"Keep your eyes open."
I opened my eyes to find myself staring into his determined ones.
Then, he rose up between my thighs and reached for my pantyhose, grasping the waistband and removing them, pulling them down and off me.
"From now on, you're only wearing garters and nylons when you're with me. No underwear."
When he reached for my panties and pulled at them, I took in a deep breath, my heart racing, knowing this was it. He pulled them off me and I was bare from the waist down. Instinctively, I drew my knees together, but he deliberately spread them again with his hands until my thighs were wide open, exposing myself to him, the air cool on my heated flesh.
"Oh, you’re so nice and wet."
At that, I tried to cover myself up, embarrassed that I was so wet. I wanted to run to the bathroom and wash myself.
"I should take a bath…"
He made a face. "What? No. Kate, you're supposed to be wet. Your scent makes me rock hard. I can't wait to taste you."
Then he stood and pulled me up as well so that we were standing by the couch. I felt dizzy, my head spinning just a bit at the abrupt transition. He turned me around and undid my zipper, pulling the shoulders of my dress down from behind. He pushed my hair out of the way, his mouth on my neck. He bit my shoulder but not hard enough to hurt. My dress slipped off and down my arms so that I was standing in my bra and nothing else. While still behind me, he ran his hands over my hips and around to my belly, then up until he cupped each breast briefly, squeezing them through the lacy black fabric. I leaned back against him, my eyes closing as he touched me so gently, his
erection still pressed against me from behind. His fingers pulled the lacy cups of my bra down so that my breasts jutted out over top of the fabric, my nipples puckering in the cool air. The palms of his hands grazed my nipples and I couldn't help but gasp.
He embraced me from behind, one hand below my breast, the other sliding down my skin over my belly and then lower to my mound, barely touching me, then down to my thighs.
"Spread your legs," he said, his tone authoritative, but his voice still warm.
I complied and his hand moved back to my labia very lightly without touching my inner lips or clit. All the while, he licked my neck, sucked the skin on my shoulder, biting me softly.
Then he pulled me around to face him and removed my bra, unclasping the hook in front so that my breasts spilled out. He threw the bra on the floor, and just stared at me, his gaze moving over my body from my face to my thighs and then back.
I couldn't help but move to cover up, but he stopped me, his hands holding my arms.
"Don't cover yourself," he said, his voice firm. "You look so delicious, I want to lick you. I want to run my tongue over every inch of you."
He did nothing, just stood there staring at my naked body, letting that sink in and the thought of his mouth on me, of him licking me, sent a stab of lust through me.
He'd barely touched me, but I was more aroused than I had ever been before.
"Undress me."
I swallowed and stepped closer, reaching for his shirt. His eyes never left my face as I pulled his shirt out of his pants and then unbuttoned it. I took each hand and unbuttoned the cuffs, then pulled the shirt off him, leaving him bare-chested. His abs were well-developed, a washboard six pack, his pecs large but not overly, a trail of dark hair leading from his navel to beneath his trouser waistband. His erection pressed against the fabric of his trousers, and when I started to unbuckle his belt, my fingers grazed it and he made this sound in the back of his throat. I unzipped him, his pants dropping and he stepped out of them. He wore boxer briefs in black, and I almost gasped when I saw how large he really was.
I hesitated when it came to removing his briefs, but took in a breath and pulled them down so that his erection sprung out, heavy and thick and long, the head smooth and wet with fluid that had leaked out, leaving a spot on his briefs. He stepped out of them and now all that remained were his socks. I rolled each one off his foot, my face next to his cock, unable to avoid looking at it.
He was so beautiful, his skin pale. His cock was beautiful, long and thick and pink, a prominent vein running up the shaft.
"See how ready I am for you?"
I glanced up into his eyes, which were dark, no trace of humor in them now. I quickly stood and waited for his next command.
"Touch me. Feel how hard I am because of you."
I did, grasping him, stroking up his length to the head. He was hard and my body responded to the feel of him in my hand. I imagined how he'd feel inside of me, filling me up, the pressure intense.
He was almost as big as Big.
"Kneel down and lick me. Taste me," he said. I did, kneeling as he instructed, and with one hand, I grasped him and directed the head to my lips, licking the head all around, his fluid salty.
"Suck me."