The Feline Gaze

That’s what I’m going to do for Cassidy tonight.

I’m going to make her totally mine and it all starts with a question.

What does Cassidy want?

I want, patiently, my hands on her hips. I let her think about the question for a few seconds, and finally, she answers me.

“I want you to take my dress off.”

“Good girl,” I murmur, and I grab one of the straps with my teeth. I yank, tugging the strap to the side of her shoulder. Then I repeat this movement with the opposite shoulder. The strap falls to the side and a gentle tug on the dress brings it down. The fabric falls to the floor, unwanted, unneeded, and she stands before me in her strapless bra. Her panties are still in my pocket. She looks fantastic.

“Perfect,” I say.

“Don’t you mean purrfect?” She asks, giggling.

I smile and kiss her.

“Yes, of course,” I tease. “You just beat me to my own joke.”

I love that she’s playful even when she’s dripping wet with arousal and need. Soon she’s not going to be making jokes, though. Soon she’s going to be grinding down on my cock, gripping me with her tight body, and running those nails down my chest. I want the beautiful tigress. I want all of her: claws and everything.

“But you’re still wearing too many clothes,” I say. “Take your bra off.”

I take a step back and watch, anxious to see what she’ll do. Will she be utilitarian? Will she reach back and unclasp the bra? Will she toss it to the floor? Or will she tease me? Will she make this seductive?

She considers for only a moment, and then she turns around. Now I have a lovely view of her pretty little bottom, and I bite back a groan of my own as she wiggles it at me. She reaches behind her back and unclasps the bra. Then she slowly, slowly, slowly, pulls it away from her body and drops it to the floor.

She runs her hands up her sides and over to her front. Then she turns around with her hands over her breasts. Cassidy looks at me and smiles, and then she drops her hands. Her breasts bounce perfectly, and I realize that maybe I’m the one who’s in over my head here. She really is fantastic, and I can’t wait to be inside of her.

Chapter 11

Cassidy

The look on his face says he knows exactly what I’m doing, and he doesn’t care.

He doesn’t seem to mind that I’m teasing him, playing with him. He doesn’t mind that I’m

toying with him right now. In fact, if I had to venture a guess, I’d say that Matthew actually likes this.

Likes me.

Likes what I’m doing.

He likes the way I’m touching myself, playing with my own curves. He likes watching, and actually, I kind of like showing off for him. I’ve never really been particularly into exhibitionism, but with him, I can’t seem to stop myself. He got me wound up in the car and now he’s going to have to deal with the beast he’s unleashed.

Because that’s what he’s done.

He’s unleashed something wild in me.

Something feral.

I don’t know if I can ever go back to the way things were before this moment. More importantly, I don’t know if I want them to. I kind of like the way he’s looking at me right now. I love how he’s devouring me with his eyes. He’s hungry, and his inner-lion is nipping at his self-control. I can see the fight going on inside of Matthew. He wants to release everything. He wants to break free. He wants to dominate me in this moment.

He wants to conquer me.

And I’ll let him.

I am totally, completely, and wholly willing to let him do whatever he wants to me tonight, and more than that, I want to play, too.