Her head pushed back. “You don’t look like a softy.” She ran her hand over my biceps. “You’re certainly not built like one.”
I rose and grabbed the shopping bag from the bedroom. “Here. For you. Or I should say for me.” I arched an eyebrow. “You don’t mind, do you?”
She shook her head as she held up a white lace crotchless teddy. “Wow, they forgot to sew in a gusset.”
“I thought it would be nice.” I grinned.
“Especially now I’ve had that Brazilian.” She arched her eyebrows.
“Thank you for doing that. You really didn’t have to.” Boy, my cock loved it though. “I like seeing you. All of you.”
“Should I try it on?”
I nodded. Unzipping my jeans to release the ache. Just talking about sex made me hot and bothered.
“Give me a couple of moments. Do you want me in the bedroom?”
“What I want to do to you, yes. It might be more comfortable,” I said.
A few minutes later, she called out, “Ready, Mr. Lovechilde.”
I laughed at her silly reference to me being her boss and her my dirty maid. I liked the game though.
Anything that placed a wedge between us and reality.
She laid on the bed, propped up against pillows. Barely covering her, I’d bought the tiniest garment I could find.
Her nipples spiked through the lace. My tongue salivating.
I pointed. “Open your legs for me.”
Wearing a coy smile which only made me hornier, she parted her legs, and I groaned at how pink and juicy her slit looked.
My cock turned to steel, and I removed my jeans to release it.
“Aren’t you a sexy, dirty little maid.” My voice hoarse with arousal. “Touch yourself.”
She stroked her clit and then entered herself with her finger.
My heart pounded like this was my first time with her.
“Can I have a taste now?” I sat on the edge of the bed and palmed her tits, fondling and squeezing them, getting off on how warm and soft and firm they felt.
I kissed her sweet lips and then trailed kissed down to her nipples. Biting through the lace. I tore at the lace and sucked on her nipples, while running my hands over her small waist.
“Sit on my face,” I said.
“What?” She laughed. “Are you serious?”
“Yep. Very. Just do it.”
“Mm… bossy.”
She enjoyed this game as much as I did.
“Nothing like dancing cheek to cheek,” I quipped.
“I’ll squash you.”