understand me. He moves of his own accord, going to sit down on the edge of the bed so that he can watch me. I'm glad because my heart is in my mouth both because of my nerves, generated by the fact that this is, after all, our wedding night, but also because I’m so in love with him that I don't even know if I can express it properly.
When he’s properly seated, I reach down and lift the dress slowly up over my head, discarding it onto the floor. I see his eyes widen as he takes me in. It was not just a couple of dresses that went on the bill to the tailor. I also have custom made lingerie, all in the exact same shade of ivory white, complemented by lace detailing. I've never had a garment that felt so luxurious, let alone underwear. And by the way that Nico is looking at me, my efforts are very much been appreciated.
I utter a quiet voice command, and somewhere from the hidden speakers around the room, gentle music starts to play. A sensual sound, which I picked out specifically because of the way it would give an atmosphere to the room. With that playing behind me, I feel like it’s easier to begin to sway, losing my self-consciousness under the cover of the music.
I turn around once, giving him a full view of everything. Then, still rolling my hips, I reach down to unclasp the very first thing, the garter belt attached to my stockings. The clips on either side come away one by one, and then I reach down and slowly draw the stocking over my leg, letting it drop to the floor when I hear a sound.
I look up when I realize that the sound I heard is Nico whimpering in the back of his throat. It makes me grin wickedly, realizing that he’s just as affected by all this as I wanted him to be.
I unclip both sides of the other stocking very slowly, moving slightly closer to him all the while. Then I lift up my foot, pointing it towards him daintily. He takes the hint, grasping onto the delicate fabric in one hand as the other cups the back of my ankle. He pulls it smoothly down over my leg and away, leaving me one layer down.
The next thing to go is the garter belt itself. I slide it down over my hips and then to the ground, copying a move I saw in a few online videos I’ve been watching this week to try to practice. After all, Nico spent so much time and money on preparing the perfect wedding ceremony for us. The least I could do was come up with one simple surprise that would make his night.
Now I’m dressed only in a bra and panties, both of them in ivory silk with the lace fanning out around them. I continue swaying to the music, slowly slipping the straps of my bra down, first over one shoulder and then the other. Now it’s only supported by the band at the back. I make sure to make eye contact with him as I reach behind myself and unclasp it, using my other hand to keep the fabric in place.
It comes loose quickly until the only thing keeping it in place now is my hand in front of me. I slowly let go, allowing it to drop the remaining distance over my arms and to the floor, leaving my breasts exposed in front of him. That's when I do an experimental shimmy, letting my full chest bounce in place as his eyes widen.
Nico reaches down to his crotch and makes a quick adjustment, and I smile encouragingly at him. There's no need for him to miss out on all the fun of stripping. I shimmy a little closer to him again, putting my hands to each of his knees as I lean forward. He doesn't lean back, instead allowing his face to rest exactly at the level of my chest as I lean over him, reaching for his waistband.
I unzip and unbutton his pants, then reach in to find his already hard rod and pull it out. It springs to attention in front of me, and I take one of his hands and clasp it firmly around himself. Now he knows he is permitted to touch himself as he watches me, and as I step back, I’m gratified to notice that he