She tried to struggle out of them-they were in her way as well-but their bellies were plastered together and he had her jeans trapped against the edge of the bed with his lower body.
"Don't rush," he said. "I want to look at you first."
He shifted away and climbed to his feet, leaving her alone and disoriented with her legs dangling off the bed. He grabbed her jeans and pulled them off in one tug. He left her panties and her high-heeled sandals in place. She squirmed toward the middle of the bed, using her elbows and heels to propel herself across the mattress. He seized one ankle just above the strap of her shoe, and she stopped.
"Show me how you like it," he said.
"What?"
"I couldn't tell if you like it gentle or rough, so show me."
"How am I supposed to show you?"
"Touch your breasts."
"Gabe, I'd like anythi-"
The look he gave her threatened to melt her panties right off her body. "Show me, Mel."
She flopped onto her back and grabbed her breasts in both hands. Wasn't the entire purpose of having a partner to get her off so she didn't have to do it herself? She plucked at her nipples until they were sufficiently hard and then dropped her hands.
"Satisfied?"
He chuckled. "Not even. Take off your panties."
"Gabe . . . "
"Take them off."
She huffed and reached for her panties, jerking them off over her butt.
"Not like that." He leaned across the bed and covered her hands with his to slow her motions into a leisurely, deliberate tease. "Look at me while you slip them off," he said. "So I can't decide if I want to stare into your eyes or catch my first glimpse of your swollen pussy. Is it wet?"
"Dripping."
His gaze shifted down her body and he shuddered, his teeth worrying his bottom lip as if he was restraining it from seeking the heated flesh between her thighs.
How decidedly delicious that Gabe was telling her what he liked, telling her in the same way he'd asked her to tell him. She'd never been with a man who gave instructions, and she'd never bluntly told a lover exactly what she wanted from him in bed, but maybe with Gabe it wouldn't be awkward. Maybe for once she wouldn't have to fake her orgasm.
"I understand," she whispered. "I'll follow your instructions."
Their eyes met, and she tried to hold his gaze as she slowly worked her panties down her legs. He glanced down to check her progress and took a stuttering breath before returning his gaze to her eyes.
"That's sexy," he whispered. "I want to look at your body, but denying myself makes me want you more."
She tugged her panties past her knees and wriggled to open her thighs, to bathe her heated flesh in the cool room air.
He inhaled deeply and then grabbed his thick cock in one hand. "Fuck," he said breathlessly, "your scent is driving me insane." He stroked his length slowly from base to tip. "Tell me what you like, baby. I want to please you."
Melanie closed her eyes. It made it easier to talk to him. "I liked it when you were gentle with one breast and rough with the other. It made me hot. Can you do it both ways at the same time?"
She cracked an eyelid open to see if he'd been paying attention. His gorgeous smile made an appearance.
"What else makes you hot?"
You asking what makes me hot makes me hot.
She slowly slipped her panties off one foot and spread her legs wide. Trembling with a mixture of nervousness and excitement, she held herself open with one hand and traced the inner folds of her pussy with two fingers of her other hand. He watched her motion with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, his breathing harsh and raged.
"I like a man to stroke my lips until I'm dripping wet and I feel I'm going to die if he doesn't fuck me soon. Even if I'm begging for him, he just keeps teasing and teasing until I don't think he'll ever give me what I want. Then he slips a finger inside me." She traced her opening with her fingertip. Dipped the tip of her finger inside. Her pussy clenched, trying to draw it deeper within. "He keeps it buried deep while he strokes my clit." She slowly drew her finger to her clit and then rubbed it in circles. Pulsations of pleasure radiated from her core, begging for a more rigorous touch. Faster strokes. She denied herself the relief of a quick orgasm, keeping her motions deliberately slow and gentle. The mesmerized way Gabe watched her motions, while matching her pace as he stroked his length, spiked her lust into the stratosphere. She'd never been more turned on in her life and he'd scarcely touched her.