“No,” she whispered.
First, she took off her witch’s hat and set it aside. Then she removed her blue wig and untwisted a hair tie to let her gorgeous almond hair fall down to her shoulders. It was a mess after being held up for the last few hours, but I absolutely loved it. She looked wild, raw, something to be tamed.
Then she took the hem of her dress and lifted it up, all the way up over her head and tossed it aside. All that was left were her stockings and a bra.
“All of it,” I told her. “Just like me.”
The tiniest smile twisted in the corner of her perfect lips. She went for the stockings first—left leg, right leg, her perfect body moving like a dancer as she pulled them down and set them aside. Then she straightened up, reached behind her and unclasped her bra.
Fuck…
Her breasts spilled out of her cups and all I could think about was the phrase “bigger than you thought.”
They were perfect and I started picturing my cock pressed in between them while she extended her tongue to lick the tip each time I thrust forward.
I stared at her perfect body in the flickering glow of the candles as the warmth of the shower began to fill the room.
“You’ve never fully shaved before?” I asked her as I looked at the little mound of hair above her glistening slit.
Emily shook her head. “Just…trimmed a bit.”
“Do you trust me?” I asked her as I took her hand and helped her into the shower with me. The warm water cascaded down across us, the wetness enhancing the curves of her body as she glowed before her.
“Y—yes…” she said quietly.
“I’m going to teach you something new, Miss Powell,” I smiled as I caressed her curves. “Something that will make what we did earlier feel even better.”
She looked back at me with skepticism as if to say, “Is that even possible?”
“Yes,” I nodded. “It can be. Now, let’s get started.”
Chapter Eight
Emily
I felt like I’d been taken into another world. My senses were overwhelmed; the warmth of the water, the soft flickering glow of the candles, Mr. Cox’s touch…his scent.
He smelled like a man.
He wasn’t a high school boy or a drunk college freshman; he was a man—exactly the kind of man I wanted to give myself to.
I was one of those girls who was comfortable being in charge of her own life. I set my own schedule, got my work done and never shied away from my responsibilities. But right then, at that moment, I was giving myself over completely to him, and it felt so right.
His hands were strong on my waist, and his dick—
His dick was insane. I may not have ever seen one in real life, but I didn’t have to to know that his was in the top one percent—if not more. I reached out to touch it, but he tilted his hips back and moved it out of my reach.
“Not yet, my little witch,” he smiled. “You first.”
“Oh, okay…” I didn’t know what else to say.
“You’ve never shaved your pussy?”
“No,” I admitted.
“I’m going to teach you how,” he said.
God, that’s so hot!