“Thought you’d never ask,” she replies with a little smirk.
“I’ll call the driver.”
Within 30 minutes, we’re back at my place. Lacy picks up right where we left off before dinner. The second the penthouse’s elevator doors slide shut behind us, she jumps on me, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I’m keenly aware of the fact that she’s no longer got her panties on, and can feel the warmth from beneath her legs against my torso as she pushes into me.
“Take me to your bedroom,” she whispers, her voice throaty and full of wanting.
“Whatever you say, rock’n’roll goddess,” I reply, in awe at this confident, sexy, commanding version of Lacy that’s revealed itself tonight.
Kissing her the whole way, I walk us to the bedroom and pause before throwing her down on the bouncing mattress.
“You look damn good in my bed,” I tell her, gazing at the silhouette of her curvy body in the black dress, standing out against the wine-colored sheets.
“Ifeeldamn good in your bed,” she replies with a grin.
“Well, I think we can get you feeling alittlebetter,” I reply, as I kneel before her and gently inch the skirt of her dress up.
She lets out a gasp of pleasure as I kiss my way up her thighs, pushing her dress up all the way to her waist until I finally get to that sweet spot between her legs. I gently pass my tongue over her clit, my cock twitching with excitement at every moan of pleasure she lets out. But suddenly, she pushes my head away.
Startled, I look up at her. She’s propped on her elbows, her hair wild and sexy, as she stares at me.
“Take your shirt off,” she commands me.
“Geez, all those weeks of chasing me to put a shirt on and now you want me to take it off?”
“Oh, hurry up and strip down,” she says, smirking.
I peel my t-shirt off and kick my shoes off while I’m at it.
“Might as well take your pants off too,” Lacy says authoritatively.
“You’re really bossy tonight, you know?” I say, but I’m grinning from ear to ear. Lacy has never been sexier.
“Pff, you know you like to show off your sexy bod, Mr. Rock Star.”
“Speaking of sexy bod,” I murmur as I crawl onto the bed after Lacy, who is peeling the black minidress up and off over her head, revealing her perfect, voluptuous chest. Without hesitation, I bring my mouth to her tits, flicking my tongue first over one nipple and then the other. Lacy lets out low moans of pleasure that arouse me even more. My erection strains against my boxer-briefs.
I continue kissing Lacy, working my way across her breasts, up to her neck, nibbling on those plump lips of hers, and then working my way back down—over her tits, down her belly, and back between her legs, where she’s wet, wanting and warm.
“Ben,” she lets out a gasp as I flick my tongue across her clit again. “Stop!”
I pause, looking up at her in surprise.
“Do you have a condom?” She asks wickedly, her eyes snapping with desire. “I can’t take any more of your teasing.”
My heart jumps and a rush of warmth washes over me at her request. I nod, getting up from the bed and walking to the master bathroom, where I dig a condom out of the cabinet. I strip off my boxer-briefs and roll it on. I don’t want to wait another second.
But as I approach the bed, something weird happens. I see Lacy, her milky-white body stark naked against the dark red sheets, laid out on the bed, her curves enticing me. And I see her eyes, peering at me—sexy and full of desire, but alsoknowingly.It strikes me, with a pang, that Lacy probably knows me better than any other woman I’ve ever slept with.
And that, for some reason, causes my stomach to flutter with nerves, for just a moment. But then Lacy gives me that sweet, sensual smile, and bites that bottom lip of hers—fuck, those little lip nibbles!—and any thought of nervousness goes flying out of my head.
“Well, what are you standing there for?” She asks saucily. “Get over here.”
I lower myself onto the bed, on top of Lacy. She wraps her legs around me, pulling me in close, and grasps my shoulders, staring up into my face, a slight smile playing at her lips.
“Fuck, you were so gorgeous tonight,” I murmur. I rub my cock up and down her entrance, and tease a moan out of her, until I can’t take it anymore. I slip inside of her. She parts her lips, letting out a small gasp, as I enter her, getting deep inside, hitting that sweet spot that makes her groan out loud.
For a moment, I look away, uncomfortable under her knowing gaze. But Lacy isn’t having it.