She smiled and nodded, taking off her bra and pants until she was in nothing but her mask and black boxers. She went to take off her mask, but I stopped her with a hand on her wrist.
“Leave it,” I said. “It’s sexy.” I still had mine on and the thought of having this night with them on made it all the more erotic.
She laughed and started kissing me again, but her lips didn’t stay on mine. They traveled to my shoulder, then my collarbone, and the moan that came out when she sucked one already hard nipple in her mouth, would’ve been embarrassing if I had any other thoughts besides how good it felt. It had been so long since my body had gotten attention from someone besides myself, and it was all so much.
She teased my nipples for what seemed like forever, flicking and sucking each one. I wanted to ask her to move her mouth lower, but I didn’t need to. Before I could get a word out, she started trailing kisses down the rest of my body.
She kissed the middle of my chest. She kissed underneath my breasts. She kissed the center of my stomach, just before my belly button. Then she stopped, bringing her lips back up to meet mine.
“Relax. I’ve got you,” she said quietly. I didn’t know if she felt my body twitch with every kiss. I didn’t know if she felt or heard my rapid breathing. I couldn’t hide any of it if I tried. It wasn’t that I was nervous. Sex wasn’t something I was uneducated in. Sex and I were very good friends… who just happened to be in a long distance friendship.
I wasn’t nervous or scared. I was ready. I was so turned on and so ready I thought I was going to explode. She was taking her time, and if she didn’t touch me soon, I was going to lose my shit!
I was supposed to be letting her take control. She was in charge and I wouldn’t come if she didn’t want me to. I knew she wanted me to. I could tell in the way she was looking at me. In the way she had looked at me all night. In the way she danced and kissed me. She wanted this just as much as I did.
But I had to relinquish some control. If I wanted to go back to my room deeply satisfied, I had to do as she said, and relax. I took a deep breath and nodded.
“Good girl.”
I bit my lip, trying to bite back a moan. I’d never been called a good girl before. I didn’t think I would like it as much as I did. It had to have been her accent. She could’ve read a book about a waste plant, and I’d probably get turned on every time I took out the trash.
Her smug smirk told me she saw my reaction, but any lingering satisfaction died off when her expression became serious and she lowered herself to the floor.
She was on her knees, in front of me, while I sat on the bed in only my underwear and a masquerade mask. I took in a breath when her hands came up to caress my legs. She started at my knees, and roamed her hands up toward my underwear, teasing my inner thighs, until she hooked her thumbs underneath the fabric that blocked where I needed her the most.
“May I?”
I nodded eagerly. What else was I supposed to do? There was no way any words would leave my mouth.
She smiled and lowered the thong until she was pulling them off my legs and throwing them somewhere across the room. I had to admit, that was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.
She returned her caress to my thighs, but added her lips to the mix, kissing all over, before lightly sucking my inner thigh, causing another moan to slip out.
“Fuck.” Without thinking better of it, I parted my legs farther, giving her more access, silently asking for her kissing to travel somewhere else.
Thankfully, she smiled before bringing her fingers to feel just how turned on I really was. My eyes slammed shut at the first stroke of her fingers, and I whimpered.
I hadn’t been known to be very vocal during sex, but I guess, because of how long it had been, I couldn’t hold it in.
She hummed her approval and I opened my eyes when she lifted my left leg to rest on her shoulder before lifting the right.
“Is this okay?” She asked. Why the hell was she asking?
I smiled at her. “I thought you were in charge?”
My smile turned into a gasp when she sucked my clit into her mouth and let it go with a sounding pop.
“Holy fucking shit!” I moaned.
“I am. So, tell me. Is. This. Okay?”
Good god she could take charge any day of the fucking week as long as she did that again. “Yes,” I panted.
She hummed again and I was thankful talking time was over when her mouth was back on my clit, softer this time. She was taking her time feeling every inch of it with her tongue. The swirling she was doing was making my eyes roll into the back of my head, and I thought for sure I was about to come already.
“Oh, god!”
She thrust two fingers into me a few times and stars instantly danced across my eyes when she added a third. She must’ve had plenty of experience in this position for knowing what I needed before I had a chance to say anything.
