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“You with me?”
A shudder runs through her but she bobs her head.
At Katsuo’s, whether or not she knows it, she revealed an inability to accept her good qualities. Either that or she doesn’t trust when a third party notices. So today, I’ll give her the passion she craves with a side of the praise she deserves. Only when she embraces everything Shinji and I have to offer can she truly and fully reclaim the sexual aspect of her nature she’s divorced from herself.
I grab the hem of her shirt and raise it slowly, exposing warm brown skin inch by inch as I leave a trail of goosebumps in my wake. I free her of the shirt, throwing it behind me before I tackle her jeans. The soft denim sinfully hugs her hips and thighs, but the sight of her won’t deter me. I drag the garment over her body, breathing in her intoxicating arousal.
“When I deem you ready, I’m going to taste you. Lick you everywhere. And you will receive my attention in silence.”
She opens her mouth, on the verge of protesting, but she hesitates and nods.
I take her mouth, rewarding her with a deep stroke of my tongue as I savor her.
Lakeshia stands still, receiving me without taking over. A sense of loss reflects in her eyes and consumes me as we separate.
“Twenty-four hours will never be adequate time to explore the wonders of your mouth, lips, and body.” I stroke her bottom lip, swollen from my recent attention.
She brushes the pad of my thumb with her tongue.
I inhale, my nostrils quivering. “I’ll forgive you this once for touching me without permission because you did it without realizing.”
She gasps and presses her lips together, but doesn’t protest or defend herself otherwise.
I step back to take her in and to cool myself off enough for the next step.
Lakeshia stands before me in cream lace. Her bra and panties are a contradiction of innocence and sinfulness. They hug her curves, highlighting the creamy expanse of exposed skin while teasing me by hiding her more delectable bits.
I lean forward and suck her earlobe into my mouth, relishing the deep shudders in her body. “Have I thanked you yet for the gift you gave me?”
Lakeshia twists her head, a wrinkle on her forehead marking her confusion.
I tweak her nose before resting my hand against her heart. “You said you trusted me. I promise I’ll treasure and honor your faith in me.”
She opens and closes her mouth, but doesn’t say what’s on her mind. I won’t allow her to speak either, anticipating she’ll deflect and minimize rather than accept my gratitude. Relegating her to silence will wear her resistance away and open her to all the possibilities at her fingertips.
I return my attention to her ear, licking and nipping her skin on a slow journey down her neck. All the while, I whisper my appreciation for her body; her mind…her soul.
“Damn, chiisai senshi no megami, you have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?” I pause with my lips hovering over her chest to peek at her and await her response.
She clears her throat. “I have no control over the genes my family gifted me.”
I huff a laugh and shake my head. “Your physical beauty is undeniable, but that’s not what I’m talking about.” I press my lips above her heart.
Her organ thuds in response before fluttering with rapid beats beneath me.
I lick the skin, savoring the slight saltiness while inhaling her floral scent. “And your appeal here only matches your clever brain. Thank God Shinji recognized how well you would fit us. Fit me.” I shift to encompass her nipple, sucking the bud through the lacy material to the sound of her soft gasps.
As her passion rises, I gentle my pulls and take a step closer to the bed without sitting. “Undress me,” I say. “Take your time. Make me burn for your touch. And tell me about something I do for you that you like. Preferably not sexual.”
Lakeshia’s hands linger over the top button on my shirt, her eyes filling with alarm.
I focus on her reaction, gaging her breathing for distress, but she quickly takes herself in hand and tackles the buttons on my shirt.
All signs of hesitation disappear. Instead, the specter of the sexy, in-demand madam with an elite clientele hovers around her body.
My temperature rises in response to the vixen slowly revealing herself while her fingers linger centimeters awayfrom my chest. Scorching heat swirls between our bodies. The possibility of her touch burns my skin despite the distance.
I inhale, greedily taking in her arousal as she undresses me.
