Her lips pressed together tightly, stifling what must have been a laugh. Her hands, though they were shaking a little, made quick work of the buttons on her blouse. When she completed the last button, she dropped her hands to her sides, and I immediately pushed the fabric from her shoulders. I saw light tan, silky fabric with a touch of lace around the edges. I wasn’t surprised but strangely intrigued by her simplicity, her innocence. I slipped my finger under the strap at her shoulder, then ran down the edge until it traced over the top of her breast.
“Simple, beautiful, no pretenses,” I murmured. Though it wasn’t easy, I lifted my eyes back to hers. “You are exquisite.”
She bit into her lip, and her eyes danced away from mine. She had no idea what was to come next, and she needed me to tell her. I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but my cock got harder.
“Unzip you skirt,” I told her as I stepped back a bit. She hesitated for a moment, and I lifted an eyebrow at her. Her cheeks turned pink, but she reached behind her back, and I heard the sound of the zipper being lowered. She placed her hands at the waistband, but I stopped her. I was going to teach her exactly what I wanted—one step at a time, baby. I’ll tell you what comes next. She met my gaze, and I could see her confusion.
“I want to do that,” I informed her. I pushed her hands away and gripped the top of the skirt before slowly pushing it down her legs as I dropped down in front of her. I lifted her feet one at a time and chucked the skirt off to the side. I grazed over the edge of the straps of her heels, up around her ankles, and then up the back of her bare leg. I brought my hand back down again, reveling in her smooth, pale skin. I focused on the strap of the heels again and smiled to
myself.
“Hmm…I think we'll leave these where they are.”
“You want me to leave my shoes on?”
“They're fucking hot,” I said. There was no doubt in my mind. “Yes, I want them on.”
I moved my hands back up her legs and gazed at the tan lacy panties that matched her bra, then looked at her face. She blushed again and seemed embarrassed by my appraisal. I didn’t want her embarrassed.
“That blush is also fucking hot,” I said. I positioned my hands on her hips and used her for balance as I stood again. As tempting as it was to dive my face straight into her pussy, I wanted inside of her more. I leaned over close and whispered in her ear.
“I want to see your breasts, baby. Take off your bra for me.”
No hesitation this time. I left my hands on her hips as I leaned back to get a good look at the glorious, feminine flesh revealed as the garment dropped down her arms and spilled on the floor at her feet. Her tits would fit in my hands perfectly, and I couldn’t wait to taste them. I licked my lips in anticipation as a low growl escaped me.
“Exquisite,” I murmured. I couldn’t wait any longer and took them both in my hands at once. I lifted them, feeling their weight in my palms and grazing the nipples to watch them harden. A little sound escaped her mouth, and I could see the reappearance of gooseflesh over her skin.
She raised her hand to my neck and pulled at the knot of my tie. I had been so intent on getting her naked, I hadn’t even thought about my own clothes yet. I froze the movement of my thumbs on her and let her loosen the tie and pull it over my head. She then went for the buttons on my shirt and pushed it off of me. I had to let go of her tits for a moment so my shirt could follow the path of her bra, but I grasped her tits again as soon as the cuffs came loose.
With wide eyes, her fingers lightly traced the outline of the muscles on my chest and abs. She felt the line of hair in the middle of my stomach, pointing the way to the part of me I really wanted her to touch. She drew her lips behind her teeth again, and her eyes narrowed a little as her brow furrowed.
“Adam?” her voice was barely a whisper. I grunted back, waiting for her to say whatever it was she was going to say. The pit of my stomach tightened and not in a good way. Something about her posture had changed. She was having doubts. Nervous now, not just anxious. “Um…there's something I should probably tell you.”
Fuck, this could not possibly be good. I tried to make light of it.
“If you just remembered you have a boyfriend, I'm not going to be pleased.”
“No…it's not that,” she said as she shook her head violently. She paused for one of the longest seconds I had ever experienced before she took a deep breath. “I'm still a virgin.”
There was no way in hell I had possibly heard her right. It had to be a joke of some sort. No woman offers her virginity to some guy she just met because he took over her office building. There was just no way.
I took a step back and released her—trying not to notice how luscious her tits looked as they dropped from my hands and bobbed up and down a little. I reached up to tug at my hair as I looked down at her. She looked…crushed.
“Olivia?” I questioned. “Are you serious?”
“Umm…yes?”
“Are you asking questions again?”
“No…I mean…yes, I'm serious.”
“You're a virgin.” I had to repeat the words because they still didn’t make any sense to me, and I was still hoping she was either joking, or I had misunderstood. She nodded, dispelling that little myth, and I ended up grasping my hair with both hands, yanking at it a little with the hope it would help me think. I was back to square one. She thought I was going to hurt her if she didn’t comply. Why else would she agree to such a thing? She probably thought I was going to fuck her and then kill her. “You think you have to do this, don't you? You think something's going to happen to you if you don't.”
“No!” she yelled, and I was a little startled by the sound. Her eyes blazed at me for a moment, and she looked me directly in the eye. “I want this. I do. I don't think I have to…I want you to be the one.”
“You want to lose your virginity to me?” I had to get the clarification. It was just too surreal. It was just too good to be real.
“Yes,” she said definitively. No doubt, no question in her tone this time.