Page 31 of Mayfair Madame
“Why don’t you look?” Feeling bold, I took a step back, slipped the straps of the dress down my arms, and let it fall to theground. I stood before her in a black, skimpy thong, the tiny scrap of fabric barely covering my pubic hair.
What would she do? Had I pushed her too far?
She reached out a trembling hand, then pulled it back sharply.
“You can touch, Ellie. I won’t bite.”
She tried again and gently stroked the fading bruises on my breast. My nipples puckered in response. She skimmed one of them with her fingers, then rolled it gently between her thumb and index finger. Not hard but firm enough for it to shoot straight to my wet pussy.
Fuck, it felt so good.
“Ellie,” I whispered. I knew where I wanted this to go, but not if that was what she wanted too.
Her lips on mine were the answer I wanted. Hands gripped my hips and brought me to her. Harsh breaths filled the air as she deepened the kiss, her tender lips moving against mine.
With coffee forgotten, and our arms entwined, Ellie pressed me against the wall, her lips now on my jaw, gentle nibbles igniting me from the inside.
Whoa, unexpected but not unwelcome.
I rested my head back and opened my mouth as her tongue explored my goosebump-covered flesh. I flattened my hands against the wall, parted my legs slightly, and let her explore.
She licked and nipped at my skin, gradually making her way to my breasts. I groaned, aching with need.
“Is this okay?” she asked, her voice husky.
“More than okay. I’d have told you if it wasn’t.”
“I wanted to hold you that first night I met you. You’d been hurt in the worst possible way. It took all my strength to walk away from you and not give you the comfort you so desperately needed, but you had Emmeline. She was far better placed to do that.”
“I would have preferred you.” All the time we talked, she trailed her hands over my naked flesh, peppering my body with tender kisses.
“You’re so beautiful. What would you want with someone like me?” Sadness laced her words.
“Hey.” I lifted her chin to look into her eyes. “You are worthy of my attention, Ellie, and I want to show you how much.”
I kissed her again, slowly and softly. Her knee pushed my legs farther apart, and I straddled her thigh. The rough fabric of her jeans rubbed against my clit, and I moaned into her mouth, wanting and needing more.
I inhaled deeply and held my breath as her lips left mine and latched onto my nipple. It had been so long since anyone had paid me this kind of attention.
“Take off your clothes, Ellie. Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable.” Like my bed!
As quickly as it began, it stopped. She took a step back, and I shivered as her warm hands left my body. “I-I-I can’t do that.”
“Please, Ellie, you can.” I worked my thong down my legs and kicked it off to the side. Now I was completely bare. “I would really love to see you, Ellie.”
I stroked down my body and watched her face. She licked her lips, and I knew she wanted me, but was I pushing too hard?
I continued to tease my body, rubbed my hands over my tits, pinched the peaked nipples. All the while, her eyes grew wider.
I burnt for her touch. “Do you want me?” I pushed my hips farther and spread my legs, giving her a glimpse of my clit.
She nodded but didn’t touch me.
I had no shame where sex was concerned. With the right person, it could be an exciting and sensual experience.
I licked my fingers and moved them lower. Her eyes tracked every movement.
I rubbed my clit slowly, coating my fingers with my arousal. I was already wet for her, but it wasn’t enough.
