Panic
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She smiles, almost tips her chin back down in embarrassment, but corrects that action before she commits. She stares back at me. “What will you do now?”
I lead her to the center of the room, drop her hand, then sit down on the bed and lean back. “Take your clothes off, Rook.” I unbutton my suit trousers and slip my hand in my pants. My gaze never leaves Rook’s face. She watches everything I do and when I grab myself she takes in a short quick breath, then looks me in the eyes and slides her hand down her hip until her fingertips reach the first clasp on the garter. In seconds, all those straps are hanging loose and she wiggles the thin band of lacy fabric over her curvy hips and it drops to the floor.
She steps out of the little circle and sticks one leg out in front and bends the other so she can lean over and roll her stocking down. When she gets it to the ankle she steps forward and places her foot on my thigh.
I accept her invitation and slide the stocking off with her stiletto. They join the garter on the floor, a small pile beginning to form.
She repeats this and then my heart starts to beat wildly as she slides the straps of the sheer black teddy down her shoulders. Her ni**les are bunched up and hard and her br**sts push against the fabric as she wiggles it free from her body.
And then she takes my hand and places it on the string of her panties.
But I take her hand and place it between her legs. “You love it when I watch you, too.”
Her fingertips start a slow circle over her slit and then push against the fabric of her panties. And I swear, I swear to f**king God, I have to reach out and make her stop or I’ll lose it.
Her eyes rest on mine and she smiles.
She wins this one.
“Take them off, please,” she says sweetly as she pulls the string against her hip, then releases it, making it snap against her skin.
A guttural growl escapes from my throat as I tug her panties down and let them drop to the floor. She stands naked before me. “Now what?”
I stand up and undress myself slowly. Her eyes never leave my hands. Her gaze follows my suit coat as I drape it over a chair then returns to me in time to catch me removing the tie from around my neck.
Her little Gidget tongue darts out, wets her lips, and then she takes a deep breath that makes her chest expand and lift up her br**sts. My dick is so hard it’s holding up the damn trousers and it takes me a second to free myself from the pants.
“Now, the shower,” I finally answer her.
She tilts her head and smiles. “I thought shower sex was boring?”
“Who said anything about sex?”
She cocks an eyebrow at me. “I’m listening…”
“Follow me, Gidget.” I take her across the hall to the bathroom and flick my fingers across the control panel to bring up the steam and a light drizzle. This is my favorite setting, the setting I always use when we’re about to get busy in the shower. When I look back at her she’s biting her lip. “What?” I ask.
“Looks pretty boring so far.”
I laugh. “Is that right?” I take her inside the shower and gently push her until the backs of her knees hit the tiled bench at the far end of the stall. “Have a seat,” I say in a whisper. She smirks at me, like she knows what’s going on. But her expression falters when I look over my shoulder as I walk out of the shower and open a small built-in cupboard on the other side of the bathroom. I pull out a brand-new lady razor, the kind with all that soapy shit attached directly to the blade, and snap it on the handle.
“What are you doing?” Rook asks as I kneel down in front of her.
“What’s it look like I’m doing?” I press against her inner thighs and open her legs up and then palm the light covering of hair between her legs and tickle her until she squirms.
She chews on her lips, trying to chase her blushing smile away. “But you told me to let it grow out after the body painting.”
“I did.”
“Why?”
“So I could shave it off.” I grab her hair conditioner off the shelf and squirt some on the tips of my fingers and gently cover the little strip between her legs. I don’t check her expression again, but I know exactly what it looks like based on her breathing. I start at the top of her hairline and use long strokes to shave her smooth. I want to rub my whole hand over the skin there, but I’m trying to keep her from coming as long as I can, and that would definitely work against me.
When I finish with the easy parts I grab her ankles and lift them up next to her hips so her feet are flat on the bench and I have access to the hidden parts. I take a lot more time in this area and I have to stop periodically to allow her to calm down from my touches. It’s inevitable that my fingers will drive her crazy. I mean, they are my fingers, right? I wink at her after I finish this thought. She’s too busy squirming to notice.
When I’m finished she’s a panting mess, her back slightly arched, her head tilting back a bit, and small whimpers escaping her mouth. I spray her gently with the shower head and then sit back and enjoy my handiwork.
She opens her eyes. “Now what?” she asks softly.
“You can come now, babe.”
“Touch me, Ronin,” she begs.
I shake my head. “Sorry, no can do, Gidget. But I’ll let you watch as I touch myself and let’s just see if that’s enough to get you started.” I reach down and grab my dick and start pumping. Slow and long strokes.
Her mouth falls open, then closes a little as her eyes lower to watch my hand. She bites her lip again, but this time it’s not to try maintain control. I pump a little faster and that makes her breathe out a seductively long moan and close her eyes.
I lead her to the center of the room, drop her hand, then sit down on the bed and lean back. “Take your clothes off, Rook.” I unbutton my suit trousers and slip my hand in my pants. My gaze never leaves Rook’s face. She watches everything I do and when I grab myself she takes in a short quick breath, then looks me in the eyes and slides her hand down her hip until her fingertips reach the first clasp on the garter. In seconds, all those straps are hanging loose and she wiggles the thin band of lacy fabric over her curvy hips and it drops to the floor.
She steps out of the little circle and sticks one leg out in front and bends the other so she can lean over and roll her stocking down. When she gets it to the ankle she steps forward and places her foot on my thigh.
I accept her invitation and slide the stocking off with her stiletto. They join the garter on the floor, a small pile beginning to form.
She repeats this and then my heart starts to beat wildly as she slides the straps of the sheer black teddy down her shoulders. Her ni**les are bunched up and hard and her br**sts push against the fabric as she wiggles it free from her body.
And then she takes my hand and places it on the string of her panties.
But I take her hand and place it between her legs. “You love it when I watch you, too.”
Her fingertips start a slow circle over her slit and then push against the fabric of her panties. And I swear, I swear to f**king God, I have to reach out and make her stop or I’ll lose it.
Her eyes rest on mine and she smiles.
She wins this one.
“Take them off, please,” she says sweetly as she pulls the string against her hip, then releases it, making it snap against her skin.
A guttural growl escapes from my throat as I tug her panties down and let them drop to the floor. She stands naked before me. “Now what?”
I stand up and undress myself slowly. Her eyes never leave my hands. Her gaze follows my suit coat as I drape it over a chair then returns to me in time to catch me removing the tie from around my neck.
Her little Gidget tongue darts out, wets her lips, and then she takes a deep breath that makes her chest expand and lift up her br**sts. My dick is so hard it’s holding up the damn trousers and it takes me a second to free myself from the pants.
“Now, the shower,” I finally answer her.
She tilts her head and smiles. “I thought shower sex was boring?”
“Who said anything about sex?”
She cocks an eyebrow at me. “I’m listening…”
“Follow me, Gidget.” I take her across the hall to the bathroom and flick my fingers across the control panel to bring up the steam and a light drizzle. This is my favorite setting, the setting I always use when we’re about to get busy in the shower. When I look back at her she’s biting her lip. “What?” I ask.
“Looks pretty boring so far.”
I laugh. “Is that right?” I take her inside the shower and gently push her until the backs of her knees hit the tiled bench at the far end of the stall. “Have a seat,” I say in a whisper. She smirks at me, like she knows what’s going on. But her expression falters when I look over my shoulder as I walk out of the shower and open a small built-in cupboard on the other side of the bathroom. I pull out a brand-new lady razor, the kind with all that soapy shit attached directly to the blade, and snap it on the handle.
“What are you doing?” Rook asks as I kneel down in front of her.
“What’s it look like I’m doing?” I press against her inner thighs and open her legs up and then palm the light covering of hair between her legs and tickle her until she squirms.
She chews on her lips, trying to chase her blushing smile away. “But you told me to let it grow out after the body painting.”
“I did.”
“Why?”
“So I could shave it off.” I grab her hair conditioner off the shelf and squirt some on the tips of my fingers and gently cover the little strip between her legs. I don’t check her expression again, but I know exactly what it looks like based on her breathing. I start at the top of her hairline and use long strokes to shave her smooth. I want to rub my whole hand over the skin there, but I’m trying to keep her from coming as long as I can, and that would definitely work against me.
When I finish with the easy parts I grab her ankles and lift them up next to her hips so her feet are flat on the bench and I have access to the hidden parts. I take a lot more time in this area and I have to stop periodically to allow her to calm down from my touches. It’s inevitable that my fingers will drive her crazy. I mean, they are my fingers, right? I wink at her after I finish this thought. She’s too busy squirming to notice.
When I’m finished she’s a panting mess, her back slightly arched, her head tilting back a bit, and small whimpers escaping her mouth. I spray her gently with the shower head and then sit back and enjoy my handiwork.
She opens her eyes. “Now what?” she asks softly.
“You can come now, babe.”
“Touch me, Ronin,” she begs.
I shake my head. “Sorry, no can do, Gidget. But I’ll let you watch as I touch myself and let’s just see if that’s enough to get you started.” I reach down and grab my dick and start pumping. Slow and long strokes.
Her mouth falls open, then closes a little as her eyes lower to watch my hand. She bites her lip again, but this time it’s not to try maintain control. I pump a little faster and that makes her breathe out a seductively long moan and close her eyes.
