“I’d kick off my sneakers, because I’m really not a Manolo sort of girl… that’s high heels to you, Hunter.”
He rolled his eyes. “I lived in Paris for six months, Caro. I have heard of Manolo Blahnik.”
“Yes, well, he’s from Spain, so there’s no need to look so superior, Sebastian.”
Secretly, I was thrilled he was playing along and had relaxed enough to be able to tease me.
“Besides,” I went on, “I can’t walk in high-heels unless I’ve got you to hang onto… but I’m not averse to wearing them in the bedroom.”
His breath caught in his throat, and his hands gripped the edge of his chair. I tried not to stare at his briefs, but that was the area I really wanted to affect. I hoped our banter would help him to relax, because I longed to feel his body – next to mine, inside mine.
I kept the smile plastered on my face and tried to sound natural and cheerful – maybe even a little bit sensual, if I could remember how.
“So, after I’ve kicked off my sneakers, I’d peel off my socks, because leaving them on just isn’t sexy, and if you ever do that, Hunter, I’ll be justified in filing for divorce – after we’re married, of course, which you keep putting off.”
He frowned slightly, so I decided to concentrate on the mission in hand, so to speak.
“I’d imagine your fingers teasing me around my waistband,” I said, mimicking my words. “And then I’d think about you unzipping my jeans and standing back while I shimmy out of them.”
His eyes followed my pants, as I slid them down my legs to the floor.
“And I’d pull off my T-shirt because I’d be feeling hot, just thinking about you touching me.”
My T-shirt followed my jeans, making a small pile.
“And then I’d touch my breasts like this, Sebastian,” I said, squeezing my breasts together and throwing my head back, “like you asked me to once before, and I’d imagine you running your hands over me and unhooking my bra, and you’d torment my nipples with your hands and your hot, sweet mouth, your tongue moving around and around me like this.”
I glanced at him, and saw that his eyes were transfixed by my breasts and – yes! There was a significant bulge in his briefs – my plan was working.
I unhooked my bra, dropped it to the floor, and then turned my back on him.
“And I’d have to climb onto the bed, just like this, Sebastian,” I said, provocatively wiggling my ass at him, as I slunk up towards the pillows.
Then I knelt up and turned around to face him. “And I’d think about how you’d toy with the lace on my panties, just like this, and how your fingers would tease me, sliding inside me, finding me all hot and wet and wanting.”
I rubbed myself inside my panties, and closed my eyes as sensation began to pulse through me, making me moan softly.
“And I’d think what it was like to feel your mouth on me, and your tongue inside me, tantalizing and torturing me, bringing on an orgasm with a flick of your tongue.”
“Fuck!” I heard him hiss.
“And I’d lie back on the bed and imagine your long, hard cock, sliding inside me, thrusting fast – really fast – and bringing on another orgasm, just like this.”
I lay back on the bed and shimmied out of my panties, then propped myself up on the pillows, pulled my knees up slightly and opened my legs.
I gazed up at him from beneath my eyelashes as I continued to touch myself. I saw him lick his lips and shift on the chair.
“And I’d wish you were with me, Sebastian, because although I’ve got a damn good imagination, I’d rather have the real thing any day.”
I closed my eyes for a moment, then looked up to meet his.
“I’m so wet for you, Sebastian. Do you want to touch me?”
He swallowed and I saw some of his anxiety return, so I closed my eyes and rubbed myself harder.