“Whatcha got under that dress?” he asked, circling her.
Surely he didn’t expect her to answer.
She felt him lean in, but not touch her. Her mouth opened a tiny bit when she felt him grab the hem of the gauzy frock and begin to wind it up slowly. His other hand slid up her bare, tan thigh, all the way to her firm runner’s ass, round and smooth as a new pearl. He allowed his hand to wander over the expanse of one butt cheek, then the other, caressing each gently.
Spikes of chilled hairs rose and moved, making it feel like a thousand million tentacles undulating over her skin.
If he could do this with just a touch of her ass, further musing of the effect of his future actions was unthinkable.
His hands moved up to the buttons on her dress and, one by one, with agonizing slowness, he undid them. She felt the heat of his breath against her ear as he brushed her hair away from it.
“You’re not used to what’s going to happen,” he said.
“You think I’ve never made love?” Her voice was a hoarse whisper.
“I’m sure you have, but I’ll bet a year’s salary you’ve never been fucked, and I mean a heavy, low-down jungle fuck with all the nastiness that goes with it.”
Her legs were weak, and she thought she was going to slide to the floor.
The dress undone, he slid it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He came around to her front and smiled appreciatively. Her breasts were much fuller, heavier than they appeared in her bra and work clothes, her hips curvy and round. Her vee was nicely trimmed, and he longed to find that treasure nub that he knew nestled somewhere deep under a hood of delicate skin.
He leaned in and whispered, “I can smell you.”
Her face crimsoned, and even in the dim light, he saw it.
“It’s okay. It’s the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world. It means you’re wet, it means you’re ready.”
Her eyes closed, not from embarrassment, but because his words were true. Even now she could feel a droplet oozing down her leg.
He circled her again. “Have you any idea how much I’ve wanted to suck you? To ram and circle my tongue so far up into your pussy that you’d scream out my name for hours?”
She shifted.
“I’ve wanted to invade your love hole, with one, two, then three of my fingers, readying you for the cock you desperately need.”
She bit her lip, wondering why his dirty talk excited her so.
“I know you. I know what you want. You like me talking to you this way. It allows you not to be in control. But this isn’t about regulations for me. It’s about giving you what you desire. And so that we may be clear, it’s not all about just your needs; it’s also about what I want from you.”
“And what’s that?” she asked, just above a whisper.
“I want you nasty. I don’t want the nice, prim and proper doctor. I want that nasty woman inside you. The woman who is going to squat over me and let me lick her from her ass to her pussy. The one who is going to slide her slippery, cummy pussy down my face and allow me to eat her raw.”
This time she did waver and he caught her. His strong, steely arm, perfect for keeping her erect, felt like a smooth, wooden log.
“I want you to lie back, wind your long legs around my face, and hold it prisoner to your sweet hot, wet, clit. I like that word, don’t you? It’s just so wanton, so nasty. I want you on all fours while I eat you from the back so hard that you’ll try and scamper away. But I’ll be right behind you, tonguing my way inside every part of you.”
“And what would you want in return for this little erotic escapade?” She tried to sound amused.
“Don’t be flip; it doesn’t suit you. What I want, I’ll get, and that will be because you won’t be able to keep yourself from giving it to me.”
The room was quiet as he gave her a moment to absorb everything he’d said. “But first, I want you to get used to me. To seeing me, before touching me.”
He loosed the string on his pajama bottoms and they slid to the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them away. Her eyes were trained on a place just beyond his shoulder.
“Look at me.”
She didn’t.