Beauty in Lingerie (Lingerie 2)

I could coerce him into monogamy, but that might make him lie about it. I preferred honesty.

“Are you finished?” he asked.

“Yes. It was delicious.”

We left the table and returned to the house. After two flights of stairs, we were in the hallway where our bedrooms were located.

He was making an effort to treat me the way I wanted to be treated. I knew I should give him what he wanted in return. After spending an evening across from him looking so sexy in that t-shirt, the idea didn’t sound bad.

It sounded nice, actually.

I couldn’t believe I’d waited so long to get laid—it was pretty damn incredible.

He stopped in front of my doorway, his eyes focused on my lips.

I knew what would happen next. I pressed my hands against his chest and moved into him, my lips aiming for his. He wanted to skip the kissing, but it was my favorite part. I loved feeling his mouth against mine. It was when I felt most connected to him.

I kissed him.

He kissed me back.

I kept the kiss soft and short. My fingers felt the hardness of his body, and I breathed into his mouth, thinking about the way his large cock felt inside me. It used to hurt, but now I loved how full he made me feel.

I pulled my mouth away and dropped my hands. “Get in bed. I’ll be there in a second.”

His eyes immediately darkened when he realized he was getting what he wanted.

“I just want to fix myself up a bit…”

“Top drawer.”

“Sorry?”

“There’s lingerie in your top drawer.” He turned his back to me and walked into his bedroom. The door clicked audibly behind him, but he didn’t turn around to look at me again.

Now my heart was beating so fast. My palms were searing hot but frozen at the same time. I walked into my bedroom and opened the top drawer to discover the dozens of selections. Different fabrics and different colors, every piece was sexy in a unique way. The first one I grabbed had so many strings I wasn’t sure how it worked, so I grabbed the one underneath it. A silver lace bodysuit with a fastened crotch, it was the next choice in the pile. I assumed they were sorted by preference, so I pulled it on.

I’d done this before so I shouldn’t feel nervous, but it felt like the first time all over again. The last time I was in his bedroom, he peeled the white lingerie off my body and took away my innocence. I slept beside him all night, his strong arms wrapped around me. It was a nice memory…despite the circumstances.

I walked into his suite in the silver heels I found in my closet and made my way toward his bedroom. My pace was sluggish because I was nervous. We were operating our relationship differently, and something about that made me uneasy. I didn’t know what to expect. The fact that I wanted him while sitting across from him at dinner all night made me wonder if I’d lost my mind. I had the power to refuse him as much as I wanted, but I didn’t want to refuse him at all.

I wanted to get into that bed with him.

Like I was on the runway, I straightened my body and held my head high. My shoulders were back, my collarbone was prominent, and my tummy was tucked toward my spine. My heels echoed lightly against the hardwood floor, so he could hear my approach as easily as I could.

I wanted to be his fantasy, to give him the kind of experience he craved most. It was difficult for me to do that since I had so little practice. Whenever he came into my bedroom for sex, it was usually face-to-face and his cock was deep inside me.

The door was open so I crossed into his bedroom.

His fireplace was lit, casting a golden light across the bed. He sat upright against the wooden headboard, his massive shoulders stretching from one side to the next. His tanned skin glowed in the light, and the shadows separating his muscles were dark and exaggerated. He turned his head slightly to look at me, his hands resting on the covers that were pulled up to his waist. All of his clothes were scattered across the floor, so I knew he was naked under there.

I couldn’t wait to see for myself.

I walked to the edge of the bed then slipped off my left heel.

“Keep the heels on.”

I flinched before I pulled it back on. I straightened again before I looked at him, unsure what to do. Did I climb on top of him? Did I strip for him? Did I crawl up his body and start sucking his cock?

I wasn’t sure.

But I knew I had to stop overthinking it. Instead of concentrating on what I thought he wanted, I just went with my instincts. Men liked sex, regardless of what position it was. And they wanted a woman to want them. All I had to do was that, and it should be good enough.