Chapter 25—Tommy #2
She nods confidently and takes a breath.
Then she looks at me and doesn’t stop. Not when her hips sway or when she lowers her hands and starts gliding them over her body.
Nor when she reaches behind her and unzips the dress.
She doesn’t let it fall right away, holding it against her as she continues to sway.
Only when she turns around, exposing her back, does it slip lower, oh so slowly revealing herself to me as she drops the dress.
Her flawless skin is wrapped up in satin lingerie that I know I ordered for her but had no idea she actually wore. Until this moment.
Her face turns a bit, and the dim lighting plus the automatic fireplace gives her a glow that’s all her own. She is beyond breathtaking.
Then she turns fully, and all I see is her face as she glides to me.
I can’t look anywhere else, even if my mind is screaming to see the entire package.
I’ve seen it before when I told her to strip, but this is different.
This is her doing it on her own, to show me.
Not me asking. Not me making it seem like it’s part of owning her.
I might claim to own every part of her body, but she owns a part of me as well.
The part that’s completely captivated by her.
I say nothing as she lowers and glides her hands over first my thighs, then up to my shoulders as she slides her body against me.
Then she sits prettily on my lap, straddling me and feeling every part of me, if I go by her wide eyes when she puts her full weight down.
No point in hiding my reaction from her. I’m not ashamed of it.
My hands move before I think, shifting to allow her knees to bracket my legs but keeping myself distant.
A bit. If this were the club, I wouldn’t be allowed to touch.
No one is when it comes to her. I have to give her that here as well.
She has to have at least the illusion that I’m just a guest and nothing more.
I give her my entire body to play with as she wishes. Just like a customer, even though I’m much more than that.
I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s the adrenaline from her deciding to do this or just everything else going on.
Or the music that seems to pump not only through the walls but in my blood as well as hers.
Whatever it is, I see her embrace it. Her eyes close for just a moment till she blinks them open once more.
That broke the spell she had over me, and now my eyes can’t help but roam over her body.
She has so much strength in every part of her from years of training, but there’s also softness. Her breasts are full and perky, a firm reminder of how young she is. But despite the small age gap between us, I can’t help but want her. She’s legal, and she makes my dick hard. What more could I want?
When my eyes move back to hers, I see they’re just as hooded as mine feel. But I also see more. I swear I can almost hear her saying, “I want him to want me. To desire me. To take me.”
She must think I won’t. That I’m professional enough to keep this at just past inappropriate.
She’s wrong.
She leans back, resting her hands on my knees, and then moves her hips up and down. The feel of her mimicking riding my cock brings my eyes to her tits as they bounce in front of my face and take center stage.
I barely catch her licking her lips when I eye-fuck the shit out of her. No doubt she can feel my dick twitch beneath her with all the possibilities of what could happen in this position if I let myself take more than what she’s offering.
And it’s hard to resist—pun absolutely intended.
She switches positions again as the music’s tempo changes, bringing herself higher. Still thrusting her hips against me, but no longer sitting on my cock. Now she’s leaning into me as she grabs the back of the couch, pushing her amazing breasts right into my face.
I should tell her she doesn’t need to let certain parts of her touch a customer. That it’s completely fine to keep a wall between them in some places. But I can’t. My lips are sealed. Or just smoothed against her perfect tits.
My lips are on her skin, not moving on their own, just from the way she moves her body, and she lets out a little moan from the contact. I dare not look up for fear of breaking the spell as I let them part a bit and trail open-mouthed kisses over the top curve of each breast.
Any restraint I had officially snapped when she pushed herself closer to me, forcing me to take action. I’m only a man, and being tortured can only go so far.
Her moans continue, and I feel her shift as she moves her hands from the back of the couch behind my head to running her fingers in my hair. She cradles me to her bosom, forcing me to continue, and I’m only too happy to oblige.
Her cheek rests on the top of my head as if it’s taking all her strength to keep up.
I grab her hips, hoping to take some weight for her, but that goes out the window when my hands land on her ass.
Full globes that are barely covered by the pale pink thong that matches the see-through lace bra.
I grab each cheek tightly before pulling her down to my aching cock.
A cry escapes her lips as I hit just the right spot.
I instantly regret not taking my clothes off. I might have been the only one naked, but having her this close, with just a thin layer between us? I bet she’s wet. I can smell her arousal, and I would give anything to feel it on my dick.
I continue to trace her skin with my mouth, but it’s my fingers flexing on her ass that take over any rhythm she might have had. I rock her harder and faster against me, each breathless moan and cry of ecstasy driving me to move faster. To push my hips up, grinding my length along her clit.
She moves as I want without a single protest. Then she does it on her own, reaching for her release as she quakes in my arms before crashing over on a silent cry.
She slows her movements and releases my head. My fingers flinch but don’t dig as deep into her ass. Instead, I move to pet away the sting from their indents.
With a shudder, she pushes back, and I let her after one last kiss to the top of each breast. Not in goodbye, but as a promise that I’ll see them again. Soon.
Very soon.