Muse in Lingerie (Lingerie 1)

I turned to her and circled her waist with my arms. “I left something for you on my bed. Put it on. I’ll be there in a few moments.” My lips brushed against her hairline, and then I angled my neck down to kiss her. It was supposed to be a quick embrace, but the second my mouth was on hers, I kissed her harder than I should. My hand moved into her hair, and I gently sucked on her bottom lip. My tongue emerged next, greeting hers.

Her pulse slowed as our mouths moved together. She breathed into me slower, calm spreading through her body. She got lost in my kiss the way I got lost in hers. I pulled her tighter against my body, her tits pressed against my chest in the thin dress she wore.

I pulled away before I fucked her right against my door. I turned away harshly, giving her my back because I couldn’t even look at her right now. My hands formed fists, and I had to steady my aggression before it couldn’t be controlled any longer. If I weren’t trying to be a gentleman tonight, she’d be on her hands and knees in the hallway right now. I’d be ramming her from behind, my hands gripping her luscious cheeks.

The door clicked when she shut it behind her.

I leaned against the wall and massaged my knuckles to pass the time. By now, she would have seen the white rose petals on the bed, the hundreds of white candles the staff had set up for me. There was a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries on the table, something we probably wouldn’t even get to.

It was the most romantic night she’d ever get.

Knuckles would have fucked her in the ass by now.

I waited five minutes—and not a second longer. I stepped inside my bedroom with a raging hard-on in my jeans. The living room was lit with white candles, and there was a line of petals acting as a path to my bedroom. I followed it, removing my shirt and undoing my jeans as I went.

My shirt dropped on the floor, and I crossed the threshold.

She stood in the white lingerie, the short dress showing the white lace panties underneath. She’d positioned her hair perfectly, arranging it down her chest. The diamond necklace glowed in the light of the candles. The diamonds along the straps did the same thing. Her lingerie was worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, and she was the only woman who would ever wear this one-of-a-kind piece.

My eyes roamed over her body, seeing her hard nipples through the fabric. Her petite shoulders were held back, and her long legs stretched out until her bare feet hit the rug next to my bed. She stared at me, partially nervous and partially confident.

I’d seen her in lingerie before, but she’d never looked as beautiful as she did now. I’d seen her walk the stages with dozens of lights shining on her, but she’d never looked so stunning. The white color complemented her tanned skin perfectly. Her dark hair contrasted against the brightness as well. Her eyes were on me, roaming over my chiseled physique.

I couldn’t wait to take that lingerie off. She looked exquisite in it, but she would look even more beautiful with nothing on at all. That bronzed skin would look beautiful by candlelight.

I crossed the space between us, my feet feeling heavy against the floor. My heart was unnaturally slow because the climax of this moment was surprisingly calm. It felt like a dream, a fantasy I’d wanted to experience for so long. Ever since I’d laid eyes on her in that auditorium, she’d suffocated my thoughts. The more I looked at her, the more she called me an asshole, the more my obsession began to grow.

Just as my dick had.

My hand moved into her hair first, pinning it back so I had full access to her lips. The second my mouth was on hers, I was a goner. Even if she told me to stop, I wouldn’t. At this point, it was all carnal instinct. I wasn’t a person anymore, just a man who needed this woman.

My other hand gripped her ass and played with the lace of her panties. My tongue danced with hers and encountered the same enthusiasm I felt. Our mouths clung to each other, broke apart, and then came together again in a heated embrace. I could feel her pulse in her neck with my thumb, feel the energy rushing through her veins. The smell of her perfume tingled my nostrils. I gripped her ass cheek and then hooked my finger into her panties. I slowly tugged them down to her thighs.

Her hands undid my jeans, getting them loose around my narrow hips.

I loved it when she undressed me.