“Yes?”
“I want you inside me.”
He flushes, out of excitement I presume. “I want that too. It’s?—”
“What?” I ask when he stops himself.
“It’s been a long time for me. I mean, relatively.”
The last thing I want is him feeling self-conscious about that. It’s a turn on, if anything.
I grin. “Well, we better make it good then.”
“I’m not too worried about that with you.” His voice is deep, and sincere.
“Me either.” I make a snap decision on what we should do next. “Can you sit on the bed?”
“Yes ma’am.”
First, he dims the lights so there’s enough to take each other in, but on point with the mood.
After he sits down, I stroll to him, and he spreads his legs apart, making room for me to lean in.
“Come here, Avie.” His eyes are full of heat.
When I step into the gap between his legs, he doesn’t wait for me to make the next move. Instead, his hands slide around the backs of my legs and then underneath my skirt.
“Just what I imagined all night,” he says as he squeezes my ass. “You only had this little thong on. You could’ve flashed anyone with one wrong move.”
“Ah, but there’s only one who I would’ve wanted to see.”
He grins at that. “Let me peek now.” He brings his hands to the hem of my skirt on the sides and rolls it up slowly until my panties are exposed. Once again, they’re lace—teal this time—and very much see-through.
“Fuck, look at you. This tiny bit of fabric, for my eyes only.”
He falls off the bed onto his knees, adjusting my position backward slightly so there’s enough room for him to fit.
Once settled, he brings his head forward, and I feel his hot, wet tongue lick over the lace.
“Ohhh,” I moan. I push into his mouth instinctively; I can’t hold back.
Lick.“I can taste you through the fabric.”Lick.“It’s my favorite flavor.”Lick.
My knees start going weak. It’s difficult to stand while he’s driving these jolts of pleasure through me.
“Rawley, I don’t think…”
“I know. You had a different plan for us. In the meantime, I’m taking these off with my teeth.”
I don’t mind him leading the way right now, if this is the result. “God, yes.”
Keeping my skirt lifted, he shifts his mouth to my hips and tugs my panty straps down a few inches, one side and the next. His hot breath marking my skin, the light grazing of his teeth a delicious feeling.
He moves my panties enough that they fall to the floor on their own accord, and I step out of them.
Without waiting for any more words between us, I pull off my shirt next. At this point, I’m ready to be naked, but I notice he keeps fingering my leather skirt?—
“You like this, huh?”
