Lips swollen and parted, eyes dazed and confused.
I backed away, slipping my arms out of my jacket before throwing it onto the floor. I licked my lips as I circled her, taking her in from every angle, deciding what my next move would be.
“Take your clothes off,” I commanded, crossing my arms against my chest as I leaned against the windows and stared back at her. “Slowly,” I added.
Her eyes remained locked with mine as her hands trembled pulling her tank from the waistband of her pants.
“Are you nervous?” I questioned as she brought the shirt over her head, holding it awkwardly in her hand.
“It’s different this time isn’t it?” She asked, her voice shaking with each word.
“It is,” I confirmed.
“You’re going to see all of me,” she whispered. “Remember every inch of me. There is nothing…no flaw I can hide,” she rambled, finally throwing the shirt nervously onto the bare floor before she lifted her eyes back to mine. “I’ve never undressed in front of a man before.”
I pushed off the glass of the window, standing straight as I cocked my head to the side and let my eyes travel the length of her.
“You don’t have to be nervous. It’s just you and me here, Lace,” I assured her, extending one arm to unbutton her pants. “Leather and Lace,” I added.
“Just my Blackie,” she whispered.
“Just your Blackie,” I confirmed, as her fingers gripped the waist band of her pants. She toed off her shoes before dragging the pants down her legs. I kneeled down, lifting one of her legs then the other and helped her remove her pants.
Still kneeling, I gripped her hips and brought her close, bringing my mouth to her stomach, allowing my lips to worship every inch of skin exposed from the wire under her bra to the lace that covered the part I ached for most. Her fingers curled into my shoulders for a moment before she lifted my chin with her index finger, forcing my gaze higher as her hands snaked around her back and her fingers unclasped her bra.
She brought one strap down her shoulder, then the other, crossing her arms briefly as she gathered the courage to bare herself to me.
“Just your Blackie,” I reminded her.
“My Leather,” she whispered, uncrossing her arms and letting the straps fall down, exposing the perfect tits I didn’t pay much attention to the last time.
“My Lace,” I growled, taking in her perfectly pink erect nipples begging me to take them between my teeth.
I rose to my feet, taking two steps to close the distance between us and bent my knees so my lips could trail down the nape of her neck. I licked her collarbone, sucked the sweet flesh of her shoulder into my mouth as my fingers danced down her arms. I laced my fingers with hers and brought her hands behind her back before pressing my palm against the small of her back and forcing her to shove her tits against me.
“Keep your hands behind you,” I instructed as my lips made their way to the swell of one of her breasts. I heard the sharp intake of breath she took, my mouth stilled but remained on her breast as I glanced up at her. “Behind you,” I repeated.
Once I was sure she wouldn’t move I brought my hands back around and cupped her perky tits. I flicked my thumb over one nipple as my mouth closed over the other, sucking slightly before my teeth grazed the tip. I pinched the other one, rolling the bud between my fingers. I changed tactics allowing my mouth to suck on one as my fingers twisted the other.
Pleasure and pain.
You’re going to learn how the two become one, girl.
The sounds that she made drove me wild and had all the blood rushing to my dick. A slow burn began to sizzle between us, her arousal igniting my own, forcing me to pull away from her and take a moment to nuzzle the valley between her breasts.
I had to remind myself that this was a rewrite, a chance to teach her sex was more than just eight inches of penetration. It’s your mind surrendering and your body following suit.
Lose your mind, girl.
Lose yourself.
Let go.
She bent her knees, taking my face in her hands and tilted my head back before her lips descended upon mine. She kissed me, slowly, taking her time, discovering what she liked and what she wanted more of. Her teeth nipped my lips and then she paused, opening her eyes, looking at me for approval.
“Don’t be afraid,” I rasped. “Do what you want with me, use my body to learn what works for you, take what you need, Lace,” I assured, wrapping my arms around her waist and dropping my hands to her ass. I grabbed her ass and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around me, locking them at the ankles as I walked her towards the kitchen and positioned her on top of the counter. I hooked my thumbs in the flimsy lace of her panties and dragged them down her legs. I closed my fist around the lace, tucking them into the back pocket of my jeans.
“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off,” she asked, breathlessly as her legs dangled off the side of the counter.