wear something sexy?
I’m actually about to apologize for my ugly bra, when
Adley’s hands deftly reach around my shoulders and unhook
the clasp at my back. The bra falls away and then her palm
cups my breast. Her fingertips swirl over my aching nipples.
Now I’m arching into her. Gasping. Breathing heavy. She
kisses her way over my shoulder, down my chest, down to my
breast.
“You’re so beautiful,” Adley whispers. “You have the
most perfect breasts. The most perfect nipples. I’ve thought all
day about tasting them. Like this.” She swirls her tongue over
my nipple playfully. She uses her teeth deftly, scraping them
over the pert bud and licking away the sting.
“Oh my god…” I clasp her shoulders. Dig my fingers
into her hair. Search for something to hold onto so that I don’t
end up in a melted heap at her feet.
“I’ve been thinking about tasting all of you,” Adley
purrs. She grips my waist and lowers me slowly onto the bed.
I don’t go gracefully. Of course. I wish I was more
damn coordinated. I wish I could fall like a dancer, gracefully,
into some position that is sexy and dignified.
I nearly laugh when I realize that Adley doesn’t care
about any of that. She’s looking at me like I am indeed the
most beautiful, graceful, amazing, gorgeous woman in the
entire world.
Adley works my pants undone. She kisses my stomach.
She yanks at the stupid pants. I help her, working them off,
kicking them free. I push myself up on the bed just a little bit
higher. Adley’s hands caress my legs. How can it be so sexy
just to have someone touch your legs? I never realized how