I didn’t know how long I stood totally naked, bared for him like a piece of art in a museum.
He snagged me around the waist and jerked me forward so swiftly, a startled sound left me and I had to brace my hands on his broad shoulders to steady myself.
The expensive material of his suit was buttery soft beneath my hands, and I felt how muscular he was as he shifted slightly and leaned forward.
His lips were precariously close to mine, so I smelled the soap on his skin and felt the heat emanating from his body.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” he said slowly, enunciating each word as if he didn’t want me misunderstanding.“You’re going to strip, sit on the table, and spread your legs.” My heart thundered, and he slowly smiled. “And I’m going to enjoy my breakfast as I stare at your pussy. Get on the table, Bunny.”
After what we’d done, I shouldn’t feel shy about anything. Hades had seen every intimate aspect of my life.
He pushed his plate aside, moved his chair back, and spread his legs wider to give me more space. Then he watched me like a hawk.
Getting on the table was harder than it should have been, but I was very aware of every move and flex of my naked form, as I had to move between his thighs in order to sit right before him.
I was burning alive with my desire. He wasn’t even touching me—hadn’t laid a finger on me—yet I was ready and willing for anything he demanded.
I was so wet, my juices coated my inner thighs in a slippery, filthy display.
Long moments passed as we just looked at each other, me feeling like I’d just run a marathon for how hard I was breathing. A light sheen of sweat covered my body, my nipples ached, and I was on the verge of moaning out my need because I wanted him to touch me.
Yet, Hades was unaffected, his respirations calm, steady, his face showing nothing.
“Move back on the table, Bunny. Enough that you can spread your thighs and brace the heels of your feet on the edge.” The inclination of his voice was as if he were talking about the weather, not asking me to bare my pussy to him as if I were an art exhibit.
I flattened my hands on the table and pushed myself back enough so I could put the heels of my feet on the edge, just like he’d ordered.
I focused on the detailing of the trim that ran around the ceiling, then moved my gaze along the light fixture directly above me.
“Open wider for me. Let Daddy get a good look.”
I did what Hades wanted, spreading my thighs so my pussy was on full display, so my lips parted and the cool air brushed along them.
And as the seconds felt like they turned to minutes and Hades didn’t speak, didn’t touch me, I finally tore my gaze from above to chance a look at him.
He hadn’t moved, his body still relaxed in his chair, his coffee mug in hand as he stared at my pussy and drank.
My pulse was throbbing in my clit, and I’d long since grown numb to the fact there was a steady stream of my juices sliding down my pussy and the crack of my ass.
The linen tablecloth beneath me was damp because of it.
“Are you going to touch me or just look?”
“Just look, baby. Just. Fucking. Look.” He slowly lifted his gaze from between my legs to look at my face. “You have the prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen. A damn work of art. Let me enjoy basking in the fact no other man will ever see it but me.”
And so he did just that, and the longer he stared at me, the more turned on I got.
“You’re making such a mess. The tablecloth is soaked.”
I started biting my lip, wanting to have just a stream of his warm breath along my clit. That alone would surely get me off.
My nipples hurt and were hard and tight because all I could imagine was having Hades lean forward and suck on them.
He rose from the chair and just stood there for a moment, looking down at me. I allowed myself to take in his huge, imposing form, and across his wide shoulders and broad chest that blocked out everything behind him. I continued staring along his narrow waist and the muscles I could see clearly defined under the expensive material of his white shirt.
And when my gaze landed on the massive erection he sported, I couldn’t hold in my moan.
I was attracted to him in the most primal way a woman could be toward a man.