Unexpectedly Yours (Private Relations 3)

“Better?”

Elle gave him a relaxe

d smile. “Much better. Those shoes are like torture devices.”

“C’mere then,” Jim said pulling her toward the couch and gesturing for her to sit. He sat on the ottoman and picked up her foot. Digging his thumb into her arch, he asked, “Here?”

“Oh. That’s perfect,” Elle said, sighing.

Jim continued to massage her foot, then switched to the other. After a few minutes, his hands worked their way up her calf, kneading the tight muscles. Looking up, he saw that she was utterly relaxed now.

Unable to resist, he slowly moved his hand up her thigh until his hand ran into the lacy edge of a stocking. Tracing the edge of it, he felt the edge of her garters and froze.

“Elle,” he said. “You never would have made it out the door if I’d known what you had under that dress, baby.”

Giving him a knowing grin and gesturing to her dress, she said, “I spent all evening picturing the look on your face when you realized what was under this.”

Considering her now, he stood up, then pulled her to her feet and said, “That dress needs to come off immediately. You can’t say things like that to a man, Elle.”

Delicately shrugging one shoulder, Elle turned her back to him and said, “Fair enough.”

Jim reached forward and slid the zipper in the back of her dress down slowly. Leaning over, he brushed his lips against each new inch of flesh he bared.

“Could you possibly,” he asked as his lips continued their journey, “put the shoes back on so I can see the whole picture?”

“Only because you rubbed the life back into my feet first,” Elle said, grinning. Moving toward the front door, she slid back into her shoes then moved back to stand in front of him.

Jim reached out and slowly pulled the dress from her shoulders like he was unwrapping a gift. The pastel pink dress slid down her body revealing a lacy, champagne-colored bra. He traced the edge of lace, running his finger along her skin and watched her breathing quicken.

As he continued to move the dress down her body, it revealed the top of the lacy edge of her garters, and matching panties in the same champagne color. Jim let his eyes roam her body now as the dress slid down her legs of its own volition. When Elle stepped out of the dress and kicked it to the side, Jim continued to drink in the sight of her.

Shaking his head, he said, “Fuck, Elle. This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Elle stared at him now with a heavy-lidded gaze. Grabbing the end of his tie, she tugged his mouth down to hers. The moment her lips touched his, Jim felt a sharp wave of arousal explode inside him. Roughly pulling her against him, he nipped at her bottom lip until she allowed him entrance, then plunged his tongue into her mouth.

Sliding both hands up to cup her face, he held it in place as he devoured her mouth. Feeling her roll her hips against him, he groaned into her mouth as he continued to stroke his tongue over hers. Her hands crept in between them, slowly working at his tie.

He released her face long enough to help her strip him out of his tie and shirt. Moving his hands back to her face, he slid one hand into her hair. Breaking away from her mouth, he gave her hair a sharp tug, exposing the column of her neck. Hearing her surprised cry, followed by a long moan, he felt his cock throb.

Licking and nibbling his way down her neck, he sank his teeth in to the curve where Elle’s neck met her shoulder. When she cried out again in pleasure, he sucked a patch of her skin into mouth, feeling this irrational need to mark her.

She pressed her hips against him again and whimpered. “I need you to fuck me.”

Releasing her hair, he slid his hand into the front of her panties. He had to bite back a groan at how wet she was. Lifting his mouth from her neck, he said, “I don’t know, baby. I don’t think you’re ready yet.”

Moving his mouth back to her shoulder, he swirled his tongue against her flesh with the same timing and rhythm that he rubbed his finger against her swollen clit. Pressing a second finger against her now, he increased the pressure of his hand and mouth.

Elle gasped and said, “I don’t want to come without you inside me.”

Sliding his hand further into the front of her panties, he thrust two fingers into her tight channel and curled them slightly. Fucking her with them, he raised his mouth and asked, “Is that what you needed?”

“No,” Elle said as she worked her hips feverishly against his hand, “I need your cock inside me. Please!”

With no way to slide her panties off and leave those sexy fucking stockings on, he slid his fingers out of her. Moving his hands to her hips, he snapped the strings on either side. Moving the filmy lace out of the way, he said, “I’ll buy you a new pair in every color, but those had to go.”

Elle moaned and said, “Fuck. I don’t care about the panties. I need you in me.”

Jim fumbled inelegantly with his buckle for a moment before managing to undo it. Removing his slacks and boxer briefs at the same time, he reached down for his wallet. Opening it, he grabbed the condom and tore it open. After rolling it on his length, he said, “Bend over. I need to fuck you from behind.”