I opened the door to the bathroom, slowly, suddenly losing my confidence. I froze, looking at my feet wondering what on earth had possessed me to do this. I almost turned back to hide in the bathroom, when I heard you say my name “Brittany,” you said it breathily, and full of an emotion I had never heard in a man’s voice.
I slowly looked up at you, not brave enough to look at your eyes first. I looked at the foot of the bed. Then your feet. Up to your thighs. Then I stopped, the front of your boxers was tented. I instantly knew that I had caused it, and that fascinated me. After pausing there for more than a few seconds, I looked up to your face. You grinned mischievously at me and I knew you saw my stare. I blushed as red as my lingerie.
Your voice was quiet but intense, almost a growl, “Brittany if you don’t get over here now, I’m going over there to get you.”
“Oh and what will you do once you’re over here?” I asked, teasing was good, it put me at ease.
You started to get off the bed. “Don’t,” I said, quickly, I was either going to be in control or get scared and run fromt he room. You looked at me eyebrow raised but just sat there, your back against the headboard.
I took a deep breath and walked towards the bed, confident my hips swaying. I looked over your body, again pausing at the part of your boxers that protruded obviously. I heard you groan and realized I had licked my lips without thinking about it. I blushed again, but remembering I was supposed to be seducing you I lifted my head and grinned.
I stood by the bed looking at you. I watched you lift your hand and touch the hem of the nightie. I wanted you to touch my thigh, I wanted to feel your fingers on my skin. I touched your hair looking down at you, watching your eyes travel up my body felt like the most intimate of caresses, it took all my control not to shudder with the intense burn suddenly causing my muscles to contract. I wanted to run and hide but another part of me wanted to know what you thought of me.
I lifted your chin and made you look at me. I was almost moved to tears by the emotion there. The love in your eyes was breath-taking. I was though I would see disappointment, there wasn’t even a hint of it.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I’m only looking at you the way a man should look at a beautiful woman,” you said it with so much truth.
The way you said it, the sincerity in your eyes. I had never felt so precious. I had always thought of myself as plain, but you made me feel like a goddess. While I was staring in to your eyes and glowing from your compliment I reached down and pulled the hem up and over my head. You looked over my body again and this time I looked, again to your face which held not only love but lust. I glanced away and my eyes were captured when I saw you twitch in your boxers. The idea that I could make your body react that way brought a stir in my lower abdomen and my nipples tightened against the lace of my bra.
“Good to know I’m not the only one,” you said, in that hushed voice.
“Definitely not the only one,” I said, taking a deep breath to steady my heart.
“So what are you going to do about it?” you asked, reminding me of a few of our conversations and bringing a blush to my cheeks.
Then I looked down in to your eyes and I realize that I needed you today regardless of my insecurities or modesty.