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“I like the sound of it,” she says, turning to wrap her arms around me.
“Good,” I say, leaning down to kiss her.
I show her around the rest of the place. Two extra bedrooms and then the backyard. It’s fenced in and there’s plenty of room to put in a pool, which I really want. I think it would be nice to make my home a place I enjoy, considering my busy schedule. My old rental was nice, but I never bothered to make it ahome. I didn’t decorate or settle in at all, really.
After I lock up, we head to the restaurant to pick up our order. By the time we get to her apartment, I’ve already emailed my realtor to confirm moving forward with making an offer on the house.
Willette goes to change into something more comfortable and I pull the containers from the bag, arranging them on the coffee table so we can watch a movie while we eat.
“Derek,” she says.
I turn my attention to her voice coming from the hall and nearly tumble off the couch. “Jesus,” I whisper.
Willette is standing there, her hair undone, wavy and wild. She’s retouched her red lipstick. The black piece of lingerie she’s wearing is all lace, cut into a deep V, plunging almost all the way to her bellybutton. It flares out over her hips, cut like a bathing suit bottom. My eyes travel down her bare legs, tattooed and perfect. I can even see my favorite little cherries. Her toes have been painted to match her lips, which she’s currently biting.
“Do you like it?” she asks.
I swallow hard, my voice surely plotting to betray me. Instead, I nod slowly and deliberately, managing only two words. “Very much.”
I can already feel my dick pressing against the inside of my pants as I stand to move toward her. The closer I get, the further back into the hallway she retreats, until we’re all the way in her bedroom. I grab her by the hips, finally close enough to touch her.
She turns, urging me to sit on the edge of the bed. I surrender to her instruction, as she begins undoing my shirt, her delicate fingers barely grazing my shirt as she undoes each button.
My hands are still on her hips, a layer of soft lace the only barrier between our skin. I wish I knew if this was expensive or rippable.
Willette’s hands push the edge of my shirt back over my shoulders and off. Her hands run down my chest, then she presses me back until I’m flat on her bed, my feet still planted on the floor. Her hands are on my belt next, pulling it from the loops in one fluid motion. Her palms rub against me, her touch both firm and gentle.Good god.
She hooks her fingers into the top of my pants and boxers, urging me to lift up enough for her to pull them off, and I can’t help her fast enough. She pulls them all the way down and off, along with my shoes. I’m completely naked as her palms press against my knees, spreading my legs just enough to cradle her. I lift my head enough to make eye contact with her. She’s sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and all I can think of is how badly I want to kiss her.
Her fingers tremble as they slide up my thighs. She cups me and I groan an expletive into the darkness of her room.
“You touched me,” she says. “Now I want to touch you.” Her grip on me tightens as she slides up and down. She alternates between slow and fast strokes until I think I might come just from this.
I pull her hand away, my breathing erratic and rough. “Wait,” I say. “I don’t want to go like that.”
I pull her up on top of me, kissing her mouth, pressing my tongue against hers. My hands explore her, running over the tops of her thighs, up her ribs, cupping her breasts. Even through the lace, I can feel her hardened nipples against my palm and I have an urge to put them in my mouth. I roll her over, pressing her into the mattress.
“My turn to tease,” I whisper against her mouth.
I push the lace aside, exposing her perfect tits, her pink nipples tight and begging for attention. I press my tongue flat against one, her hands instantly gripping me in response. Then I blow cool air against it, the sensation sending goosebumps over her skin. I swirl my tongue around it over and over again until she cries out, her hands digging into my flesh.
I press my knee between her thighs, urging her to open her legs. She spreads them wide in response, and I take it as permission to have my way with her. I sit up, gazing down at her flushed rosy skin, her chest rising and falling. If she’s this worked up over one nipple, I’m eager to see just how far I can push her.
My fingers trail down between her tits, over the lace, until they’re over her center.
“Mmm, I can feel how wet you are through the fabric,” I say, nearly growling. “Did I do that to you?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
I run my fingers up and down her gently, teasing her senses as I watch her whole body arch and twist in response. Moving my hand, I rub the shaft of my dick against her, the sensation driving us both wild.
“Get a condom,” she moans. “Please. The bedside drawer.”
I lean over, fumbling in the drawer for a moment and pulling one out. I rip it open and roll it over me, eager to please her. I rub myself against her a few more times, watching her eyes roll back. Just when I’m sure she can’t take it anymore, I push the thin fabric of her lingerie to the side, exposing her.
“You’re so wet,” I whisper, licking my lips.
Before I give her what she wants, I have an urge to taste her. I surprise her, leaning down quickly and sucking her clit into my mouth, lapping my tongue against her. She screams out, louder this time. I can feel her wrestling to both pull away from me and press into me at the same time.
