“I let you catch me,” she murmurs, tilting her head to the side to give me better access.

“Where’s the fun in that?” I ask, skimming my teeth along her neck, making her shudder. I slide my hands down, along her waist, her hips, gripping her there so I can pull her tight against my growing erection.

“Oh, I can guarantee you loads of fun.” She reaches behind her, her hand wrapping around my cock that’s straining against my jeans, and I grunt into her neck, thrusting against her ass.

“Are you saying you want to play?” I tug on the fabric of her skirt, easing it up slowly, resting my chin on her shoulder so I can watch her dress rise higher and higher on her slender thighs. “Because I’m always up for that.”

“You certainly are.” She laughs, then moans when I nip and suck on her neck. Her skirt is bunched around her waist, revealing the skimpy panties she’s got on, and now it’s my turn to moan. “What in the fuck are you wearing?”

Rose tilts her head back so her gaze meets mine. “You like them?”

“I think I need to look at them closer.” I release my hold on her and turn her around, falling to my knees so I can examine the scrap of material she’s calling panties. They’re white. Sheer, so I can see her scant pubic hair, her plump pussy lips. Lace trims the outer edges and tiny white silk bows dot either side of her hips. “They’re indecent.”

“I knew you’d approve,” she teases.

I glance up at her, smoothing my hands up along the sides of her thighs. “I love them.” I grip her hips, turning her around, and I close my eyes for only a second, leaning my head against one exposed butt cheek for a brief moment before I drop a kiss on it. “Why did you even bother wearing panties? There’s nothing to them.” The back consists of a silk string around her waist and between her cheeks, another innocent bow dotting the top center of her ass.

“I wore them for you.” She glances over her shoulder, smiling down at me. “They make me feel sexy. Like you make me feel sexy.”

I palm her ass, gripping her ample flesh. She has a perfect butt. Round and full and with two little dimples at the base of her spine, I don’t appreciate this particular body part of hers enough. I need to rectify that. “Well, these little panties are definitely sexy, but I think they’re going to have to go.”

“Really?” She sounds thrilled at the prospect.

“Definitely. But first, we need to get rid of the dress.” I stand, my hands going to the zipper, and I slowly draw it down, revealing her back and the matching white lacy bra she’s wearing. I swallow hard, imagining what the bra must look like in the front. Probably completely sheer and offering me a perfect view of her nipples.

With eager, shaking hands, I pull the dress up over her head before I toss it onto the floor. I turn her around, my gaze dropping to her chest, and hell, yes, just like I knew it would be, the bra is a killer. Sheer white and trimmed with lace, with more innocent white bows, one in the center, two more on the top of each breast. Skimpy as hell and probably not offering much support, the bra and panties are all about the visual.

And I fucking approve wholeheartedly.

“You’ve been wearing this all afternoon and I had no idea.” I reach out and tease the little bow at the center of her bra.

“Isn’t it a pleasant surprise?” She hitches in a breath when I trace the edge of her bra with my finger, touching her skin, seeing the goose bumps rise.

“Very pleasant.” Total understatement. I’m going to drive myself out of my mind if I keep this game up, but it’s worth it. I want to savor this moment. Rose in her pretty lingerie she wore just for me, standing immobile in front of me like some sort of offering, still wearing the sexy black heels, her body trembling, her nipples hard, and I can just about guarantee in between those pretty thighs she’s soaked.

Bending my knees, I rain kisses across her chest, the tops of her breasts. She tilts her head back, her eyes closing as she reaches for my head, but I duck away from her hands, dropping to my knees once again where I scent her arousal, heady and sweet. She gazes down at me, the beautiful agony etched across her face making my cock jerk in my jeans, and I reach between her legs, drifting my fingers gently across her mound.

She jerks against my touch, a whimper escaping her, and I smile. Just as I predicted, the thin fabric of her panties is damp, and I sneak the tip of my finger beneath, teasing her pussy with a quick flick before I pull back out.

“You’re mean,” she accuses, though there’s no anger in her tone.

“You fucking love it,” I return, knowing I speak the truth. “You look at me and get wet.”

“Arrogant much?” she asks, and I chuckle.

“Just stating the truth. Considering every time I look at you I get hard, I figure your body is having a similar reaction.” I press my mouth to her pussy and kiss her there, breathing deep her scent, my hands coming up to grip the thin band that rests on her hips. Leaning back, I tug the panties down, torturing her, torturing myself as I slowly pull them down her thighs, going past her knees until she’s lifting one foot, then the other before she kicks them off.

Leaving herself bare.

“Take off the shoes,” I demand, and she steps out of them, pushing them away with two quick kicks. Her pussy is even closer to my face and I glance up to find her watching me, her eyes wide, her cheeks flushed, her hair falling around her face.

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