head, running my fingers through his thick, dark hair.
He kisses me through my dress, right on my pubic bone, and then slightly lower. Even through two layers of cloth, my clit is aching for his touch. He runs his hand along the inside of my thigh, getting close to my panties. I gasp and grab the wall next to me for support.
He sees me stumble and stands, pulling me to him. He kisses my forehead, my nose, my cheeks. His hot breath trails along my jaw until he finally finds my mouth with his. The kiss is slow at first, his tongue dancing lazily around mine, and I kiss him back. He slides his hands up the sides of my body, barely brushing my breasts with his thumbs. My body sings, as his hands ride back down my torso and cup my backside. He lifts me, hoisting my skirt up and wrapping my legs around his waist.
He presses his hardness into me as I unbutton his shirt, getting lost once more in his hot, wet kisses that intensify as we somehow make it to the bedroom. He lays me down on the bed, but instead of joining me, he stands up and removes his pants and boxers. He walks around the bed, totally naked now. His biceps are bulging, his abs rock hard—and so is his… ohmygod. It’s even bigger than I remember.
I lick my lips.
Opening a drawer on the bedside table, he removes a box of condoms. He retrieves one and sets it on the table. His gaze slides over to me, and then back to the box. With a sly smile, he takes out a second condom and sets it beside the first. I just watch him, not sure what to do. I want him to rip off my dress. As much as I love it, it’s creating a barrier between my body and his. I arch my back and plead with my eyes until he lies down next to me, gliding his fingers slowly over my body. I can’t tell which turns me on more—his hand brushing over my Yes Dress, or the fact that he’s completely nude as he does it. He lays a hand on one of my breasts, squeezing it, teasing the nipple. I writhe under his touch, amazed at how little he has to do to make me beg.
“Do you want me?” he asks, his voice full of desire.
“Yes,” I manage.
He bends over and kisses me once more—a long, wet , sensual kiss—and then releases me to pull on a condom.
“Aren’t you going to tear my clothes off?” I ask.
Sliding my skirt up, he shakes his head before spreading my legs and rolling on top of me.
“But…”
As if he’s read my mind, he reaches down and pushes aside the crotch of my panties, resting the head of his cock on my sex, rubbing it up and down over my warm wetness.
“Are you ready for me?” he asks.
“Yes,” I answer, near breathless with desire.
He shakes his head, smiling wickedly. “I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes,” I plead.
He thrusts himself inside me full force, pushing hard and fast. As he does so, he rips at the top of my dress, freeing my chest from the fabric and then from my bra. He squeezes my breasts as he pounds into me—harder, faster.
As I come, he continues his pace, somehow managing to push in even farther. I come harder, the spasms so long and so good that I cry out. At last he comes, holding me close as his body releases his energy into me.
As our breathing returns to normal, I notice that I’m no longer dressed. It takes a little searching to find the scraps of my panties around one of my ankles. My dress is in shreds near the foot of the bed. And I’m not sure how I made it out of the straps, but my bra is nowhere to be seen. The only things I’m still wearing are my heels.
Geoffrey goes to the bathroom to clean himself up, and I look around curiously for my bra. I don’t expect to find it in one piece, but I can’t find any part of it anywhere.
“If you’re looking for your bra, I’m not sure you’ll find it,” Geoffrey says, standing in the doorway. He’s still naked, still mind meltingly sexy.
“Why is that?” I ask.
“The way I went at it, I’m pretty sure it’s dust.” He walks back over to the bed and lies down next to me.
He kisses me through my dress, right on my pubic bone, and then slightly lower. Even through two layers of cloth, my clit is aching for his touch. He runs his hand along the inside of my thigh, getting close to my panties. I gasp and grab the wall next to me for support.
He sees me stumble and stands, pulling me to him. He kisses my forehead, my nose, my cheeks. His hot breath trails along my jaw until he finally finds my mouth with his. The kiss is slow at first, his tongue dancing lazily around mine, and I kiss him back. He slides his hands up the sides of my body, barely brushing my breasts with his thumbs. My body sings, as his hands ride back down my torso and cup my backside. He lifts me, hoisting my skirt up and wrapping my legs around his waist.
He presses his hardness into me as I unbutton his shirt, getting lost once more in his hot, wet kisses that intensify as we somehow make it to the bedroom. He lays me down on the bed, but instead of joining me, he stands up and removes his pants and boxers. He walks around the bed, totally naked now. His biceps are bulging, his abs rock hard—and so is his… ohmygod. It’s even bigger than I remember.
I lick my lips.
Opening a drawer on the bedside table, he removes a box of condoms. He retrieves one and sets it on the table. His gaze slides over to me, and then back to the box. With a sly smile, he takes out a second condom and sets it beside the first. I just watch him, not sure what to do. I want him to rip off my dress. As much as I love it, it’s creating a barrier between my body and his. I arch my back and plead with my eyes until he lies down next to me, gliding his fingers slowly over my body. I can’t tell which turns me on more—his hand brushing over my Yes Dress, or the fact that he’s completely nude as he does it. He lays a hand on one of my breasts, squeezing it, teasing the nipple. I writhe under his touch, amazed at how little he has to do to make me beg.
“Do you want me?” he asks, his voice full of desire.
“Yes,” I manage.
He bends over and kisses me once more—a long, wet , sensual kiss—and then releases me to pull on a condom.
“Aren’t you going to tear my clothes off?” I ask.
Sliding my skirt up, he shakes his head before spreading my legs and rolling on top of me.
“But…”
As if he’s read my mind, he reaches down and pushes aside the crotch of my panties, resting the head of his cock on my sex, rubbing it up and down over my warm wetness.
“Are you ready for me?” he asks.
“Yes,” I answer, near breathless with desire.
He shakes his head, smiling wickedly. “I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes,” I plead.
He thrusts himself inside me full force, pushing hard and fast. As he does so, he rips at the top of my dress, freeing my chest from the fabric and then from my bra. He squeezes my breasts as he pounds into me—harder, faster.
As I come, he continues his pace, somehow managing to push in even farther. I come harder, the spasms so long and so good that I cry out. At last he comes, holding me close as his body releases his energy into me.
As our breathing returns to normal, I notice that I’m no longer dressed. It takes a little searching to find the scraps of my panties around one of my ankles. My dress is in shreds near the foot of the bed. And I’m not sure how I made it out of the straps, but my bra is nowhere to be seen. The only things I’m still wearing are my heels.
Geoffrey goes to the bathroom to clean himself up, and I look around curiously for my bra. I don’t expect to find it in one piece, but I can’t find any part of it anywhere.
“If you’re looking for your bra, I’m not sure you’ll find it,” Geoffrey says, standing in the doorway. He’s still naked, still mind meltingly sexy.
“Why is that?” I ask.
“The way I went at it, I’m pretty sure it’s dust.” He walks back over to the bed and lies down next to me.
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