night, the blades inched upward. So cold, they were so cold on her sensitized skin. It felt so sinfully good. A fiery heat pulsed in her pussy, and she twisted, straining to get closer to that icy touch.
“Don’t move. Stay perfectly still. One too-fast move, one tiny slip could be very bad.” Her hands clamped on the edge of the shelf, knuckles white with her grip. Danger heightened each slow scrape until her skin shrieked with want. The scissors climbed higher on her thigh, deeper along the inside of her leg, until they whispered over the private hollow where her cutoffs covered her. Darkened with her juices, the denim was slick and hot. Bram smiled an iniquitous smile and removed the cold blades. She missed the sharp scrape and the frigid glide instantly. Her knees tightened on his and he shook his head.
“Sometimes, you have to look for just the right place and not go straight for the obvious mark. Sometimes, you have to…peel the top off so you can get a better view.”
The scissors aimed for her breastbone, to where her heart hammered. They opened and took a fast snip right in the middle of her tank top. The quick snick boomed like a thunderclap, loud even over the blood drumming in her ears. Razor-sharp edges slid down her front, parting the faded cotton, exposing her pale peach bra. The raspy glide screamed through her body with a jolt of excitement. Bram jammed the scissors back in his cup and peeled the fabric open. His hands shook slightly and his pupils were dilated until only a thin line of crystal blue showed. His thumbs circled the peaked fabric over her tingling nipples.
He retrieved his shears. The watery soda clinging to the blades pooled at the tip for a fragile second then fell to her stomach, searing with a wet kiss. She held her breath as that lethal-looking metal drew closer.
“So many layers to get through. Each one reveals a better idea of how to proceed. Do I cut here?” The icy scissors grazed the upper curve of her left breast. “Would it be better to start here?” A slow move dragged the spiky tip along her bra edge to the very center point then climbed higher, over the right breast. “Maybe over here would give me better access. Which one is best?”
Oxygen, she needed to breathe. Her chest rose with her inhale but the blades never pressed harder than a frosty flick. She jumped when her bra snapped open, unaware he’d clipped the band between her breasts until the material sprang apart.
His throat rose with a harsh swallow. “So fucking beautiful.”
The cold press of the window against the sharp blinds bit into her shoulders and the heat in his gaze whipped through her, fanning the flames on her simmering need. The ache between her legs increased when the scissors traced from her breastbone to her pebbled crest. The access lights glinted off the keen edge as it circled her darkening areola. With just the very tip, Bram coaxed it to a tighter peak. A whimper passed her lips and his gaze leapt to her face.
An appeal for him to hurry parted her lips but never escaped as the scissors slid over the bottom curve, tracing the heaviness of her swollen breast. Goose bumps erupted that had nothing to do with the cooling metal and everything to do with the sear of its path. A jagged edge of need scored her as it trekked down her stomach to dip into her navel. It sank lower and her whimper came again.
Bram’s voice was thick with lust and husky with restrained need. “Once the top is exposed, then you can see exactly where to go, where to make that final cut.”
“Please.” Her plea was a hiss, a prayer.
The now-warm point slid across her zipper, scraping with a ratcheting grind that stretched her quivering nerves. The second she thought she would go crazy, the biting tips glided along her soaked-through cutoffs and stopped dead center over her throbbing clit. A dry gulp worked her throat as she sucked in great gasping breaths. She was ready to explode and he hadn’t even touched
“Don’t move. Stay perfectly still. One too-fast move, one tiny slip could be very bad.” Her hands clamped on the edge of the shelf, knuckles white with her grip. Danger heightened each slow scrape until her skin shrieked with want. The scissors climbed higher on her thigh, deeper along the inside of her leg, until they whispered over the private hollow where her cutoffs covered her. Darkened with her juices, the denim was slick and hot. Bram smiled an iniquitous smile and removed the cold blades. She missed the sharp scrape and the frigid glide instantly. Her knees tightened on his and he shook his head.
“Sometimes, you have to look for just the right place and not go straight for the obvious mark. Sometimes, you have to…peel the top off so you can get a better view.”
The scissors aimed for her breastbone, to where her heart hammered. They opened and took a fast snip right in the middle of her tank top. The quick snick boomed like a thunderclap, loud even over the blood drumming in her ears. Razor-sharp edges slid down her front, parting the faded cotton, exposing her pale peach bra. The raspy glide screamed through her body with a jolt of excitement. Bram jammed the scissors back in his cup and peeled the fabric open. His hands shook slightly and his pupils were dilated until only a thin line of crystal blue showed. His thumbs circled the peaked fabric over her tingling nipples.
He retrieved his shears. The watery soda clinging to the blades pooled at the tip for a fragile second then fell to her stomach, searing with a wet kiss. She held her breath as that lethal-looking metal drew closer.
“So many layers to get through. Each one reveals a better idea of how to proceed. Do I cut here?” The icy scissors grazed the upper curve of her left breast. “Would it be better to start here?” A slow move dragged the spiky tip along her bra edge to the very center point then climbed higher, over the right breast. “Maybe over here would give me better access. Which one is best?”
Oxygen, she needed to breathe. Her chest rose with her inhale but the blades never pressed harder than a frosty flick. She jumped when her bra snapped open, unaware he’d clipped the band between her breasts until the material sprang apart.
His throat rose with a harsh swallow. “So fucking beautiful.”
The cold press of the window against the sharp blinds bit into her shoulders and the heat in his gaze whipped through her, fanning the flames on her simmering need. The ache between her legs increased when the scissors traced from her breastbone to her pebbled crest. The access lights glinted off the keen edge as it circled her darkening areola. With just the very tip, Bram coaxed it to a tighter peak. A whimper passed her lips and his gaze leapt to her face.
An appeal for him to hurry parted her lips but never escaped as the scissors slid over the bottom curve, tracing the heaviness of her swollen breast. Goose bumps erupted that had nothing to do with the cooling metal and everything to do with the sear of its path. A jagged edge of need scored her as it trekked down her stomach to dip into her navel. It sank lower and her whimper came again.
Bram’s voice was thick with lust and husky with restrained need. “Once the top is exposed, then you can see exactly where to go, where to make that final cut.”
“Please.” Her plea was a hiss, a prayer.
The now-warm point slid across her zipper, scraping with a ratcheting grind that stretched her quivering nerves. The second she thought she would go crazy, the biting tips glided along her soaked-through cutoffs and stopped dead center over her throbbing clit. A dry gulp worked her throat as she sucked in great gasping breaths. She was ready to explode and he hadn’t even touched
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