Muse in Lingerie (Lingerie 1)

He kissed me harder.

His breaths filled my lungs, and his kiss electrified me. His large hand still cupped my pussy from around my ass, and he started to finger me again, my juice seeping out of the entrance and dripping onto the floor. “So fucking wet…” He spoke against my mouth, his breathing escalating. “Muse…”

My arms circled his neck, and I silenced his words with my kiss.

It was the most I’d ever experienced of this man. It was the most connected I ever felt. Now I had all of him, had his breath in my lungs and his arousal between my legs. I could feel how much he wanted me, and he could feel how much I wanted him in return. I hardly knew this man, and I was also his property. But my body couldn’t distinguish right from wrong, not when he felt this good.

Not when he kissed like this.

His large hand moved to the back of my head, cupping me gently before he gave me his tongue.

My tongue met his, and they danced erotically like they’d met before. He moved his with mine then pulled away before he sucked my bottom lip. Every kiss was purposeful, making each embrace last. It felt intimate, just the way he warned it would.

I felt my restraint slip away, felt my hands grip his body more tightly.

He pulled his finger out of my pussy and gently rubbed my clitoris, his large fingers working my small nub aggressively. He circled harder and harder, his movements almost violent.

Now I could barely kiss him because all I could do was pant. My fingers dug into his biceps, and I moaned in his mouth, his soft, plump lips making me feel wonderful things. I’d been kissed before—but not like this.

And then I came.

I dug my fingers into his muscles as I moaned, riding the high into oblivion. I clawed at him like a cat on a scratching post, trying to climb an invisible wall to the other side. My hips bucked slightly, and I ground against his fingers harder. “Conway…”

His kiss paused against my mouth, and a quiet moan moved directly into my mouth.

The orgasm slowly faded away, making the tips of my toes tingle. This man had made me come several times now, but this time was the best. With his powerful arms around me and his mouth embracing mine…I really felt something.

I felt like this was more than just a man and a woman.

I felt a connection, some affection.

He pulled his fingers away from my clit then ended our kiss so he could look at me.

I knew what would come next. He fulfilled his end of the bargain. Now he wanted me to fulfill mine. If that’s what he wanted, I would give it to him. Now that I’d had him in a more meaningful way, crossing the line didn’t seem so scary. When he stared at me with those gorgeous eyes and that hard jaw, I wanted his mouth all over me again.

Instead of throwing me on the table or pushing me back on the sofa, he dropped his hands from my body and grabbed the white fabric he’d been working on when I first arrived. Before touching his forefinger to the material, he popped it into his mouth and sucked my slickness off.

Shivers moved down my spine.

He grabbed the small white material and then hung it up for me to see. It was a white piece of lingerie, the lace over the breasts see-through. The rest was made of a shiny material, and it was so short it would barely cover anything. Real diamonds were in the straps that went over the shoulders, sparkling from the light of the sun. “Put this on.”

I took it with a shaky hand, unsure what was going on. We’d just had the most passionate moment I’d ever experienced in my life, and now he was focused on work again. Too stunned from that powerful orgasm to do anything else, I pulled it on.

He grabbed his pins and returned to me, an obvious bulge in the crotch of his jeans.

I’d get on my knees if he asked. Actually…he didn’t even need to ask.

He moved around my body and pinned the material in the appropriate places. He made it tight in certain areas and then readjusted the straps. His hand moved down my front, checking the tightness of my belly and the length of the gown.

He hardly looked into my eyes.

“Take it off.” He spoke quietly, not with anger, but defeat.

I pulled it off my body carefully, not touching the pins that kept it in place.

He took it from me and placed it on the mannequin. His back was turned to me, his broad shoulders wide and powerful. He never turned back around. “I don’t want to see you until tomorrow night.”