you and make sure this isn’t a dream.”
Her lips curved into a little smile. “I’m real. And—” she traced a fingertip along his jaw “—I want you.”
This was the first time she’d ever said those words. It felt like he had waited forever to hear them.
“Take off your clothes,” she said. “Slowly. I want to watch you getnaked for me.” Then, “You can leave the tie on.”
Always wanting to watch, his Jannie. He couldn’t hold back a smile.
As leisurely as he could, he stood and pulled his T-shirt over his head, slipping the tie back around his neck.
“Knot it,” she said.
Was she serious?
She must have read the question in his eyes because she nodded. “It turns me on when you do it.”
With practiced precision, he crossed, looped, pulled, and tied, squeezing the sides of the knot to create a dimple just below it. All the while, her gaze never left his hands, her tongue drawing over her lips as he finished.
He smiled. “You liked that?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He tried not to think of the things he wanted to do to her with the tie. Instead, he focused on taking off his pants, doing his best to keep his movements fluid and avoid looking awkward. At last, he stood before her in his boxers.
A delighted smile spread across her face. “They match!”
