Isaac let his hands roam over his own body and I couldn’t help but wonder if he was imagining that they were my hands. As badly as I wanted to get up and go to him, I was completely entranced by this new version of Isaac. Somewhere along the way, he’d gotten lost in the act of undressing. He was still very much with me, but the doubt and insecurity were gone. He wasn’t being overly confident like it was all some big act. It was more like he was exploring his body in a new way… like he’d been freed to do so.
I was mesmerized as Isaac took his time removing his socks. Then his fingers were at his zipper. He tensed up just a little and I wasn’t surprised, considering what he was about to reveal to me. His moves slowed as he got his zipper down and then put his hands at the waistband. But when he stilled and dropped his eyes, I knew I was on the verge of losing him.
“Isaac,” I whispered.
I wasn’t sure if it was my tone or what, but he lifted his eyes and I saw how pained they were. And I knew this was more than just him showing me something so many would consider taboo.
It was him showing me him.
“Show me, baby,” I said so softly I wasn’t even sure he heard me.
When he kept his eyes on me as he lowered his pants, I did the same. I actually didn’t even move my eyes until he silently gave me permission by trailing his fingers slowly from his chin, along the column of his throat and down his body. My eyes connected with the underwear only when his own fingers did.
And the sight took my breath away.
He was gorgeous.
There was just no other way to describe him.
Yes, I could see the outline of his semi-erect cock through the lacy fabric, but that wasn’t where my eyes stayed. No, they moved when his fingers did.
Over the spot where the narrow strip of material rode high on his hip near his waist, then lower over the slightly scalloped edge of the fabric along his groin and across the bulge of his dick that was pressing against the material. Isaac didn’t move as I drank in the sight of him, but he seemed satisfied when I lifted what had to be wide eyes to his. My throat was too dry to make it possible for me to speak. I’d seen plenty of women in sexy lingerie, but none of them held a candle to Isaac and I didn’t care why that was.
But it wasn’t just the beauty of the fabric against his skin, it was what it did for him. The longer he stood before me, that confidence he’d been feeling before he’d lowered his pants returned, and that was when I knew that the underwear had been the root of that confidence.
My theory was confirmed after Isaac removed his pants completely and then stepped closer to me until he was almost within touching distance.
Almost but not quite.
Isaac began running his hands all over his lower body and the fabric, like they were all one and the same. My dick was practically being strangled by my jeans, but I couldn’t have moved even if I’d wanted to.
I was completely under his spell.
And then he turned around.
I whimpered.
Actually whimpered.
The line of his back on its own was a sight to behold, but to see how the dip of his waist flared just the tiniest bit into the curve of his hip stole my breath. And the underwear… Jesus Christ, the fabric rode high up his crease so that most of both beautiful cheeks were exposed. His skin was soft and smooth and tight.
“Fuck, Isaac,” I breathed. I lifted my eyes to see him looking over his shoulder at me. His eyes were bright with some emotion I couldn’t put my finger on.
Not satisfaction.
Not relief.
Not even pleasure.
Rightness.
The word somehow wasn’t enough, but it fit the moment. I could see that whatever was happening between us, it felt right to him. That him sharing this part of himself with me was right.
For him.
For me too, but he wasn’t doing this just to please me. He was doing it for himself as well.
I had my proof that I was right when he slowly turned around, closed what little distance remained between us, slid down onto my lap so he was straddling me and then whispered, “Thank you.”
There was a host of emotion in those two little words and I felt every single one of them.
And it shook me to my core.
Isaac’s arms went around my neck and then my arms were around his waist. He kissed me gently at first, then more deeply. I tried to restrict myself to just kissing him, but my hands refused to listen and began roaming all over his body and eventually ended up on his ass. I leaned back in the chair so I could watch what I was doing.