"Come here, baby?" he says. Less hopeful, like he used to be, and more demanding.
"What for?" I ask somewhat dismissively.
He smiles that evil smile. "Come here," he moves to the bed, so do I. "You're so pretty," he whispers and he kisses my lips gently. "Strip."
"Strip?" I ask. Him being so direct isn't unusual, but I'm still easily embarrassed, and he knows it. "Yess." He says, snake like. His hands fall slowly from my face and hair to my shoulders before they graze my breasts over my clothes; I still blush horribly, falling further to rest on my hips.
"Strip." he repeats.
I look into his eyes, seeing the man I know; then move my own hands to the top button of my blouse. I undo one after the other without any fanfare. I know his eyes are following my hands. It makes me a little nervous, as if I haven't done this before. Once they're all undone, he takes my hands in his and kisses my neck. "So pretty," he sighs then sucks lightly. It feels really nice. I mean, really nice. It gives me that butterfly feeling. He's so sweet, so I lean into him. He makes me so wet, and he knows that.
He moves back a bit again; I know he wants me to continue, I do too, so I do.
I slide my blouse over my shoulders, and am suddenly very cold. My nipples tighten. Bras aren't much use usually. I don't mean anything improper by it, they're just not comfortable.
His hands drop mine smoothly and squeeze my breasts tightly. I blush again and move away a bit. It wasn't at all hard enough to hurt, but I wasn't expecting that at all either.
He's smiling as he says "sorry" and thumbs my nipples before caressing my breasts way more gently and kissing my lips again. I do like that. I open my mouth, just a little, and our tongues meet, just a little. That's So exciting, I can barely help myself.
I hold him close to me, and he does the same. His hands go from my breasts to my back. He rubs slowly, then puts his thumbs between the elastic waistband of my skirt and panties and my hips. He goes back to sucking my neck, and moves his hands, panties and all, down more. Then my collarbone, right where I like it. That's good too. I sigh, and I can feel him smile. Then he kisses the top of one of my breasts, and looks up. He's so evil, he's so good. He takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks as he was doing on my neck just moments ago. I have to admit, my breath might be getting a little heaver at this point.
He kisses my stomach, and I run my fingers through his hair. It's always so soft and so nice. I like this part best, almost. With him kissing my stomach and me just, almost, petting him. It's so nice and intimate and innocent. It makes me feel a lot more then you think it would. It gives me those butterflies, I always get so wet.
Of course, he's on his knees now, and my last few garments that were protecting my modesty are now at my knees too. He pushes them to the floor.
