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When they got to her place, she confessed to him she wanted to stay at his apartment, as hers wasn’t really soundproof, or so she stated, accompanied with a cute blush. He watched her walking around her room grabbing stuff to stay with him for the rest of the weekend.
It took only a little convincing on his part to get her to agree to stay for two more nights at his place, since he was sure she’d enjoyed staying with him today. He grinned when she stuffed everything in an oversized bag. It was astounding he didn’t even feel cornered or trapped by the idea of a girl staying over for three nights in a row. But Kate wasn’t just some girl, now was she?
He even instigated the idea to spend the whole weekend together. Now that was something he never did before. The idea of sleeping alone in his bed with Kate’s scent all over his bed sheets…. He just couldn’t let go of her.
She must’ve decided to change into some fresh clothes, as she suddenly ditched her black dress and grabbed a lacy purple bra and panties from the dresser to change into. He couldn’t move, being hypnotized by her motions.
Sitting on top of the flowery comforter on Kate’s bed, he watched the muscles in Kate’s back work as she held the clasps from her purple bra to fasten it. Her shiny strands hung over her left shoulder so she wouldn’t tangle it in the clasp.
“Cupcake.”
“Hmm?”
“You’re killing me with this reverse striptease.”
Kate turned slowly at his words, and her serene blue eyes sparkled with mischief. Hmm, one night with him and she was already turning into a little vixen.
“Did you decide to give me this show on purpose?”
She swallowed and nodded once. Well, I’ll be damned. Sweet Kate wanted to play.
He stood from the edge of the bed and walked over to her bedroom door, shutting and locking it before kicking off his shoes. He took his seat again on her bed and nonchalantly rid himself of his socks. He scooted back up and rested his back against the headboard, crossing his feet on top of her comforter.
Kate had eyed his movements with interest but all the while stood stock-still in the purple lace bra and panties she’d just put on. His girl was awaiting his signal for her to continue. He was one lucky bastard.
“Continue, cupcake.”
Kate slipped her index finger in the waistband of the lace panties and tugged it over her hip. She did this agonizingly slow, just to give him the visual of her stepping out of the concealing garment in his head but not yet fulfilling the act.
She let the fabric rest midway of her cheek and slipped her other index finger in the top of the lace on her other hip. With the same unhurried pace, she slid it down as far as the other side. Then, his seductress turned around to show off those perfectly round globes—peeking above and under the straining lace—before she slid it down to her ankles.
He had the urge to bite the taunting flesh. But as usual, he remained in control. He didn’t let go of his restraint, although seeing his cupcake in nothing but a lacy purple bra was tempting.
Kate looked over her shoulder asking for permission to get rid of the annoying piece of clothing that hid her luscious tits from him. With one brisk nod from him, she kicked her panties from her feet and trailed the straps of her bra down. With her eyes still locked on him, she undid the same clasps she’d fastened mere moments ago.
When he swirled his index finger in the air, she turned around. She still held the purple lace with her hands against her body, making sure it didn’t expose her. It might have given her a false pretense of coverage, but her shaved, plump lower lips were already teasing him.
She took a step toward the bed, but he needed to stop her. He was directing her peepshow, so he arched his brow when she took another small step. No words necessary, she stilled and waited for him. He stood from the bed, took off his T-shirt, tossing it on the ground, and prowled over to her. Without any hesitation, he placed his hand at her center.
Kate gasped at his bold move but didn’t so much as stir. Feeling the dampness coating his fingers, he plunged his middle and index fingers inside her pussy and groaned at the welcoming wetness.
Pumping in and out of her, he curled his fingers to hit the exact spot he wanted. A soft whimper escaped her as her hands fell down to her sides. The bra fell on top of his wrist, and he whisked the garment away with his other hand.
Nothing was coming between him and Kate. He looked up from his fingers as they thrust inside her. Her full tits heaved with every hard breath she took, and her cherry red nipples were transformed into hard peaks. She lifted onto her tiptoes, probably to ease his assault on her pussy, but he wanted her to take exactly what he gave and decided to direct the scene some more.
“Stop it, cupcake. Just take it.”
“I can’t take it any more… aaaah, Don.”
“Yes, you can. Let me make you feel good.”
Before he could execute what he had in mind for his cupcake, the slamming of the front door brought him out of his blissful state of mind. Kate’s hand went from his ass to his chest when she softly pushed at him.
“It’s Errin. I think she’s come home from work.”
Kate took a small step back and already searched the floor for her clothes. He grabbed her elbow and stopped her from retreating—physically and emotionally. He locked eyes with his cupcake and kissed her lips.
She played along as he kissed her, but she was hesitant and didn’t open up to him. He let his tongue sweep over her bottom lip and took her back into his arms.
