Muse in Lingerie (Lingerie 1)

He pressed two fingertips against the top of my spine and slowly dragged them down, following the intricate curve of my spine. I tried not to breathe more heavily at his touch, but it couldn’t be helped. My lungs ached for air because the adrenaline had spiked in my blood. He moved farther down until he reached the top of my ass. He moved his mouth to my ear and breathed into my canal, letting me listen to his arousal.

His lips brushed against the shell of my ear, and he gripped my left cheek. “Jesus…” He squeezed it again before he moved his fingers down the crack between my cheeks. He moved farther and farther until he brushed against a place I’d never been touched.

I breathed in deeply, my nipples hardening at the foreign experience.

He moved even farther down, following the curve of my ass, and then pressed his fingers over my clit.

“Ooh…” Instinctively, I closed my eyes and felt my nerves begin to throb. I could never touch myself the way he touched me, and he did it with such perfection…like he knew exactly how a woman wanted to be touched. He rubbed it in a circular motion while he continued to breathe into my ear. Then his other hand groped one of my tits, his thumb flicking over my left nipple.

He rubbed me harder than dragged his fingers to my entrance. A single finger pushed inside gently, exploring my tightness. The second he felt how wet I was, he moaned into my ear. “Jesus Christ…”

I shouldn’t be wet right now, not when this man was the owner of my soul. I shouldn’t want to come, not when he refused to kiss me. My body shouldn’t react this way, shouldn’t be turned on by just listening to him be turned on by me.

“Fuck…” He released a pant into my mouth then swallowed. “I can’t wait to fuck this pussy.”

I secured my hand on his arm for balance because I felt my knees grow weak. I felt the unbridled passion rush through me, the overwhelming desire to be with this man. It wasn’t romantic, but my body didn’t seem to care.

He leaned down and kissed my shoulder, his tongue moving across my warm skin in a caress. Then he kissed my neck, his hot kisses trailing all the way back to my ear.

I tilted my head so he could have all the access he wanted. I closed my eyes, felt him shift to the other shoulder, and gripped his arm tighter for balance. I shouldn’t think about my situation, not when it didn’t matter. I wanted to be with him—and I should only focus on that.

When I felt this connection, I actually wanted him.

I loved it when he kissed me like that.

Made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

I turned my head toward his, my lips aching to kiss the man who had touched me more than anyone else. I leaned in, feeling his finger move in and out of my tight entrance. My lips landed on the corner of his mouth, and I let them linger.

He didn’t move. He stared at me with his lidded eyes, his gaze focused on my mouth.

My affection had been rejected again. But I refused to accept defeat. If he wanted me, he had to compromise. If he wanted all of me, he had to give me all of him too. So I leaned in again, and this time, I kissed him right on the mouth.

He didn’t pull away. He let the kiss happen, but his lips were immobile. His eyes were closed, and he took a deep breath, his breath coming out shaky. His hand tightened on my tit, and his finger stopped moving inside me.

Since he didn’t pull away, I pushed onward. I pivoted my body toward him and kissed him hard, getting his entire mouth with mine. My hands moved to his shoulders, and my fingertips dug into the fabric of his t-shirt. I was naked, and now I wished he was too. This time, I wasn’t touching him for him—I was doing it for myself.

After a brief resistance, his mouth finally responded. Like everything else about him, his kiss was exceptional. He smothered my upper lip with both of his, using a slight tongue that was so erotic, I felt the bumps rise across my skin. He separated his mouth before he smothered me again, his stubble rubbing against the softness of the skin around my mouth.

His hand left my tit then moved to my cheek. Softly, he pulled the hair away from my face, tucked it behind my ear, and then slid his hand down until he reached my neck. His rough fingertips grazed down the artery in my neck, feeling my wild pulse, and then he gripped the back of my neck with his hand entirely.