Page 63 of Touch Me


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He ran his eyes up and down my body, slowly examining me. “If you’re agreeable, your bra, please. Nice and smooth.”

I chuckled and grinned at him. “I think you’re cheating.”

He palmed his chest in mock hurt. “Does my request require repeating?”

I laughed. William was proving to be not so average after all.

I unclipped my bra but caught it over my breasts before it fell. Gradually, I lowered the lace to reveal my nipples and then my full mounds. “I bet you’ve never had a bra thrown at you.”

“I do believe I’ve had one or two.”

I belly-laughed as I tossed my bra in his direction. “Liar.” I offered him a cheeky grin.

He caught my bra, and after a moment’s hesitation, he draped it over his legs. “Maybe I’m adding fuel to your fire.” His eyes glistened.

He’s also enjoying this little game.

“Yes, you are.” I lowered my eyes to his groin. “Look at your cock.”

He leaned back, proudly showing off the rod between his legs. It was ready to burst out of his cotton boxers. “I can’t help it. You’ve made me as hard as a rock.”

“You can take those off if you want to.”

“I will. Once we’ve finished undressing you.” His restraint was controlled, but his eyes and twitching mouth were not.

I searched for something impossible for him to rhyme with. “Would you like me to remove my stocking?”

“Mmmm.” He leaned forward again and rubbed his chin.

I had him. I was certain.

“To leave you half-undressed would be desperately shocking.”

“Wow. You’re so good at this.” I eased my thumbs into the elasticized band at the top of my fishnet stocking and gradually eased it down my leg. Once off, I swung it around in a circle like a lazy lasso. “So, my sexy poet, what should we do now?”

“I’m at your mercy. Please show me how.” He replied so quickly and with a pleading lilt. . . it was as if we were actors playing out a predetermined script.

I slipped off my other stocking and tossed it aside. All I had left were my lacy panties. “So . . . looks like we’re both dressed the same.”

His cock bounced beneath the sheer cotton fabric of his shorts. “But to stop now would be a dreadful shame.”

My clit pulsed out a reckless beat. I wanted to touch him and feel his hands on me.

But it was more than that, I wanted him inside me.

I strode to him, shoved his shoulders backward, and straddled Mr. Not So Average.

His eyes showed both surprise and delight.

“Did I win?” His smile showed me he was blissfully happy.

I did that to him. I. . . Plain Jane. I’m a fucking a man-eater.

Well, not exactly a man-eater. And not Plain Jane, either.

But I did make him happy. And that made me happy.

I leaned over, dangling my breasts just above his mouth. His tongue darted out and wet his lips, leaving a light sheen in its wake. William’s breathing was shallow, as was mine.

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