come across the lingerie and decided to spice things up.
Spicy was one word for it. I fluffed my hair and pulled a few faces in the mirror until I was satisfied I had the perfect sultry pout. I hit the light and opened the door, slowly walking into the small living space with the kitchenette at my right. Xander was sitting in the chair, just as I ordered.
The lights were mostly off and there was soft jazz music streaming through the TV. The man knew how to set a mood. I paused and posed. I watched his expression as he drank in the sight of me wearing the tiny little teddy that had ribbons that crisscrossed over my belly and connected to slightly wider ribbons of lace that acted as a bra. It was definitely on the risqué side.
“Holy fuck,” he breathed. “Have you had that on all night?”
I smiled and looked down at the lace. “I have.”
“Holy fuck,” he breathed again. “I can’t move. If I move, I’m going to explode in my pants. Stay there. Don’t come any closer. Give me a minute.”
I loved that he was so turned on by me. I slowly turned, giving him a good look at the entirety of the outfit, which was really less than a few inches of lace and lots of ribbons.
“You look like you are in pain,” I teased.
I ignored his demand to not move any closer. I stepped in front of him, staying just out of reach. His hands gripped the wooden armrests like he was afraid he would fly out of the chair. I ran my hands over my body, sliding one of the ribbons out of the way and giving him a little peek at my nipple.
I was turning myself on. My nipples pebbled under my own touch. I rubbed and teased and heard myself moan.
“Don’t stop,” he said in a raspy voice.
I moaned, dropping my head back and arching into my hands. I slid one hand over my belly and then between my legs. The lacy triangle felt damp. It was a combination of heat and my own desire. The man had a way of making me feel wet all the time. I lifted my head to watch him watch me. His eyes were heavy-lidded. The desire I saw there was so intense, I felt as if I would spontaneously combust. Or maybe he would.
I needed to touch him. I stepped closer, reaching for the tie he was still wearing. I tugged, jerking his neck forward until I loosened it enough to pull over his head. “You are wearing far too many clothes.”
“I agree,” he whispered.
I bent forward, letting my breasts hang loose as I began to work at the buttons on his shirt. His hands stayed on the armrests, never once touching me. I could feel him looking. I could feel the heat from his gaze as his eyes roamed over my body. I jerked the shirt up out of his pants and pushed it over his shoulders until he was topless.
I dropped to my knees in front of his chair, settling myself between his legs. His erection was very evident in his pants. I ran my hand over the long length, marveling at the steel rod barely contained in the pants that looked like they would shred.
I carefully undid the button before sliding the zipper down. He let out a breath like he had been holding it inside for hours. His cock sprang free, ripe for the plucking. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and squeezed. He grunted and his body jerked. I could feel the power humming in my hand.
I leaned forward and loved him with my mouth. I licked and sucked until I could feel him on the edge. The tension in his body filled the room with an electric energy that zapped me from head to toe. I felt tingly. I felt electrified and on the edge of my own climax.
He sprang from the chair. I would have fallen on my ass if he didn’t grab me and yank my body against his. One minute, I was on my knees and worshipping his cock with my mouth, and the next, I was in his arms with his mouth plundering mine. He was needy and desperate. He carried me into the single bedroom in his suite and dropped me on the bed. He shed his pants and underwear in under five seconds and pounced on me.