“You are the prettiest little thing,” he said, running his fingers through my hair. He let it fall over my shoulders, then cupped my face to draw me close to him.
He kissed me softly, his lips barely brushing my open mouth, and I could taste his breath warm and moist on my tongue. I licked his lips exactly the way he liked, running my tongue over his bottom lip slowly, teasingly, until he grunted and pressed his mouth firmly to mine. It was too easy for him, and I didn’t resist when he gently pulled down my tube top, exposing my strapless bra. He broke our kiss, pushing me back a little ways to look at my chest.
“Your bra is pretty,” he said.
“Thank you,” I replied. I wore this particular bra tonight because it was so pretty: lacy and black with pearls between the cups.
“I wanna take it off you,” Mark said.
I shivered. He liked to tell me what he was going to do to me. In a mathematical sort of way. Blunt, precise. No room for misunderstanding. It never ceased to catch me off guard and make me blush.
I tried for humor. “Shouldn’t you touch my breasts over my bra first? Isn’t that the way it’s done? Ease into it?”
“Would that make it easier for you?” he asked.
And now I blushed harder.
“Tell me what you want, Cadence,” Mark said. He traced my collarbone with his forefinger.
“Please don’t make me,” I whispered, hanging my head. I didn’t like voicing aloud my sexual wants. It felt like something a more experienced lover would do, and I was certainly not that.
“Does it embarrass you?”
“A little. I mean, I don’t even know what I want anyway.”
“Well, do you want me to touch you?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
I hesitated for a split second. “Here,” I said, cupping my breasts.
“Then you know what you want,” Mark replied.
He placed my hands in my lap then ran his finger over the top of my bra, starting on the left side and following the heart-shaped curve slowly and thoughtfully.
“Women have the most beautiful clothing,” he said, fingering the tiny pearls between my breasts.
He was in a trance, staring at my bra, thinking. About what? His next move? Surely he knew because he was an experienced lover. An out-of-my-league lover.
He reached behind me and unhooked my bra. Instinctively my hands flew to my breasts, pressing the garment against my skin before it fell away. Mark smiled.
“We don’t have to do anymore if you don’t want,” he said. There was no trace of disappointment in his words, but I wasn’t a fool. He was so close to seeing my bare breasts, and there was no way he wouldn’t feel a little frustrated if I said no. He would be respectful of me while he nursed his silent frustration.
I felt a little heady at the power I wielded in that moment. Yes, he could very well rip the bra right from me and do whatever he wanted. I was no match for his physical size, but he wasn’t a barbarian, and he respected me. Oh, the little flirt in me wanted to tease him mercilessly, make him ache for me, but the young woman in me respected him.
I dropped my hands, and the bra fell away revealing my small, firm breasts. I was little—a full B cup on a good, swollen day—and wondered if he would like them. I immediately felt self-conscious as I watched him stare at my nakedness. He was thinking. Again. Like he was sizing me up. My hands went back to my breasts, covering them.
“No,” he said, and pushed my hands away.
I expected he’d replace my hands with his own, but he didn’t. Instead, he wrapped his fingers around my ribs and lifted me up and towards his face. I put my own hands on his shoulders for balance. He kissed the top of my breast and then the underside, careful to avoid grazing my nipple. He licked under my breast, then sucked gently on the soft skin, eliciting soft cries.
He worked his magic on the other breast, always careful to steer clear of my nipple. His lips accompanied by the scruff of his facial hair were too much.
“Why are you teasing me?” I cried, gripping his hair. I had no idea when my hands moved from his shoulders to his head.
He chuckled. “I’m not, Cadence. Or at least I don’t mean to.”
I huffed and pulled his hair, jerking his face to look up at me. “Yes. You. Are.”
He nodded, and I released him, sitting down on his lap. He leaned forward, encouraging a small arch in my spine as I leaned back, pushing my chest out, inviting him to taste again.
“I like that, Cadence,” he said. “Very sensual.”
An “Oh!” escaped my lips at the first touch of his lips on my nipple. He drew it in his mouth and gently sucked, swirling his tongue until I was mewling and writhing on him. I couldn’t ignore the wetness between my legs, soaked through my panties, and ground my hips on him harder, searching for my orgasm. He moved to my other breast, fastening onto my nipple, and sucked until I felt an explosion building hard and fast in my thighs.
My rhythm turned to steady, circular movements of my hips, grinding slow on his now prominent erection. I hadn’t taken any notice of it. I was too swept up in my own pleasure. But now I noticed, and I wanted to tease him while I got off.
I felt Mark’s hands splayed on my back, holding me while he licked and kissed my breasts. He knew what he was doing. It was almost frightening how easily my body responded to his touch.
“I’m gonna come,” I breathed.
“I know,” he said, his lips on my nipple. He gently bit me, and I exploded. Little sunbursts of pleasure accompanied by soft whimpers. I undulated my hips until the last of the sunbursts fizzled out, leaving me warm and sleepy.
Mark pulled me up, letting me rest my head on his shoulder.
“How did you do that?” I asked, lips grazing his skin.
“Do what?”
“Make my body do that without you even touching me.”
“Oh.” He was silent for a moment. “I guess I’m just that good.”
I laughed. “You’re arrogant.”
“You wanna know the truth?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve never done that to a girl before.”
“Oh.”
“I like that I could do that to you. It made me feel powerful. Is that wrong?”