Fight Me(63)
Once she reaches the bottom button on the shirt, she opens her eyes and I get a full view of what she’s wearing underneath. It’s the sexiest black and white lace bra I’ve ever seen. The lace leaves little to the imagination. My eyes burn hot as I stare at her beautiful chest and her nipples are actually growing into hard nubs under my intense scrutiny. I watch as she inhales sharply at the uncontrollable reaction her body has to my examination.
Erin slowly lets the shirt slip over her shoulders and slide down her arms, dropping it on the floor behind her, as she continues to sway seductive to the beat of the music. She slowly turns around and I’m treated to the view from behind. Her heart-shaped ass is accentuated perfectly in the tight, black skirt. She looks at me over her shoulder as she reaches around and slowly tugs on the zipper in the back of the skirt.
My eyes drop down to the curve of her ass, to the skin that she’s exposing little by little as she tugs the zipper down. When I see white and black peeking through the zipper opening, I almost leap up off the couch. She’s going so damn slow it’s killing me. I want to rip that skirt off her body so quickly that I don’t care what condition it would leave the skirt in when I’m done and run my hands all over her body, from head to toe.
As she starts to shimmy and shake her hips, her hands pushing the skirt down her hips, I finally get a full view of what she has been hiding underneath that skirt. It’s a combination of black lace and white satin boy cut panties. I can’t control the loud moan that comes from my throat. I can’t take my eyes off of her body. She’s so fucking beautiful.
When she actually bends over and reaches down to touch her ankles, treating me to a full back view of her in those delicious panties, I’m on my feet before I even comprehend that I’m moving. I reach her as she looks over her shoulder at me, still bent over in that unbelievably sexy position, and has me so turned on that I think I’m going to die if I don’t touch her. Right. Now. Her eyes are wide and full of lust, her mouth open as she pants uncontrollably.
Erin quickly stands up and turns to face me. As I reach for her, she holds her hand out to me, palm straight out as if ordering me to stop. I immediately stop and stare at her, my eyes as wild as hers, I’m sure. She takes a step forward and places her hand flat against my chest, giving it a gently shove which causes me to fall back onto the couch again.
As I look up at her from my position on the couch, she walks over – still in her fuck-me heels, by the way – and stands before me with her feet shoulder-width apart, hands on her hips. Her hair is still up in the bun and she’s wearing her reading glasses. If librarians ever actually looked like this, I would have spent more time in a library, that’s for sure. But, I’m so damn glad she only looks like this now, with me in private. This wild, exotic Erin is for my eyes only! She’s mine.
Erin reaches up and removes the clip from her hair causing her red ringlets to tumble down around her shoulders. She gives me the most seductive smile as she reaches up and removes her glasses, throwing them aside on the couch. She then steps forward and places her knees on either side of my thighs, straddling me where I sit. My mind can’t even begin to process what is happening. Aliens could land in the front yard, SWAT could storm my house, a tornado could rip this place to shreds and I wouldn’t care in the least. All I care about, all I need is to satisfy this uncontrollable desire I have to touch her, kiss her, and bury myself inside her all at the exact same time.
My hands wrap around her waist as I drag her forward so her center is rubbing against mine. I growl loudly at the friction created by the motions. I can feel the heat radiating from her center, I can smell her arousal, and it’s driving me crazy. I grind myself against her and watch as her eyes flutter closed.
“I need to touch you, darlin’,” I hear myself say.
“Touch me, Jake,” she replies breathlessly.
My hands are everywhere – her hips, her ass, her stomach, her breasts. Erin grinds against my groin causing us both to moan in torturous pleasure. I want to take this slow – I need to take this slow – or it will be over all too soon. She went through all this work to give me this show, the least I can do is to make this moment last for her.
I reach up and run my fingers along her lace covered breasts, palming her breasts in my hands. I pull her chest against me, bringing her breasts up to my mouth. I devour her lace covered mounds, sucking one inside my hot mouth. After I feast on one, I make sure to give the other equal attention.
I slowly drag the lace down to expose her hard peeks. I gorge on the vision before me, feasting on her breasts like I’m a man possessed. Erin arches her back pressing down on our centers and forcing her breasts to my face.