With my fingers pinching the delicate material of her blouse, I pull it apart so I can see more of her body. Her breasts are fucking fantastic in the bright light of day, her stomach flat and her skin luminescent. My gaze drags down and I see the matching nude silk and lace panties, also so translucent there’s nothing left to the imagination. My mouth actually waters at what I’m looking at and my dick gets even harder.
My hands go back to Emma’s hips. I easily lift her up about a foot and place her ass right on the edge of the glass table. She gasps and her hands drop to the ledge for balance. I push back into the dining chair and slouch down into a relaxed posture as I stare at her.
She looks like a deer in the headlights, and I half expect her to jet off the table and flee out of my room. I can’t give her too much time to get inside her head, so I command her, “Spread your legs for me.”
Her eyes flare with pure fear for a moment and she grips the edge of the table so hard, her knuckles turn white.
“Emma,” I tell her softly, holding my eyes on hers. “Open up those pretty legs. Let me see what you’ve got.”
“Oh, God,” she mutters and to my surprise and definitely to my delight, those legs spread into a “V”.
And Christ… she’s fucking stunning. My eyes drag slowly down her. White blouse gaped open so I can see just a peek of her tits and stomach, covering the tops of her thighs, but as her legs spread, I get an unimpeded view of her silk-covered pussy.
Staring at her hard right at the money spot, I tell her, “Going to have my mouth there really soon.”
Emma whimpers in response, and I don’t dare look up at her as I know the intensity of my look will probably freak her the fuck out. Instead, I tell her, “Now lie back on the table. All the way back.”
She hesitates only a moment before she does as I ask, and my cock starts to ache against the confines of my jeans. Emma stares at the ceiling, her hands coming to rest on her stomach, legs still spread wide for me. There are a million different things I could do to her right now, but only one thing I really want in this moment.
“Touch yourself, Emma,” I say from my seated position on the chair.
“What?” she whispers, her head coming off the table to look down her body at me.
“Slip those little fingers down the front of your panties and touch yourself,” I tell her calmly, although I’m feeling anything but calm.
“I… I… I can’t,” she exclaims, her eyes now wild with doubt.
I surge up out of my chair, take one step to the edge of the table, and press my thighs against the edge of the glass, right where her pussy is just a few inches away. I put one palm on the table and lean over her… looming as I take one of her hands. I pull it down her stomach. She gasps when I bring it right over her crotch. I press down… press her own fingers over that silk covering her pussy, and I make her grind against herself.
Emma cries out, her face completely flushed from the sensation of the pressure to her clit.
I release her hand and instruct her again, “Slip your fingers into your panties. Touch yourself. Show me.”
I’m not sure if it’s because she’s now turned on and in the moment, or if she just wants to get this over and done with, but Emma complies. I about swallow my tongue as her fingers disappear under the silk, which is so transparent I can see when the pad of her index finger finds her clit as she starts to rub at it.
“You see, Emma,” I say roughly as I watch her a moment, and then raise my eyes up to hers. She’s staring at me with glazed eyes. “You are so goddamn sexy and you have no clue. No fucking idea that you are every man’s wet dream.”
“I’m not,” she says with a shake of her head.
I smile at her as I pull her hand out from between her legs. Lodging my fingers into the waistband of her panties, I pull them down her legs as I tell her, “Well… you’re my wet dream and that’s all that matters right now.”
She watches me with dark eyes as I pull her underwear free and toss them over my shoulder. I reach behind me, pull the chair up, and take a seat close to the table so my face hovers over her pussy.
With my hands, I push her legs further apart, my eyes latched onto my prize.
“Evan,” Emma whispers. I look up her body to find her head raised again and staring at me with wild eyes. “You haven’t even kissed me yet.”
I grin at her. A full, wicked grin. “I know, baby. Getting ready to rectify that right now.”
“No, I mean—”
“I know what you mean,” I tell her, dropping my eyes back down to her beautiful cunt just begging for my mouth. With my fingers, I peel her apart, revealing her swollen clit.
As I drop my face down, my lips mere centimeters from tasting her, she cries out, “I’ve never done this before.”
My eyes fly back up to her, and she looks at me pleadingly.
“Never?” I whisper, slightly astounded but unbelievably fucking turned on that I’m her first.
She shakes her head.
I stick my tongue out, prodding her clit gently, and her hips buck against the sweet but brief sensation. I look back up to her. “Never had a man do that?”