Chapter 17 #2
“Oh, yes, Lessa.” You may not see yourself the way I do but trust me when I say you’re… inspiring.” I’ve been undressing her with my eyes ever since we got back in my car. This dress covers enough skin to keep my mother from muttering in my direction, but it doesn’t leave that much up to the imagination. I can see every hot, smoking curve waiting for me to touch it with the palm of my hand.
“You only think that because you found out I was a virgin.”
In a way, she has a point. My interest in her was piqued when I realized how to my advantage it would be to mold her, shape her, create the lover I was meant to have. Not to mention the thrill I enjoy knowing that I will always be her first. Never thought I’d get off on that before, but here we are. “If you took that aspect away from you, I’d still want you, Lessa,” I say with confidence. “Because you are beguiling and beautiful.”
I sense that she still doesn’t trust me. But I win because she unzips her dress and lets it fall to her feet.
God, have mercy on me. I have to cross my legs to keep my arousal contained. Button up my jacket so she can’t see how I respond to her beauty.
Her underwear doesn’t match, although I can tell she tried. Perhaps she’s not used to anyone noticing the difference between black and dark gray, but I can. I also appreciate it, however. I live for her breasts spilling out of her black pushup bra, enticing me to squeeze them and sink my face into her generous cleavage. I also yearn to nibble her silk undies and to inhale her scent. I’m turning into a base version of myself, and I’m not entirely opposed.
Chestnut hair frames her face and cascades down her torso, outlining her arms and those breasts I can’t stop staring at. She stumbles when she attempts to step out of her dress with her strappy sandals still on her feet, but she catches herself with such grace that I want to break out in applause.
“Everything?” she asks.
“Take it all off.” I want to see her naked. The lingerie might make her more irresistible, God help me, but I want to see her naked before I have her.
She unsnaps her bra. Her light brown nipples are already hard enough for me to suck with benign satisfaction. Her short fingers tug her underwear down. Someone’s been to a spa since we first made love. While she still has hair on her mound, it’s been trimmed back and looks as neat as the rest of her. I do appreciate, however, that I have a better look at her delectably pink nether lips, begging me to part them and take her until she’s screaming in pleasure.
I uncross my legs, kicking off my heels and pushing them to the side. My toes remain pointed into the bedroom floor. “Come over here, Lessa.”
“But I thought you wanted me to put on…”
“In a few minutes.” I can’t take it anymore. A taste. Just a taste of her will be enough to help me power through the rest of the evening. “I’m going to teach you something that will make me a very happy woman in our future together.”
My body vibrates with lust, but I still mind my words. Ones like our future together, because I know that’s stroking her emotional libido.
Maybe mine, too. Because if I can make Alessa my perfect lover? Mercy on me, tonight and forever.
She comes to me, the light padding of her feet on my hardwood floors driving me insane. What would it take to get this every night? Coming home from work to find her naked, waiting for me, already wet with thoughts of how I’ll take out my stress on her? The thoughts are eating me alive. I need her. Now.
By the time she reaches me, she glances down before making eye contact with me again. What in the world is it that I want, anyway?
“I want you to tease me, Lessa.”
“Tease you?”
“Yes. With your cunt and nothing else.”
She flinches, slightly losing balance again.
“Does that word offend you?”
“No.” Alessa blushes. With how pale her skin is, and how dark her hair, it’s easy to see that blush overcome her skin. “Kinda turns me on. You say it so harshly.”
“Cunt.”
Ripples claim her. Yes, I did that. I’ll do it again, too.
“Get in my lap and tease yourself with my restraint, Lessa.”
I squeeze my legs together to make it easier for her. She braces her hands against my chest, fingers digging between my buttons and reaching my skin as she straddles my lap and slowly lowers her thighs. I don’t care how angry she was earlier this week. I know she wants this. I know she wants me to consume her, letting go of all else for both of our pleasure.
I don’t have to ask if she’s ever ridden someone’s lap before. I know the answer. I’m going to enjoy every sweet second of this.
Which is why I pull up the bottom of my blouse and expose my navel to her. “Right here. But not too hard. I don’t want to lose my mind too soon.”
“Yes…”
“Yes, what?”
Her eyes are closed as she grips my shoulders and rubs her pussy against my abdomen. Shit! It’s better than I thought it would be. “Yes, Ms. Marcon.”
She’s going to kill me at this rate.
Naturally, she’s not perfect. She’s lost in her world, and I must stay in this one to ensure I get exactly what I want from this experience. I only want her pussy on my stomach. I want the promise of more sex. I want to transform into the type who can’t get enough of her. Not tonight, not tomorrow, not for the rest of my damned life. I want… no, I need.
I need her.
“You want more, don’t you?” Every word I utter makes her gasp, her mouth hanging open, sometimes scrunching her nose and brow as her body instinctively tries to rub against me. “You want to make love to me with your cunt. You want to ride me while I’m sitting down, because it means you’re on top, even though I’m the one with clothes on.”
A faint Oh my God falls from her lips. Her fingers tighten around my shoulders. “Yes,” she says with the most gorgeous whine. “Fuck me, please.”
“Yes, Alessa, beg for me.”
“Please, madam.” Her head leans back. Her pussy attempts to slide down farther into my lap, I’ve got her by the hips. “Fuck me like this.”
“Like how?”
“Let me ride you.”
“You want to ride me? With what? Do you think my wrist could withstand finger-fucking you like this? It’s a delicate part of my body. I need it for work.”
“Maybe… what you had the other night…”
Oh, look at her, saying exactly what I wanted. She’s a quick study, all right. “Do you want to fuck yourself in my lap?”
“Yes!”
As it so happens, I want to know what it’s like for us to experience that too.
“Then get off my lap. Go to the drawer beneath my bed. Crawl.” My voice halts her once she’s on her feet, and she obeys, getting down on her hands and knees so I see nothing but her naked ass and the eager nether lips screaming my name. “The drawer on the left, sweet Lessa.” I wait for her to make it, the sound of wood sliding against metal telling me she’s in my drawer of underbed goodies. “You’ll find what you’re looking for on the right. Pick one of the strapless ones. It’s easier for this position.” Not to mention I could be pleasured too. God knows I want it.
She returns, handing me a modestly sized strapless toy. While I keep all of them clean and orderly after repeated uses, something about the way she gingerly handles it suggests she’s worried about offending me. Offending her sensibilities.
“Do you want to do it, or shall I, Lessa?”
Her gaze remains downcast as she pushes her hair out of her face. “I’d like to watch you do it.”