Part 35 (1/2)
”Less talk and more action,” he said.
She answered with a nervous laugh. ”What should I do?”
”You want suggestions?”
”Yes.”
He swallowed, wondering how far she trusted him. ”I'd love it if you took off your s.h.i.+rt, so I could see your beautiful b.r.e.a.s.t.s. And I'd love it if you'd lean over and brush them against my chest.”
Her breath caught. ”You could grab me.”
”I won't. I'll keep my hands behind my head...” He laughed. ”Even if it kills me.”
She hesitated for a long moment, staring off into s.p.a.ce. He watched her take her bottom lip between her teeth.
”Don't do it if it scares you.”
”I want to... be close to you.”
”Good. That's all I want from you, As close as you want. When you want. And how you want.”
She focused on his face, watching him carefully as she fingered the b.u.t.ton at the top of her s.h.i.+rt, then slipped it open. She worked her way down the placket and sat with the front hanging open.
He barely breathed, waiting.
Finally, in one quick motion, she pulled the s.h.i.+rt off.
Her breath was rapid now, and she looked like she was getting ready to leap away from him.
He tried to look relaxed when every muscle in his body was rigid with need.
”You are so beautiful,” he whispered.
”Am I?”
”Oh yeah. Your b.r.e.a.s.t.s are perfect. And I love the way your nipples look. All puckered. It makes me feel powerful to know I did that without even touching you.”
She swallowed and gave a small nod.
”If you want to, I'd love to feel them against my chest.”
She hesitated, and he knew that she might not be able to go any further. Not tonight.
Keeping her eyes on him, she slowly leaned over so that she could brush her nipples against his chest, the hardened tips like fire against his skin.
”Lord, that's good,” he gasped out and fought to keep his hands where they were.
She made a small whimpering sound, increasing the pressure a little, driving him insane with need. But he didn't move a muscle, only let her do what she wanted. At her own speed.
She kissed his cheek, them moved back a little, pressing her hand to his chest. ”Your heard is pounding.”