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black fishnet stockings. To complete the ensemble, she wore a pair of black lace panties. She hadn’t taken off her high heels, either.
“Interesting bows,” said Michael, his voice hoarse.
Two incongruous pink ribbons laced through the top of her stockings, each puckered into bows. The color looked bold against the black of her lingerie—a touch of whimsy among items meant to seduce.
Michael’s gaze feasted on her and she knew he wanted to devour her. Literally. She wanted to feel the magic between them, just as she had that first night. But this time, they would both be clear-headed, willing, and completely able.
“Shall I undress for you?” Her hands hovered at the edge of her corset.
“No.” Michael shed his coat and jacket, dropping them carelessly. He looked so handsome in the Armani suit with its crisp blue shirt. He hadn’t bothered with a tie; instead he’d left the first two buttons open.
He walked to her and stopped. “Are you sure, Valentine? Because if I start, baby, I can’t stop.”
“Sounds like a promise.”
Lust permeated her as his fingers trailed down the corset to slide along the connective ribbons. Then he traced the edge of her stockings to the backs of her thighs. His palms flattened against her skin and rose upward, cupping her buttocks.
Every touch made her skin tingle. She wanted to wrap herself around him and rip off his clothes, but she didn’t. No, she would follow his lead. She would show him that she could take everything he could give—and more.
He released her ass and knelt before her. He unsnapped her stockings from the corset. Then he untied each pink bow and pulled out the ribbons. He stood up and draped one ribbon around Val’s neck. The other, he tucked into his pants pocket.
Starting from the bottom of the corset, he unhooked each eyelet. It was torture to wait for every snick of release. Val wanted to feel his hands on her badly, but it was as if he was keeping his fingers from her skin deliberately. By the time he’d worked his way to the last catch, she panted and moaned as her heart pounded fiercely.
He removed the corset, tossing it to the floor. Her breasts, freed from the constraint, ached to be caressed and kissed. Michael met those needs. Leaning down, he drew one nipple into his mouth and sucked it into hardness. Electric thrills raced to her cunt. Her panties were already soaked and she wanted to pull them off, but she remained stationary. Much of her pleasure was derived from doing only what Michael wanted her to do.
When her nipple was stiff and aching, Michael took one end of the long ribbon dangling from her neck and drew it around the taut peak. “Lift your breast,” he said in a low voice.
She did as he asked.
He twisted the nipple hard and she sucked in a breath as pain shot through her. He looped the end around her nipple and tied it tightly. Her nipple pulsed and reddened, but the hurtful tingles offered her more pleasure than pain. She sucked in deep breaths, her body quivering with need.
Michael bent to her other breast and tormented her nipple with lips and tongue. With one breast caught in a sensual trap, she could barely tolerate the torment of the other one. She resisted the urge to wiggle off her undies. Damn, she wanted her panties off and his cock inside her. The very idea of getting horizontal with him made her even hotter.
With the ribbon still around her neck, Michael pulled the loose end of the ribbon toward her nipple. Without him asking, she lifted up her breast. Once again, he twisted the already stiff peak and pleasure-pain zipped straight to her weeping pussy.
When he finished tying the second nipple, both her breasts arched slightly upward, the nipples plump from the ties. The ribbon chafed her neck only a little; a small discomfort worth the bliss felt by her well-loved breasts.
Michael’s finger dipped into her panties and stroked her very wet pussy. He looked at her, his eyes shining like sapphires. “Do
“Interesting bows,” said Michael, his voice hoarse.
Two incongruous pink ribbons laced through the top of her stockings, each puckered into bows. The color looked bold against the black of her lingerie—a touch of whimsy among items meant to seduce.
Michael’s gaze feasted on her and she knew he wanted to devour her. Literally. She wanted to feel the magic between them, just as she had that first night. But this time, they would both be clear-headed, willing, and completely able.
“Shall I undress for you?” Her hands hovered at the edge of her corset.
“No.” Michael shed his coat and jacket, dropping them carelessly. He looked so handsome in the Armani suit with its crisp blue shirt. He hadn’t bothered with a tie; instead he’d left the first two buttons open.
He walked to her and stopped. “Are you sure, Valentine? Because if I start, baby, I can’t stop.”
“Sounds like a promise.”
Lust permeated her as his fingers trailed down the corset to slide along the connective ribbons. Then he traced the edge of her stockings to the backs of her thighs. His palms flattened against her skin and rose upward, cupping her buttocks.
Every touch made her skin tingle. She wanted to wrap herself around him and rip off his clothes, but she didn’t. No, she would follow his lead. She would show him that she could take everything he could give—and more.
He released her ass and knelt before her. He unsnapped her stockings from the corset. Then he untied each pink bow and pulled out the ribbons. He stood up and draped one ribbon around Val’s neck. The other, he tucked into his pants pocket.
Starting from the bottom of the corset, he unhooked each eyelet. It was torture to wait for every snick of release. Val wanted to feel his hands on her badly, but it was as if he was keeping his fingers from her skin deliberately. By the time he’d worked his way to the last catch, she panted and moaned as her heart pounded fiercely.
He removed the corset, tossing it to the floor. Her breasts, freed from the constraint, ached to be caressed and kissed. Michael met those needs. Leaning down, he drew one nipple into his mouth and sucked it into hardness. Electric thrills raced to her cunt. Her panties were already soaked and she wanted to pull them off, but she remained stationary. Much of her pleasure was derived from doing only what Michael wanted her to do.
When her nipple was stiff and aching, Michael took one end of the long ribbon dangling from her neck and drew it around the taut peak. “Lift your breast,” he said in a low voice.
She did as he asked.
He twisted the nipple hard and she sucked in a breath as pain shot through her. He looped the end around her nipple and tied it tightly. Her nipple pulsed and reddened, but the hurtful tingles offered her more pleasure than pain. She sucked in deep breaths, her body quivering with need.
Michael bent to her other breast and tormented her nipple with lips and tongue. With one breast caught in a sensual trap, she could barely tolerate the torment of the other one. She resisted the urge to wiggle off her undies. Damn, she wanted her panties off and his cock inside her. The very idea of getting horizontal with him made her even hotter.
With the ribbon still around her neck, Michael pulled the loose end of the ribbon toward her nipple. Without him asking, she lifted up her breast. Once again, he twisted the already stiff peak and pleasure-pain zipped straight to her weeping pussy.
When he finished tying the second nipple, both her breasts arched slightly upward, the nipples plump from the ties. The ribbon chafed her neck only a little; a small discomfort worth the bliss felt by her well-loved breasts.
Michael’s finger dipped into her panties and stroked her very wet pussy. He looked at her, his eyes shining like sapphires. “Do
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