Nicole reached down and removed her black boots. Now she was standing in the study in her bare feet. The cool hardwood floor of the study felt nice against the soles of her feet. She was sweating a little, suddenly hotter than she’d been a moment ago.
“Now I want you to remove your sweater,” he told her.
Nicole gratefully pulled her sweater over her head and then let it drop to the floor. She was wearing only her black bra, panties and jeans now. The air in the room felt nice against her bare skin. And she liked very much the way Red was staring at her body.
She could feel her hardened nipples poking through the sheer fabric of her lacy black bra. Thinking about that made her juices begin to flow, and suddenly she was hit with a wave of heat in her lower parts.
Red licked his lips. “Take your breasts out and play with your nipples. And I want you to look at me while you do it, Nicole.”
Her heart was beating faster and faster as she stood in front of her man and looked at him as he watched her. Nicole felt very vulnerable, but at the same time she loved how intimate this was. She loved seeing how much he wanted her, how turned on he got by her naked body. She undid her bra and let it fall to the floor at her feet.
She wasn’t really an exhibitionist at heart, so touching her breasts in front of Red was slightly embarrassing—and yet she couldn’t help but be turned on by it too. The discomfort was part of the excitement, knowing that he was pushing her out of her comfort zone, but also knowing she could trust him completely at the same time.
“Play with your nipples,” he instructed. His voice was low and seductive as he spoke.
Nicole began touching her own nipples, which were stiff and excited. She moaned a little as she got them even harder. Now her legs were starting to quiver and shake with need.
Red took another drink from his glass and then it was empty. He wiped his hand against his full lips.
Nicole thought how much she wanted those lips on her breasts right now, sucking and licking. Thinking about that made her moan again as she continued to toy with her sensitive nipples.
Red’s dark eyes were steady on her, never wavering. “Take your pants off.”
Nicole took a deep breath. This was what she wanted. She wanted to be totally bare and completely vulnerable and open before him—hiding nothing. This was what she’d been missing lately, since both of them had gotten so busy with their separate tasks and responsibilities.
She pulled her pants down and then stepped out of them. They lay in a crumpled heap on the floor beside her shoes and bra, like a skin she’d shed.
Nicole was completely nude, in his study, but for her little black thong panties. And she was so wet for him that the front of the panties were clinging to her pussy.
Red was staring directly at her panties, too. His nostrils flared. “Play with your pussy,” he said. “I want you to rub your clit.”
Nicole bit her lower lip as she slid her hand slowly down, past her belly, down further to her panties, which she slid aside easily to touch her bare entrance. There was stubble from her last shave, and the skin was cool and dry until she reached the heat from her need. Then it became hot like a furnace, only it was also wet, dripping wet, and as she moved her fingertips slowly over her mound, she thought she’d never been this moist for him.
“Rub that clit,” he said again. “Rub it fast but do not come.”
Nicole started to rub her clit in front of him, closing her eyes briefly from the intensity of it.
“Open your eyes, Nicole. Look at me.” His voice boomed out at her.
She opened her eyes immediately and stared at him, her chin quivering, her legs shaking as she rubbed herself furiously. “Oh, God. Oh, God,” she whispered.
She was picturing his face between her legs, his lips on her as she rubbed, and it was making her need to come. The force of it was building with uncontrollable fury.
“You’re not going to come until I tell you to,” he reminded her. “Understood?”
She nodded, having trouble focusing on his eyes with the amount of energy thrumming through her naked body. Her feet clenched to the floor as she encountered a wave of ecstasy rolling through her.
Red stood up slowly, walked the few steps towards her. As he came closer she could smell his cologne and feel his heat. He was another raging fire meeting up with her own.
His dark hair was falling across his forehead in that way that she found irresistible, and his strong, fit body was like a magnet to hers.
But it was his eyes more than anything—those eyes, like two deep, dark pools that beckoned her to fall in and drown in their sweet depths. She’d already fallen in some time ago, and now she wanted to do it again and again.