Taking the hint, Rick took me gently by the arms and leaned toward me. I pressed myself up against him and stood on tiptoe to meet his lips with my own. This time I couldn’t restrain myself, and it seemed neither could he. He kissed me hard, encircling me in his arms and cradling the back of my head. His tongue was urgent, seeking mine and caressing it hungrily.
My arms wound their way around his neck and I melted into him, my body hot and pliant under his touch. My tongue danced with his, and as we came up for air, I sucked gently on his lower lip.
We remained close together, our breath mingling and our bodies pressed together. I could feel his arousal pressing hard against my hip. “I’ve been wanting to do that since Friday,” I admitted quietly.
He smiled. “Me too.” And he kissed me again, pushing me slowly but firmly up against the doorway as we both moaned quietly into each other’s mouths. He bent and kissed my ear, my neck and my collarbone, and I ran my fingers through his hair as I enjoyed the feeling. My body was buzzing, shocks of pleasure and arousal flitting through me, and I could feel the hot wetness between my legs.
Rick broke away once more, reluctantly. “This isn’t the most comfortable place,” he admitted, and I giggled.
“You didn’t show me your bedroom,” I ventured boldly. My chest still heaved as I caught my breath, my breasts pushing softly against his chest. Subtlety was out of my reach by this point.
“Oh yeah? That’s what you want to see?” He smiled impishly.
“Mmhmm.” I grinned back.
Leading me by the hand, he showed me the way to his room. It was large, with a huge four poster bed and thick, soft rug. The window was open and the curtains blew in the breeze. I could see city lights outside and hear the rain that had started. I walked over to the bed and touched the linen, ran my hand over the posts. Rick watched me, his intense and hungry gaze fixed on my body. I enjoyed the way he looked at me.
He leaned back against the wall. “Undress for me,” he said simply.
His direct command surprised and excited me, and I smiled wickedly. “If you say so, boss.”
Staying where I was, I slowly I reached behind my back to unzip my dress, tugging the zipper down with some difficulty. I could feel my heart beating hard inside my chest, my entire body flushed with pleasure and anticipation. I was also nervous - hoping that seeing me unclothed wouldn’t be a disappointment to him, that my body would please him. I’d never undressed for a man like this before. Usually it was hurried, in the dark, or both.
With deliberation I peeled the dress from my shoulders and wiggled my body as I moved it down over my waist and hips. I looked into Rick’s eyes, and saw only approval - confirmed by the bulge in his jeans. I stood in my lingerie, letting him look at me, shifting a little under his gaze. He was quiet for a long moment, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking. Did he want me to do something?
“And the rest.” He finally said, his voice hard with desire. He smiled at me, moving closer as I bent down and unhooked the stockings from my garter belt. I could sense his body heat as he stood over me, watching as I stepped out of my shoes and rolled the stockings off.
As I straightened, he gently reached around me and tried the clasp of my bra. I took the opportunity to run my hands over his chest, his stomach. I could feel the firmness of his body through the thin material of his shirt, and smell the scent of his aftershave.
I felt the weight of my breasts settle as the clasp was undone, and he slowly slid the straps from my shoulder and let the bra fall to the floor. I stood, chest heaving, hands resting on his chest, standing very still as his warm hands ran down my back, over my ass.
“Mmm.” He murmured, smiling appreciatively. He squeezed my butt, then worked his fingers inside the waistband of my panties, and slid them with care down over my hips. They too fell to the floor. Rick pulled me by the hands out of the puddle of my own clothes, pulled me against him. I was conscious of being completely naked, while he was fully clothed. His jeans were rough against the skin of my hips and stomach.
I didn’t think I could stand this anticipation. I wanted to pull his clothes off, run my hands all over his body, lick his skin. My flesh quivered under his hands.
“You are beautiful,” he whispered close to my ear, his hands coming up to my breasts, thumbs stroking lightly over my nipples.
Sighing in pleasure, I pushed my hands up under his shirt. As I tried to pull it over his head, he assisted me, with a small sound of amusement. His torso was mostly hairless, save for the sparse light brown trail on his stomach. I angled my head, and kissed the hollow of his neck.