I didn’t have anywhere to be for the rest of the day and she wouldn’t have initiated this if she was in a hurry to get somewhere, so I wasn’t planning on rushing anything.
April had turned as I’d asked, and I took a second to check out her ass as I moved back to her. “Okay, so what you want to do is to reach up as high as you can with both hands.”
“Like this?” she asked as I watched the dress riding up until it was right below that ass.
I curled my fist into a ball and put it in my mouth to keep from making any of the sounds I wanted to. Once I was sure it was safe, I removed it but that didn’t mean my voice didn’t give me away anyway.
“Perfect,” I said with a gravelly undertone. “Now bend over and try to touch your toes.”
Again, she didn’t question me. Her fingertips brushed against her toes seemingly without any effort at all.
“Does this work?” she asked.
“Like a charm.” I walked up behind her until I was close enough that she’d be able to feel my erection if she rocked back even slightly. I wasn’t about to grind myself against her until I was one-hundred percent sure it was what she wanted.
Placing my palm on her lower back, I applied gentle pressure. “Extend your arms forward while straightening out your back. Imagine turning your arms and body into an ironing board.”
I was making up the biggest load of shit but I was pretty sure she knew. My plan worked, though. As she lengthened her back and extended her arms, she pressed her ass firmly against my erection.
The quietest moan slipped out of her but she didn’t move a muscle. Since I didn’t want to take any chances of scaring her away, I didn’t assume anything. There was still the possibility that she was turned on but didn’t want me to do anything about it.
“I’m going to touch you now,” I said. “That okay?”
“Yes,” she whispered, but it was more than loud enough for me to hear in the quiet room.
“Relax,” I replied. “Stand up straight but don’t turn around. We don’t want to make your muscles any stiffer than they have been.”
“You seem pretty stiff yourself.”
Her comment cut through the tension in the air and I let out a chuckle. “Yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve done any stretching myself.”
“Really?” She sounded surprised but then dropped her head back against my shoulder when I started running my fingers from her hips to her thighs. “Fuck, Chris.”
She was standing flush against me now. I turned my head to trace her earlobe with my tongue, one hand slowly lifting the dress while the other snaked around her waist. I was so hard it hurt but I was still intent on taking this slowly.
“Fuck is right,” I groaned as I rolled my hips against her. A groan got caught in my throat but April didn’t bother trying to hold back her hums of encouragement.
My fingertips danced across the bare skin of her thigh. Her dress bunched around her waist and was being held in place by my forearm. Reaching for her top button with my free hand, I flicked it open and thanked everything when the next one came undone as easily.
I only undid one more before deciding to leave it for now and tease the underside of her breast over her clothes instead. Moving my fingers from the outside around to her inner thigh, I stroked the soft skin I found there and felt her tremble against me.
“Chris,” she whimpered. “Don’t let me fall.”
“Never.” I held her closer to me and tightened the grip of my arms while my hands continued exploring.
As I dragged my fingers across the front triangle of her panties, my own legs suddenly felt weak at the wet heat beneath the soft cotton. She adjusted the angle of her head to bring her lips to mine, lifting her arm to tangle her fingers into my hair.
Our mouths met softly at first, an almost tentative kiss that changed as soon as my tongue darted past her lips to taste her. Her lips were soft but her tongue was insistent, as dogged in its pursuit as mine.
An inferno built up inside me, making me as desperate as I’d ever been. My hips moved against hers—with hers. I stopped teasing the underside of her breast and slid my