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The next morning she woke up looking sheepish. She’s slept about ten hours.
I’d been lying awake with her across my chest for a long time, watching her sleep, listening to her blissful sighs. She was so damn pretty, a light dusting of freckles over her nose, her lush, pink lips. Everything about her was so feminine, so understatedly sexy. She didn’t have the bombshell, in-your-face curves I’d gone for when I was a young teenager, the exaggerated versions of women like cartoons come to life. Gigi was real, her shyness, her palm-size breasts, the paleness of her skin. I burned for her.
Slow and lazy, she finally started blinking her eyes, yawning, giving her limbs a stretch. She smiled and rubbed her cheek against my chest as if relishing my closeness. Then she looked up at me, low and sweet.
“Good morning.” I kissed her forehead.
“Have you been awake long?” She seemed embarrassed, like she shouldn’t have been so relaxed. I didn’t mind. She might be crazy to be so trusting around me given what I wanted to do to her, what I was going to do to her. But it felt good.
I shrugged. “I didn’t have anywhere to go.”
She rose and used the bathroom, brushed her teeth and emerged with freshly brushed hair and a towel wrapped around her gorgeous body.
“What’s that?” I frowned.
“What?” She looked down. “You mean the towel?”
“You’re not covering up with a towel.”
“Well…” She shifted her weight, stepping from one foot over the other. “I’m not sure what to wear.”
“You told me things don’t fit.”
“It’s not exactly that.” Was that a blush rising up into her cheeks? Now I was curious. What kind of clothes were in the master bedroom?
“Show me.” I took her hand and led her down the hall.
Slowly, she walked over to the closet in the master and pulled back the mirrored door. She gestured inside and I saw a bunch of skimpy dresses. She’d look great in them, so those were options. “And?”
She walked over to the dresser and opened the drawer. “Some other stuff.” She pulled out some strings. Another bikini.
“Put it on,” I said without hesitation. I wanted her strutting around the house for me half naked, punishing her for what she’d done the day before. She wanted to wear a bikini? OK, how about all the time?
“But, it’s morning. It’s not going to be warm enough yet for the pool.”
“Who said anything about the pool.” She hesitated, looking at the bikini. “You started this, Gigi,” I reminded her. “I warned you. Now we’re playing by my rules. I want you in that bikini for me. With a pair of heels.”
I walked out, heading down to the kitchen to fix us some breakfast. I wanted to give her some time to get dressed for me, maybe look at herself in the mirror and wonder if she should. I liked the thought of her worrying upstairs, feeling exposed. Foreplay, all of it. The surrender would be sweeter for her if I made her work for it.
After about ten minutes, I heard her coming downstairs. When she finally walked into the kitchen, my gaze darkened. The bikini was red and low cut and turned my demure little Gigi into a fucking siren. “Turn around, slowly. Let me see.” Blushing, she did as I asked. She’d worn heels like I’d told her and her legs looked long and shapely, and the bikini cut across her ass, leaving a nice handful of cheek bare on either side.
I drew in my breath. “That’s good, Gigi.”
She turned, flushed with happiness that she’d pleased me. Such a good girl. I’d see what I could do about that. “Come here. I made you some breakfast.”
I’d scrambled a few eggs and made her some toast. We were getting a little low of supplies and a guy was supposed to bring us some more groceries this afternoon. I sat up on a stool and motioned to my lap. “Sit here.”
She walked over and I pulled her up, pressing her ass flush against my cock already straining against my jeans. “Are you hungry?” I asked, feeling hungry for more than the food I’d cooked. She nodded and it looked like she was, too. I picked up a forkful of eggs and fed it to her, mesmerized by her lips as they slid on the fork. Everything about her was sexy.
“Did you have a good time last night?” My voice deepened with arousal.
She swallowed and nodded. I brought my hand to her thigh and caressed her smooth skin. “I did, too.”
Casually, I dipped my hand into the ice water I poured. “I like surprising you.” I brought one hand to her back, the other up to her breasts, letting an ice cube touch her nipple.
She gasped, her eyes wide. “What—?”
“You look good in this bikini. But I love it when I can see your nipples.” I rubbed first one, then the other, through the swimsuit. They pebbled, pushing against the fabric. “You’re so responsive.” She watched me, and I could tell by the way she wriggled on my lap it turned her on.
“How does that feel?” I asked, untying her top. I couldn’t help it, it was so easy. Her breasts exposed, she shivered as I placed the ice cube directly on her skin.
She bit her lip and quivered, her breath coming in short pants. “It’s cold, but...”
“But you like it,” I finished for her, watching her face as I iced her firm tip.
Wide-eyed, she nodded in agreement. I leaned her back, resting her into my hand as I toyed with her breasts, making her nipples hard little points. “Yes,” she whispered, arching her back and offering her breasts to me, asking me with her body for more. I gave it to her, until I suddenly took away the ice and popped her nipple into my hot mouth, engulfing her, sucking hard.
“Dom,” she moaned, grinding her pussy against me. I did the same to her other nipple, first circling with the ice, letting it drip down her breast, then sucking it hot.
“I’m all about extremes, Gigi,” I whispered, licking her throat, then giving her sensitive skin a nibble with my teeth. “I warned you, baby.” I kissed my way back down to her breasts, cupping them in my hands. “I’m all or nothing. You had your chance at nothing. Now it’s all.”
That gave me an idea. “Stand up.” She looked slightly daz
ed, aroused and ready to keep right on sitting in my lap for some time. But at my words she awakened and got onto her feet. The heels she wore were high, about four inches, and she wobbled slightly. I pushed the plate out of the way. Breakfast could wait.
“Bend over.” I put my hand on her upper back and pushed her bare breasts down onto the cold granite. “Hands up on the counter.” She brought them there, pressing her palms down, her head turned to the side to rest her cheek.
“Now you keep your hands there. Can you do that for me?” I stroked her back, admiring the way her lower back curved, that sexy dip before the swell of her buttocks.
“Yes,” she murmured, loving to take instruction.
“Good,” I praised her, running my hand along her rear. So ripe and ready. I brought my foot in between her heels and kicked then out to either side. I untied one side of the bikini bottom, then the other. Taking a step back, I surveyed her standing there, bent over and spread for my pleasure, panting with excitement. My cock ached. I wanted to sink into her so badly, fuck her hard right up against the counter. And I would do that, but not just yet. She was still a virgin and I was going to make her first time one to remember.
I knelt down behind her, bringing my face level with her ass and pussy. Taking my hands to her cheeks, I spread them apart to examine her. I ran my tongue down her bare pussy, deciding that was what I wanted for breakfast after all. She moaned, but kept her hands where I’d told her.
“No one’s had this pussy,” I told her as I licked, then stroked, feeling her grow wet under my touch. “But I’m going to take it tonight.” I dove in again and sucked, licked. I kept my hand on her clit, circling, stroking while I stood and leaned over her, letting her feel my heat, the hardness of my cock pushing against her ass. I leaned over to her ear.
“I’m going to fuck you tonight, Gigi.” She closed her eyes and moaned. “You want that?” I pushed my finger up inside of her as I asked. I wanted her to think about my entering her, taking her.