“Does the underwear match the outerwear?” he asked, teasing, as he began to slide his hands under her shirt and push it upward.
Yas scowled at him.
“No, but only because I don’t have any underwear that’s this bad,” she retorted. “Don’t get any ideas.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
Because Zeus wasn’t a dreamer; he was a planner. He liked Yas. He wanted to date Yas and see where it went. But it would be best if she just thought she was using him for his body to start. He didn’t want to scare her off, and she seemed like she might startle easily right now.
So, he continued to unwrap his present for the evening.
The underwear definitely did not match the outerwear.
The bra she was wearing was unlined, black satin and lace, cupping her breasts with expensive and attractive luxury. Yasmine lifted her upper back so he could pull the t-shirt all the way off. The juxtaposition of sexy lingerie with oversized sweats was surprisingly arousing. Although that might be more due to the woman who was wearing the outfit.
“Very nice,” he murmured, bending over her. Cupping her breasts, he squeezed them gently as his mouth covered one nipple, the silky satin and lace rubbing against his tongue.
Yas moaned, arching her back, her fingers landing on his shoulders and gripping as her legs curled around his body again, holding him bent over her. He squeezed her breasts tighter, dragging his teeth along the tender nub in his mouth, sucking hard. The resulting whimper she made went straight to his cock, which pulsed in response.
Pinching her other nipple between his fingers, he rolled it, making her whimper again as the silk and lace rubbed against it. His cock was hard as a rock, but he ignored it for now because he wanted to take his time and play. Yas might or might not be kinky, but she was incredibly responsive and clearly enjoying what he was doing to her.
Lifting his head, he admired the wet spot he’d left on her bra before switching sides and giving her other nipple the same treatment while she gasped and squirmed against him. Her nails dug into his shirt, sharp pinpricks, as she tugged at him.
He ignored the pull, continuing to focus on her breasts.
Yanking the fabric down, he kept the cups in place, helping hold her breasts high on her chest as he used his hands, fingers, and teeth to stimulate the sensitive flesh. They were a small handful, her nipples nice and plump, just right for squeezing the mounds in his palms and pinching the tiny buds between his fingers.
Finally, he started kissing his way down her stomach, letting his tongue trace little circles on her skin. Her legs opened enough to let him in until he was kneeling in place between her thighs.
When he got to the waistband of her sweatpants with his mouth, he finally moved his hands down, abandoning her breasts, and glanced up along the long length of her. Her eyelashes fluttered, eyes opening, gaze zeroing in on him.
“Do the panties match?” he asked, hooking his fingers through the waistband.
She scowled at him.
“Yes.” Her tone was pouty again, almost as if she was mad at herself for wearing a matching set. Which, she probably was. He wondered if it had occurred to her that she clearly did it for herself, not for the guys she dated.
Fucking adorable.
“Good. I like this set.”
She huffed, but he could see the little curve of her lips. Even if she was annoyed at him saying so, he could see that it made her want to smile.
Now, to get on with making her scream out his name with pleasure, so when he suggested they keep doing this, she wouldn’t turn him down.
Chapter 18
Yasmine
Zeus was not bad at sex.
Or, at least, he wasn’t bad at foreplay, which seemed like a good indication that he was not going to be bad at sex.
In fact, he was very, very, very good.
At least her underwear was appropriately on level for sex this good, even if her sweatpants and t-shirt weren’t. Did part of her wish that she was wearing a sexy little black dress? Or, even better, a tightly laced corset and leather skirt with a garter belt and thigh-highs?
Absolutely.
