He walked to the other side and stopped.
“Do?”
“Yes, Dirk. How does this sensual touch thing work?”
“Didn’t you read the material, Reg… Miss Davenport sent you?”
What was with him calling her by her first name? I felt my anger boil, but tamped it down. Now was not the time to live up to my red-headed reputation.
“No. I’m sorry, Dirk. It’s been a busy weekend. Just walk me through it.”
I had read the materials. It seemed an odd practice. Just touching Dirk or being touched by him still made me wet. Hell, when Stu touched me, I got wet. I didn’t know if I would be able toonlytouch Dirk or be touched by him.
The material said that you could take the practice to even more intimacy—the document’s words, not mine. I thought saying intimacy rather than fucking or, to be more proper, intercourse, sounded too fancy. Fucking was fucking, plain and simple.
It would be hard to not want to fuck Dirk or suck on his cock.
“Well, we could leave our clothes on and just get into bed. I’ll get in first and start with you in between my legs.” He started to slide onto the bed.
“That seems kind of silly. I thought this worked best if we were touching bare skin.” The prick didn’t want me touching his bare flesh.
He sighed. “Yes. We could also take off our clothes. All but our underwear.” He removed his clothes slowly and laid them on a chair in the corner. Crawling onto the bed, he positioned himself, leaning against the headboard. In his boxers, he looked quite delicious. Firm abs, defined chest, and chiseled arms and forearms laid out before me like a fine dessert. Even though he was over twenty years older than me, he was still a fine-looking man.
“Can you unzip me?” I sat down on the bed with my back to him.
He moved to unclasp my dress, and he unzipped me slowly. His fingers trailed along my spine, sending shivers of lust through me. I imagined grasping his cock and stroking it.
Focus!
“Thank you, husband.” I used the word husband like a weapon. A reminder that we were still wed and pre-nuptial agreement or not, we had made promises to each other.
I stood up and began a slow, sexy strip tease. It wasn’t a dance really, but I used the same willowy sway of my shoulders and hips as I slipped the dress off my shoulder, down my waist, and past my hips. I let the fabric fall to the floor and stepped out of it.
I crawled onto the bed, ensuring he got a magnificent view of my ample cleavage.
“You won’t need the heels,” he said. “Or the garter and hose.”
Feigning coquettish innocence, I sat on the edge of the bed. I slowly undid the garter clips with each movement calculated, meticulous, and meant to arouse. I stood up and pushed my derriere up and back while I slid the flimsy fabric down my legs and stepped out of them.
The heels came off next, and I cast a glance over my shoulder at Dirk. For all his desire to divorce me, I still saw hunger in his eyes. Turning slightly on the bed to afford Dirk a better view, I slid the hose off, one leg at a time. When I was down to my thong and bra, I bent over, presenting my ass again while I picked up my discarded clothes and laid them on the chair in the nearest corner.
I crawled back onto the bed with even more bare flesh to tempt Dirk. A slight bulge appeared in his boxers. Maybe the limp-dick cocktail wouldn’t work tonight. That would be okay. I hadn’t felt him inside me in such a long time. While my pussy clenched in anticipation, I tried to focus on my plan.Humiliation not copulation.
“Where do you want me?”
“Right here. Leaning back against me.” He tapped the bed between his spread legs.
“You sure you want my back to you? I could start some sensate touch on your cock.” I flashed my most seductive smile.
“No. Right here. Back to me. There won’t be any cock stroking tonight.” He spoke like a father speaking to a child, which kind of hurt, but also turned me on a bit.
I moved into position and wiggled my ass up against his crotch. He didn’t appear to be aroused now. How could he not be?
Dirk caressed my arms with only his fingertips, and a shiver shot through me almost immediately. From my shoulder to my wrist, two fingers played across the surface of my skin. I could already feel my nipples harden, and he hadn’t reached my sensitive spots.
God, how I love his touch.
I laid back purposefully into his chest. The ripples of his chest muscles against my back supported me. His biceps grazed my shoulders as he continued to caress my arms up and down. When he brought his fingers up to the top of my shoulders and traced a path to my neck, I felt the first hint of wetness. The more he touched me, the more I just wanted to ride him until the early hours of the morning. My panties were going to be soaked.
