Shit, was she reducing our sex life to one out of an average of three-hundred-and-sixty-five days?
“No, honey, I just thought you’d like to see what I’d wear if I was pole dancing for you.”
“It’s—” I rasped, breaking off to clear my throat. It was a useless endeavor. “It’s really nice.”
Arching an eyebrow, she caught my hands and pressed them against her stomach before moving them higher up her body until I was cupping her breasts. “Nice? That’s all it is? I thought the set was sexy, seductive, erotic.”
She wasn’t wrong there, and her tone when she said the words to describe it made it even better.
Shaking the stupor off, I rubbed the palms of my hands over the lace, knowing it would rasp over her nipples and drive her nuts.
“I think all of those words are accurate, but what’s under it is even more sexy and erotic.” When her eyes lost focus for a moment, I leaned in and put my mouth right next to her ear. “I love the packaging, but I want what it’s hiding even more.”
“Then you’ll have to sit on the bed and wait for me to take it off, then, won’t you?” she ordered shakily before moving over to do something on her phone.
Music began playing softly from the Alexa next to her bed as I did as she asked, the beat of it heady and inspiring thoughts of someone pole or lap dancing—someone, i.e., Heidi.
Making myself comfortable, I did a quick mental check on whether it was loud enough to be heard in Nemi’s room, then decided it probably wasn’t. The walls between the bedrooms were slightly thicker than the others, and I was grateful for it at that moment. I wanted to see what my baby had planned for me.
“What song is this?”
“Running Up That Hill by Placebo. It’s got a little something to it, doesn’t it?” Heidi murmured as she walked toward me. “Now, this is going to be different than if I had a pole, but we were told we had to learn how to work our stomach muscles and roll our hips smoothly instead of stiffly. I figured you’d be happy to help me with that.”
Fucking right, I would!
I’d just lifted my hands to her waist when she took a step away from me, shaking her head. “You can’t touch the merchandise.”
“Heidi, you’re asking me not to do something that goes against everything my brain and body find natural to do. That’s like telling me not to breathe.”
She tilted her head to the side while she considered what I’d just said, finally coming to a decision with a nod. “Let me at least start without your hands on me so I can concentrate. I lose focus every time you do it, and I can’t do that with this.”
“Fine, but I’m not happy about it.”
I was wrong. Ten minutes later, after she’d spent time grinding on my lap and rolling her pussy over my aching hard-on, I was very happy about everything, and I was now touching her.
Pulling the cups of her bra down under them and releasing her nipples so I could suck on them, I couldn’t remember ever being as happy as I was. In fact, I couldn’t remember much of anything aside from Heidi and what she was doing as she ground down on my still covered cock.
That’s when all the restraints I’d had in place snapped, and in one swift move, I had our positions swapped, with her lying on the bed, me on top, and I was tearing the white lace panties off her. The rest could stay.
Rearing up, I looked down at her, not sure I’d ever seen anything as beautiful as how she looked at that moment. She was gorgeous always, but right now, she was fucking outstanding.
And she was all mine.
“You better brace yourself, baby.” The words came out guttural as I forced myself to stay in place instead of diving on her pussy like I wanted to so badly.
Then I thought, fuck it, I was done holding myself in check tonight and moved until my mouth was on her, licking and sucking and groaning at the taste of her.
Heidi
The image we would have made together must have either been hilarious or hot as hell. Me, lying on the bed in just a bra pulled under my breasts, my garter belt, and my stockings. And Bond, in all his beauty and muscular strength, still wearing his suit pants and his shirt, with his tie hanging around his neck as he licked me with ruthless skill.
In the grand scheme of things, we hadn’t been together long, but in the time we had been, we’d both learned each other’s bodies perfectly, so he knew how to have me writhing with need in no time. The problem was, he’d gotten me to the point of almost coming, but he wasn’t doing anything to push me over the edge.