Page 26 of Breakaway Heart
For a moment, I paused bashfully in the spotlight of his stare.
“What have you got in mind exactly, Randy?”
“Iwillmake you come without laying a finger on you, Lucy. But I’ll need your help.” I watched him, relaxed, in control, and enjoying toying with me. “I can’t promise you won’t ask for more later, though.”
“Oh, really?” I said, as dismissively as I could. But by now, my intrigue had the better of me.
“First, the dress.” He said, his eyes flickering across my body.
Fuck. Was I going to undress in front of Randall Jackson? Yes. Yes, I fucking was. I wanted to play, I wanted him to playwith me, and my blood fizzed with a rush of arousal under his gaze.
I fixed a look on him, letting my lips open in a way I hoped was seductive, then I lifted my fingers behind my back and slipped them around the zipper on my dress. Randall leaned forward in delight and fascination, willing me on.Oh, I’ll do this, Randall, but you’re gonna have to wait for it, you’re not the only one who can tease.
His expression started to become flustered as he waited for me to act, his patience wavering, wondering if I might not do it, if I might back out and end the game we were playing.
For my own pleasure, I let go of the zipper and feigned my interest, just to watch his deflated stare. To show him that, despite what he thought, I was the one in control here. I’d decide how far this would go and what I would do.
I screwed up my lips and playfully looked away to the side, as if I was thinking about whether of not to end this right there and then.
“Please,” He gave away his desperation with a slight quiver in his voice. “Don’t stop.”
I felt more relaxed now that it was him begging me, pushing away an unwanted thought that he had probably seen prettier girls than me take their dresses off in front of him. I liked my body and my shape, but giving it up for judgment was a whole other thing.
He noticed my cheeks redden.
“You’re beautiful, Lucy. I already decided the first time we met.”
Those words, along with the deep longing inside, were all I needed, and this time I didn’t hesitate to pull the zipper down. My dress loosening its grip around my body, the zipper crackling in the air around us while he watched me.
I let the open dress slip from me, wiggling it over my hips before letting it fall to my feet. Stood in front of him in just my bra, panties, and heels, I felt oddly powerful as his eyes took me in, relishing the soft skin and curves that had been revealed to him.
“And what now?” I asked coyly.
“Take a step closer.”
My feet stepped out of my heels and the abandoned dress that surrounded them, and I moved toward him, until I was close enough for him to reach out and touch me.
His blue eyes were wide and wild, changing into an animal form. Would he lose control and grab me? Would I do the same to him?
Randy raised his hand slowly, grasping the peach he had taken from the table, then reaching out to gently brush the fur of the fruit against my thighs, rolling it over the skin.
The peach pressed its plump skin on me pleasingly, softly tickling and exciting as it made its way along my skin, traveling up toward and over my panties, across my belly, and then up between my breasts. Randy stood and moved behind me as the soft fuzz rolled over my collarbone and onto the curve of my neck, where he leaned over, his sweet scent making its way into my nose. Then his lips met the fruit on my neck, piercing the skin with a bite.
A drizzle of juice made its way down my neck, over the collarbone it had just traveled from, and then rolled like sweet tears over the top of my breast.
“Come.” Randy breathed into my ear, and I sighed with the heady expectant energy rushing through me. I turned to follow him, only a few footsteps away, and his darkened eyes looked toward the hard, polished wood of the wide walnut desk.
Gesturing with his other, fruitless hand, he simply told me, “On here.”
I raised my knee and climbed up onto the solid dark wood, turning over on ass to face him. He descended on the bare skin of my chest with the dripping peach between his lips as I rolled back.
His mouth traveled lower, leaving traces of the peach’s sweet liquid across me as he slipped along my belly, teasing me with the thought of where I really wanted him to go. The peach pushed under the elastic of my panty-line, and his lips slipped over the material, pulling them from me, first with his mouth, then with his fingers, taking great care to not once touch my skin directly.
The peach lay there oozing just above my fur, and I gasped at the exciting vision of watching his beautiful face and devilish expression rise back up from my feet and between my legs. His lips grasping the fruit again, his eyes firmly and seductively fixed on mine as he sank down between my legs.
Slowly and agonizingly, he rolled it over my plump, excited clit. The soft friction making me moan, teasing me across the sweet folds that invited him.
I watched with an exasperated gulp as he bit down again on the peach, the juices bursting and rushing over his lips, dripping down my inner thighs from his mouth. I couldn’t help but lean back in delight at the sensation.
