The motor hums steadily in my hand while the needle moves through her skin. The rhythm usually locks my focus in place.
Then she moves again.
This time her hips tilt forward slightly. The slip tightens across her ass and lifts along the back of her thighs. That movement exposes the seat beneath her.
And the wetness between her legs.
My brain locks onto that image immediately.
The machine hovers above her skin while the needle continues vibrating in the air.
I lift it away and breathe slowly through my nose.
“Brooke, if you want a break you can say that.”
She turns her head and looks over her shoulder.
Her expression looks wide and innocent.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
Her lips curve slightly.
“Am I making it hard for you to focus?”
Her hips tilt forward again. The slip slides higher along her ass. The view between her legs becomes clearer.
That ends my patience.
I set the machine down on the tray. The metal rattles softly against the surface.
She stands slowly. Her eyes stay locked on mine.
Her fingers catch the hem of the slip and lift it upward. The fabric moves slowly along her body.
Her pussy appears first beneath the rising cloth. Then the smooth line of her stomach comes into view. The dress continues upward until the curve of her waist appears.
Her breasts lift free of the dress while she raises it higher. The soft weight shifts while the fabric slides over them. Her nipples tighten slightly when the cooler air touches her skin.
The slip clears her head and falls to the floor beside her feet. She stands completely naked in front of me.
I'm already rock hard inside my sweats.
Her eyes drop immediately to the outline pressing against the fabric. Her lip catches between her teeth while she studies it.
But she doesn’t reach for me. She touches herself instead.
She steps forward until she stands between my knees. The warmth of her body fills the narrow space between my legs while I look up at her.
Her fingers slide slowly down the center of her stomach. They move past her navel and continue lower until her hand slips between her thighs.
I lean forward without thinking. I watch her spread herself open with two fingers while her slick glistens under the light.
Her other hand rests against my shoulder for balance. Her breathing deepens while her fingers begin moving slowly over her clit.
I lean forward and press my lips against her stomach. Her skin feels warm beneath my mouth.
She inhales softly when my lips move upward along the flat line of her abdomen. My mouth brushes across her skin while I follow the path her fingers took seconds earlier.
