I cover her fingers with mine and give a slight shake of my head.

“You want to undress me?”

She shouldn’t have to ask.

“Are you not speaking now? The way you’re looking at me…it’s the same way you looked at me when you barged in the bedroom before. I wasn’t sure…but I think you like what you see.”

I find it hard to swallow. The skirt glides easily over her hips and over those never-ending legs, exposing a matching sheer thong.

My throat tightens, and I force my swallow as I take her in and finally find my voice. “You like lingerie.”

“I think you do, too.”

The sheer thong bordered by white silk renders an alluring glow.

“You think?” I never really paid attention to lingerie. But she might be right. Last night I stroked myself with visions of her in red lace. What I really want is to get her out of it. To explore her. To sink inside her.

“Do you have a scarf? Or a tie?”

“I don’t want you to tie me up. I’m not…” Her words trail, and she shakes her head. She doesn’t trust me enough for that. I read her loud and clear.

I grip her hips and tug her to the edge of the bed. I get down on my knees. My thumbs loop under the thin straps. I gaze up into her dark eyes as I slowly drag her panties down her thighs, the hard pads of my fingers brushing her soft silky skin, over her knees, and down her calves. I let the slip of fabric fall to the floor.

My lips trail whisper-light kisses up her thighs to her trimmed apex. I press directly above her slit. With her gaze fixed on me, watching, I taste her. My tongue slips inside, and she inhales. Her feet rest on my shoulders, and I pull her closer to the edge of the bed and feast. Each moan, each mewl, each twist of her hips fuels me on. Her coming from my tongue becomes my one desire, my singular afternoon aim. My teeth graze over her sensitive nub as I force two fingers inside, and she lurches forward. Her feet slam against my back as her first orgasm escapes.

I rise off my knees, and she uses her feet to push my shorts down.

“I want you.”

I lean over the bed and crash my mouth over hers, wanting her tongue, needing the same hungry, passionate kiss from earlier. Her breasts fill my palm, and I knead and stroke, then take her nipple in my mouth and tease the sensitive flesh. I shift her toward the middle of the bed, grab a condom from the wallet in my shorts, and climb to her, hovering over her, supported by my forearms and knees.

Those long legs wrap around me, her feet on my ass and thighs. I position my tip at her entrance. Her fingers wrap around my erection. I watch, mesmerized, as she strokes me and her thumb circles the pre-cum on the end.