me attach these garters?”
Winter was standing the doorway of the bathroom in three strides of his long, powerful legs. He had both hands on the frame of the door as he looked her partially dressed form over, hunger evident in his gaze.
She gazed down at the mini skirt, the tops of the raw edge thigh highs, already attached to the garters, and her cute platform Mary Jane’s. From the waist up she was still naked, which Winter was clearly appreciating. She watched him through his reflection in the mirror. He entered the bathroom and came up behind her, his hands reaching around her torso to cup her breasts.
“Lo, baby, you are such a fucking tease.”
She scoffed. “As if I knew you would be able to get away from your adoring fans.”
“ Like they were on fire . No bra tonight?”
She shook her head, her eyes meeting his in the reflection, daring him to say something about it.
“Good.” He took his thumb and forefinger and pinched and rolled her nipples, hard, exactly like she liked.
She gasped and leaned back into him. “Ummm. Harder.” She opened her eyes as he plucked at her, holding the pressure till she squirmed.
“ So fucking hot. I have an idea.” He said and grabbed her t-shirt, which was one of her favorites, a Concert T from The Cure that had been modified to a little fitted scrap of fabric that just covered her ribcage. She put it on and he turned her around, lifted her and set her naked ass on the cold lip of the sink. He looked at her and then lifted the shirt over her breasts and smirked.
He leaned down, brushed his lips against the hardened peak. She whimpered, the feeling of flesh on flesh zinging sensation to her core. And then he applied pressure. She gasped and held onto the precarious perch he had her on, determined to not fall.
He sucked and she purred. He nipped and bit down with just enough pressure, soothed the sting with a lave of his tongue and she was all but boneless.
And then he turned his attention to the other one.
She was panting by the time he was finished, keyed up, ultra sensitive, and this close to begging him to fuck her right there. Which was clearly his intent because he pulled back, surveyed his handy work and lowered the shirt slowly, making sure she had the most sensation she could have from the material dragging over the slightly damp flesh.
She shook, looked up at him with pleading eyes and he gave her a very smug look.
“That’s fucking perfect.” He traced the prominent numb that protruded from her breast with the pad of his finger. “And I know just how to keep them like that too.”
As she had calmed enough to move on her own she hopped down and turned back to the mirror, admiring his handiwork. Her nipples looked hard enough to cut glass, and what’s more, they felt like they could. She moved, and the shirt abraded the sensitive flesh and she almost fell, the feeling sending shivers to her core. What the fuck did he do to her?
She gave him a sexy little smile in the mirror and then picked up her new favorite lipstick, a sexy purple shade by Lime Crime and painted her lips with it. Winter leaned in just as she was blotting and whispered in her ear.
“You think you’re going to be able to perform tonight?” he asked as he slipped his hand between her thighs and glided through her wet folds. “You’re practically soaking my hand here. Funny what a little nipple biting will do to you? I will have to remember that.” He slipped two fingers into her and pumped slowly.
Lola was already on edge, this was just a tease and she supposed that was his plan. He felt so good, like that morning, his calloused fingers nimble inside her. Gods did he know how to touch her.
“You really should wear knickers tonight love… “
“Why? You don’t want anyone to check me out from the crowd?”
Winter growled and leaned down and nipped her earlobe. “I could give a shit less. I just want something I can rip off with my teeth.” He pulled his hand
Winter was standing the doorway of the bathroom in three strides of his long, powerful legs. He had both hands on the frame of the door as he looked her partially dressed form over, hunger evident in his gaze.
She gazed down at the mini skirt, the tops of the raw edge thigh highs, already attached to the garters, and her cute platform Mary Jane’s. From the waist up she was still naked, which Winter was clearly appreciating. She watched him through his reflection in the mirror. He entered the bathroom and came up behind her, his hands reaching around her torso to cup her breasts.
“Lo, baby, you are such a fucking tease.”
She scoffed. “As if I knew you would be able to get away from your adoring fans.”
“ Like they were on fire . No bra tonight?”
She shook her head, her eyes meeting his in the reflection, daring him to say something about it.
“Good.” He took his thumb and forefinger and pinched and rolled her nipples, hard, exactly like she liked.
She gasped and leaned back into him. “Ummm. Harder.” She opened her eyes as he plucked at her, holding the pressure till she squirmed.
“ So fucking hot. I have an idea.” He said and grabbed her t-shirt, which was one of her favorites, a Concert T from The Cure that had been modified to a little fitted scrap of fabric that just covered her ribcage. She put it on and he turned her around, lifted her and set her naked ass on the cold lip of the sink. He looked at her and then lifted the shirt over her breasts and smirked.
He leaned down, brushed his lips against the hardened peak. She whimpered, the feeling of flesh on flesh zinging sensation to her core. And then he applied pressure. She gasped and held onto the precarious perch he had her on, determined to not fall.
He sucked and she purred. He nipped and bit down with just enough pressure, soothed the sting with a lave of his tongue and she was all but boneless.
And then he turned his attention to the other one.
She was panting by the time he was finished, keyed up, ultra sensitive, and this close to begging him to fuck her right there. Which was clearly his intent because he pulled back, surveyed his handy work and lowered the shirt slowly, making sure she had the most sensation she could have from the material dragging over the slightly damp flesh.
She shook, looked up at him with pleading eyes and he gave her a very smug look.
“That’s fucking perfect.” He traced the prominent numb that protruded from her breast with the pad of his finger. “And I know just how to keep them like that too.”
As she had calmed enough to move on her own she hopped down and turned back to the mirror, admiring his handiwork. Her nipples looked hard enough to cut glass, and what’s more, they felt like they could. She moved, and the shirt abraded the sensitive flesh and she almost fell, the feeling sending shivers to her core. What the fuck did he do to her?
She gave him a sexy little smile in the mirror and then picked up her new favorite lipstick, a sexy purple shade by Lime Crime and painted her lips with it. Winter leaned in just as she was blotting and whispered in her ear.
“You think you’re going to be able to perform tonight?” he asked as he slipped his hand between her thighs and glided through her wet folds. “You’re practically soaking my hand here. Funny what a little nipple biting will do to you? I will have to remember that.” He slipped two fingers into her and pumped slowly.
Lola was already on edge, this was just a tease and she supposed that was his plan. He felt so good, like that morning, his calloused fingers nimble inside her. Gods did he know how to touch her.
“You really should wear knickers tonight love… “
“Why? You don’t want anyone to check me out from the crowd?”
Winter growled and leaned down and nipped her earlobe. “I could give a shit less. I just want something I can rip off with my teeth.” He pulled his hand
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