“Damn, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” I tell her. I’m unable to come up with pretty or even graphically dirty words. I just tell her the honest truth.
“Touch me, David,” she says, her voice breathless.
I slide my hand from her stomach to her right breast. I groan as she gasps.
I knead gently, then run my thumb over the hard tip.
She squeezes her thighs together and sighs. “Yes, like that,” she tells me.
“So pretty,” I say.
“More.”
Gladly. “I like the one-word answers, sweetheart. You don’t have to say anything complicated. Here’s all I need—kiss, suck, lick, touch, squeeze, pinch.”
Her chest is rising and falling with her rapid breathing. “Lick.”
God, I like this girl. I lean over and flick my tongue against the breast I’m not holding. She moans, and I give her a longer lick, dragging my tongue against the pert tip.
“Suck.” Her voice is needy.
I do as she demands. Happily. As I suck on her nipple making her whimper, her fingers sink into my hair, holding my head closer. “David.”
Oh yes, I love hearing my name like that.
I need to see her face. I look up, replacing my mouth with my fingers, rolling and plucking at the nipple.
“Did I say squeeze instead of suck?” she asks.
I smirk. “You did not. I’ve decided to add to the rules. Besides giving me verbs, you need to give me nouns.” I pinch her nipple a little harder, and she gasps. “Tell me where too.”
She wets her lips and nods. “Stomach.”
Excellent. She knows exactly the direction I want to move.
I drag my mouth along the valley between her breasts, down the center of her torso to her belly button. Then I pause, hovering.
“Kiss,” she tells me.
I press a long, open-mouth kiss just above her belly button. But I don’t give her any tongue or suction. She didn’t say lick or suck after all.
“Lower,” she says.
I don’t lift my mouth, sliding my lips along her silky, soft skin to just above her panty line. Again, I pause.
“Kiss.”
I do, though it is difficult to keep from licking.
Her hand slides out of my hair, and then she’s reaching up under her skirt. Her panties move away from my lips as I shift slightly to give her room to remove them. When she pushes them as far as her knees, I decide to be a gentleman and help her out. I reach up under her skirt, grab the top of the scrap of silk, and drag it the rest of the way down her legs.
“Thanks,” she says with a smile.
“Always happy to help.”
Then she drops her hands to the skirt of her dress and starts bunching it up.
I find myself holding my breath, waiting for her to expose herself to me. She does so unabashedly. Her skirt bunches around her waist, and as her gorgeous lower half comes into view, she bends one knee and lets it fall out to the side.
