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The comment catches him off guard and he freezes momentarily, mouth open and brows raised. Then, he takes a deep, shaky breath and crushes his mouth to mine. A hand goes up my dress and strokes the inside of my thigh, making me gasp mid-kiss. Reluctantly, he tears his mouth from mine. My heart is hammering, and my breathing ragged.
“Sorry,” he manages in a raspy voice, “I had to get that out of my system. The idea of tying you up is too erotic, honey.”
“Oh really? Do you have a bit of a bondage fantasy?” I ask in a sultry whisper.
His blue eyes flare.
“Not that I was aware of until now. But not bondage in the way of you being a prisoner, or being held against your will. What turns me on is the idea of teasing you into wanting me so bad you can barely stand it. I love knowing that you’re not being able to do anything about it until I decide to release your desire.”
“You mean like this?” I ask coyly, unsnapping his jeans to feel how hard he is.
It’s his turn to gasp a little but he recovers quickly with a slow, burning kiss as he continues to open more buttons on my dress. The soft breeze on my lace panties and his hard shaft in my hand has kicked my arousal up to the next level.
“Maybe we should go inside,” I suggest in a breathy whisper between kisses. He breaks away for a moment.
“Why? We’re on the fiftieth floor, facing the Hudson River. No one can see us, sweetheart.”
I smile.
“I guess you’re right. Let me take the dress off so I don’t ruin it. I really love it. Plus, I want to take this slow tonight, and relish every minute of being with you.”
I give him one last tug before I pull my hand out of his pants; the teasing goes both ways tonight. He makes me feel so confident, and I stand up on the terrace and drop the dress on a chair beside me. Now, I’m standing on a balcony in New York City dressed in just a velvet corset and lace panties. I peek over my shoulder at Peter still sitting on the blanket and wink coyly at him.
“You’re right, the view up here is stunning. We shouldn’t go inside,” I purr while mincing to the railing of the terrace. I like this game we are playing, taunting each other sexually. It’s almost like what we did in the video chat rooms, but now with an option to touch.
Peter doesn’t stay put for long. I feel the heat of him come up behind me and my hair is pushed over my shoulder to expose the back of my neck. His lips move across the nape, unhurriedly tasting and sending chills down my spine. Fingertips explore the exposed skin on my shoulders, chest, and thighs. The sensations are making me a bit lightheaded so I keep my hands on the railing, but I can’t help but grind my backside into his hard rod pressed against me.
He moves his fingertips onto my belly, skating thin lines up and down the front of my panties and reaching in to just brush over my nipples. I drop my head back onto his shoulder so his mouth can find the quickening pulse in my neck
“Mmm, yes,” is all I can manage.
This seems to be permission for gentle trace of fingers over my panties to change to full stroking with just the right amount of pressure. I spread my feet a little farther apart to enjoy the sensation.
“You’re wet,” he whispers in my ear.
I giggle throatily.
“I’ve been wet since I got here. Now it’s just soaked through.”
He pushes my panties aside and caresses me. Three fingers up and down against bare, pulsing flesh. I push my bottom against him harder, rotating my hips to give both of us pleasure. He groans and the pace of his hand massaging me quickens.
“Take off the panties. I want to feel that luscious ass against me.”
I reach down to pull them off and hear him stepping out of his jeans. I try to turn around.
“No,” he whispers in my ear, “I love your beautiful, round ass. Let me keep doing what I was, without clothes between us. You are so soft in my hand, and it’s a little taste of what it will feel like to be inside you.”
The idea of just being touched without any sort of reciprocation is thrilling. I put my hands back on the railing, and my fingers tighten around the silver bar. The heat from Peter’s naked body is feverish and his distinctly male scent intoxicates me. I lean my head back, inviting him to kiss me and he obliges. As the naked, hard length of him presses against me, he slides his hand back between my legs and I can’t keep a small moan from escaping.
