Page 16 of The Penalty

I drop my eyes. His gaze is a little too much. A little too heavy for this meeting of strangers.

“Don’t look away. I want to see those gorgeous blue eyes."

I flick them back up, and he spins me around. “Can I...”

His fingers are toying with the zipper on the back of my costume.

“Please.” I want to feel those hands on my skin so badly, but he takes his time, drawing the zipper down slowly inch by inch, planting soft kisses on my spine as he goes. Shivers run through me at the gentle brushes of his lips until I’m on the verge of combustion. He hits the bottom of the zipper and places one last kiss on my lower back when I don’t think I can take any more of the sweet torture.

Hands smooth up my back, parting the constricting fabric as they go. They slide under the suit at my shoulders, dragging it down my arms. The material slips off and the top half falls to my waist.

He rubs up and down the ribbed sides of the corset I’ve got on underneath, and I’m suddenly conscious of the way my hips spill out under the tight fit of the lingerie. It makes the costume look fantastic, but I definitely don’t look like a Victoria’s Secretmodel. They strut down runways confidently in corsets that have nothing to hold in.

I spin around before he can peel the rest of my costume off, needing a little balance between us. I find the hem of his black shirt and look back at him. “Can I?”

He smiles. “Yes, please. I want to feel your beautiful skin pressed up against mine. To see if it’s as soft as it looks.”

Sounds good to me. I drag the shirt up and over his broad torso, and the sight of his bare skin almost takes my breath away. He belongs in some stuffy old museum. An example of the perfection of the human body. An interesting variety of tattoos covers the packed mass of muscles on his chest. His abs are unreal. I have an urge to lick the dips and curves of his stomach. My hands fly down to the roll of my stomach pushed out from under the corset, but he stops me. His hands close over mine, pulling them away and drops to his knees, kissing my softness.

“You are so beautiful.”

His lips land on my right hip in a soft kiss, followed by a gentle nip. He takes his time, repeating the move across my lower stomach. I forget to be self conscious as my legs liquify while he takes his time peeling the tight suit off. I’m a little shaky on my feet by the time he finishes and rises to his feet.

“Good?” he asks, looking me in the eye.

I give him a dreamy smile and nod. “Incredible.”

I’m standing before him now in nothing but the corset and a black lace thong, but his pants are still in the way. When my fingers fumble with the buckle on his belt, he takes over,sliding it out of the loops faster than I could have managed in this state. I track the movement of those skilled hands as he unzips, slipping the black cargo pants off to reveal a pair of red boxer briefs barely containing the hard length underneath.

It’s way too tempting, so I reach out and stroke the length of it while it strains against the soft cotton fabric. It twitches under my touch, and he groans. His hands clasp my ass, jerking me up in his arms.

“Don’t pick me up. I’m too heavy.” The awareness comes back to me.

His chuckle is low and dark. “Are you kidding me? I’ve got equipment bags that weigh more than you. I’ve got this.”

It feels solid. No sign of him struggling, so I wrap my legs around his waist to give myself a more secure hold, but it’s hardly worth the effort. His long legs eat up the ground and he’s dropping me onto the massive bed before I’ve latched on properly. Now it’s his turn to do a little fumbling as he struggles to get his thick fingers to unlatch the hook closures of the corset.

I watch him sweat for a moment before I intervene. “My turn,” I tell him, making quick work of the fastening running the length of the garment. I have more than enough experience with these sorts of contraptions. A prime example of what women are expected to wear in comics and anything in the sci-fi or fantasy genre. My already fantastic tits look even better, though, so it can be fun sometimes. Although my superhero wears a costume that’s a little more on the comfortable side of the spectrum. A little less restrictive.

The fabric parts in the front, releasing my breasts from captivity. Dev’s eyes are locked on them as soon as they’re free and he reaches out to cup them. They’re a perfect fit for his hands. The rough pads of his thumbs create a delicious friction as he circles my nipples.

I’m arching into his touch, squeezing my thighs together, needing some sort of friction to ease the ache between my legs.

“I’ve been waiting to get my hands on these all day.”

The need in his voice is so palpable I can almost feel it on my skin.

“Me too.”

I’m not sure when my eyes fell shut, but it’s a pleasant shock when the wet heat of his tongue swipes over my center. Very few guys are willing to go there for a one-night stand. Hopefully, this one will last all weekend. I could get used to this treatment.

His skilled mouth licks and sucks and nibbles until I’m nothing but sensations. Heat, tingles, and aches on every part of my body. He teases and toys with my entrance, never quite dipping in. Need is rising in my lower core. An urgent ache building stronger with each touch.

He lifts my legs, dropping them on his shoulders in a slick move that has me feeling light as a feather while he continues to lavish my clit with love.

My legs are trembling, and I don’t think I can make it another second of the teasing. “Please. I need more.”

“What do you need?” His lips send sharp vibrations through me to the point I’m about to lose it when he backs away.

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