Jay put down the magazine he’d been looking at and stood. I stopped and put my hands on my hips and slowly twirled. Once I had my back to him, I leaned over and waggled my ass. I could feel his eyes on me as stood up again.
He had moved close, I could smell his body wash and almost feel his clothing against my skin, but he didn’t touch me. Instead I laced my hands behind my head and turned back to him. The intensity of his eyes on me made me both aroused and nervous.
25
I waited for him to touch me, but he stayed motionless. My pulse quickened. What was he doing? Was he disappointed by me in the outfit? I spun again, slower this time. As I turned I inched towards him, closing the last of the gap between us.
When I was facing him again, I closed my eyes and waited. I resisted the urge to lean my head into his dress shirt and chanted patience while I tried to slow my breath.
After what seemed like an eternity, his fingertips grazed the ribboning down the back of the corset. His touch lost its gingerness but still he took his time, tracing the ribbon on its zigzag route down my back.
When he reached the bottom, he ran his fingers over the suspenders, careful not to touch the skin of my ass. His fingertips circled the catch on the stockings before moving back up. I swallowed, my heart thudded and skipped in my chest. My head was close enough to hear the slow, steady rhythm of his heart.
His hands hovered their way up the boning in the seam of the corset. When they reached the top, he placed his hands on my shoulders. Their firmness seemed to indicate he wanted me to sink to my knees, and I started to slide down his front but he stopped me.
“Stunning.”
I moaned, letting his words wash over me. Not being able to stand the distance between us any longer, I reached my arms around his torso. His fingers touched my chin, and my body shivered. He tilted my head and kissed me with a gentleness I hadn’t sensed from him before.
As we kissed, his hands became firmer, roaming over me. He kept them on the fabric. The sensation of the satiny fabric against my skin caused a continuous flurry deep in my pelvis. His hands moved to my bare shoulders, the contact of his skin against mine after such a long wait was electric and I moaned into his mouth.
Without warning, he broke the kiss and stepped back. Leaving me standing there, aching. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the hardness of his chest and I reached out to touch him. My fingers were only able to graze the outline of his abs.
His shirt fully opened, he drew me into him. I pressed into his muscles, feeling their strength against me, he was strong enough to crush me but I knew he never would. His hands gripped the cheeks of my ass and squeezed. He slid his fingers under the fabric of the thong and the elastic of the suspenders.
I shuffled my legs apart, willing him towards my mound but his hands stayed firmly on my ass. Jay broke the kiss again, trailing kisses down my neck and over the tops of my shoulders. My pussy twinged, desperate for a visit from his lips.
He urged me toward the bedroom. When he pushed me onto the bed, I moaned in delight. I lie there watching as he removed his shirt to reveal his biceps, aching for him to come near enough for me to grip them.
“Turn over.”
Giddy with excitement, I rolled over and presented my ass to him. He leaned onto the bed, beside me, his fingers deep in my slick pussy. The abruptness had caught me off guard, and I moaned at the instant tension they built within me.
With his other hand, he slapped my ass. As sudden as it had arrived, he withdrew his fingers from inside me. He got off the bed, pulling me with him. He shoved me towards the bathroom, and I tottered on my jelly legs.
Once in the bathroom he turned me to face the mirror, and stood behind me. He held my eye contact in the mirror.
“I want to see all sides of you when I fuck you senseless.”
A high-pitched moan escaped me, and my already wet pussy screamed for more. Jay’s fingers flickered over the corset’s ribbon. When they reached the bottom, he undid his belt and pants and pressed his hard cock against me.
I was desperate to feel the skin of his cock, instead of its hardness underneath his boxers, and I reached back to grapple for it but he pushed my hand away.
In the mirror, I followed his eyes as they roved over my body. My sexy body. I not only felt hot, I could see that I looked hot. I understood what Jay’s eyes were seeing. The realization made me even more excited. More desperate for his cock in me.
“Fuck me,” I said, my voice firm.
“I plan to.”
Through his boxers, he dug his cock against me. I arched my back, trying to get it closer to the right spot. His hand landed on my hip, his other hand at the waistband of his boxers. I felt him push the boxers down, felt his erect cock spring free.