“I thought when you said dress casually that you would dress that way too,” I said as he guided me to the navy blue upholstered sofa.
He shook his head and smiled. “I either wear this or I wear nothing. Sitting naked at dinner seemed like a bit much, so regular clothes it is.”
I waited for him to sit next to me, but instead he crouched down on the floor in front of me. Confused, I asked, “Why are you down there?”
With a wink, he smiled and slid his hands up over my thighs. “Because as much as I love this piece of furniture, it isn’t right for what I want to do at this moment.”
A second later, he tugged my yoga pants down my legs and I understood what he meant. After he slipped them over my ankles, I watched him take such care with a pair of pants that cost less than the corkscrew he used to open the bottle of wine at dinner.
“You can just ball them up, if you want. My clothes aren’t as nice as yours,” I said sheepishly, suddenly all too aware of how different our levels in life were.
He didn’t say anything but continued to carefully fold my yoga pants and set them on the table nearby. When he turned his focus back to me, I saw a look of appreciation in his eyes for my black panties.
Nervous, although I didn’t know why, I mumbled, “They go with the matching bra I’m wearing.”
“Good. I want to see that, so let me take off your shirt.”
No one had ever undressed me like this. It had a methodical way about it while at the same time having him so close felt incredibly sexy. He smelled like the cologne he always wore, something woodsy and warm that made me think he really did like the outdoors more than I had imagined.
When he finished and placed my shirt carefully on top of my yoga pants behind him, he turned around and smiled, humming as if he liked my black bra and panties. “Now your job tonight is to sit back and enjoy everything I do to you.”
I liked the sound of that, even as I watched him take his place on the floor between my legs and look at up me with a wickedly sexy expression. “Okay. I can definitely do that job.”
Nico sat back on his heels and lifted my right foot to place it on his shoulder. I watched in rapt attention as he pressed his lips to the inside of my ankle and lightly kissed my skin. No one had ever kissed that part of my body before. If they had, I may have been theirs forever. With every second his mouth stayed on my ankle, I felt like waves of electricity were sweeping up my legs directly to my pussy.
A soft moan escaped from between my lips, and Nico lifted his gaze to look up at me. “You’re doing your job well, Miss Morton. Keep up the good work.”
“Mmmm…you too, Mr. Allen. You’re quite the inside of the ankle kisser. I can’t wait to see what you do with those lips on other parts of my body.”
My cuteness made him smile. “Patience. We have all night.”
As he moved up from my ankle to drag his tongue along my calf, I wondered if I’d make it all night. My job had sounded easy when he told me all I had to do was enjoy myself, but with every inch of me he kissed, I felt like I was losing control.
“Are you going to kiss all of me?” I asked as he flicked his tongue over my right knee.
He lifted his head and nodded. “Patience. I had no idea you were so tense. I should have started with a massage.”
Oh, God. If he had started the night with that, I don’t think we would have made it through dinner.
By the time he made it to the middle of my thigh, my leg was quivering in anticipation of where his mouth was headed. I wanted to feel his tongue on me so badly I would have begged him if he stopped at that moment.
Against my skin, he asked, “Are you cold? I can get a blanket if you want.”
Just then, he skidded his lips up the inside of my thigh and stopped to nip at my skin. I opened my mouth to say don’t stop, but all that came out was another moan, this one needier than the last. He was so close. All it would take was just another few seconds and then he’d be there.
And a moment later, he lifted his head, smiled a wicked grin, and sat back on his heels to begin all over again on my other leg. I wanted to scream as utter frustration filled me.
“No…please. You were right there. Why did you stop?”
“I didn’t do the other leg. You have to do both legs.”
Never before in my life had the need to be complete left me so unhappy.
“Yes, but in this case, you really don’t have to. You could just do one leg. Like pretend I’m a peg leg pirate.”
Slowly, a smile brightened his face, and at that moment, he reminded me of a little boy. “Sex with a peg leg pirate. That’s not something you hear happening every day.”
“I say we make it our thing. Only one leg and then onto the main event.”