I grin. “Strip for me,” I breathe the order out.
Her eyes widen for a second.
I think I’ve pushed her too far.
Then she bites her bottom lip and the look in her eyes is pure lust. She takes a few steps back from me and kicks off her shoes.
I match her, taking off my own shoes and socks.
She runs her hands over the silky material of her dress, moaning softly as her hands skim her body.
I jump up long enough to take off my pants and my boxers, then I sit back down to enjoy the show, glad my cock is finally free of its restraints.
Sierra grins at me and reaches behind herself. She pulls her zipper down and her dress falls to the ground. She kicks it to one side. She stands before me in a pair of pale pink panties, a silver necklace and nothing else.
I feel my heart racing, my temperature soaring off the scale. I stand up and take a step towards her.
She shakes her head. “Sit.”
I am a little shocked, but I find myself following her order, turned on by her commanding tone.
“You can look, but you can’t touch,” she teases me. She runs her tongue over her finger tips.
I imagine the roughness of her tongue and the smoothness of her lips, and how they would feel on my cock. I swallow hard as she takes her nipples in her moistened fingers and begins to work them. She puts her head back, giving me a perfect view of her show.
I can hardly breathe watching her and the breaths I do manage to snatch are ragged and painful, but I don’t care. All I care about is her. I want so badly to grab her and fuck her raw, but I don’t want to miss this. She’s so fucking hot, so fucking sexy, and she’s doing all of this for me.
She’s moaning now, her fingers working faster. She tugs on her nipples, stretching her breasts out and moaning again. She moves her hands lower, rubbing them over her stomach and hips. She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushes them down, kicking them away to join her discarded gown.
“Do you want to see more?” she asks me in a low, husky voice dripping with sex.
“Yes,” I reply, barely able to get the word out.
“Do you want me to touch myself for you?”
I nod, unable to find my voice for a second.
Smiling with her hands resting on her stomach, she teases me with their proximity to her pussy, but not moving any closer. “Tell me,” she says. “Tell me what you want.”
I want to fuck her, but I want this to last. I find my voice, not willing to risk missing out on this, “I want you to play with yourself until you come for me,” I say.
She smiles and reaches between her legs with one hand.
I moan with her as her fingers start to work her clit. I can hear how wet she is as she moves her fingers and I want to touch her, to taste her, to drink in her juices. I resist the urge to go to her, knowing instinctively she’ll let me know when she’s ready for my touch.
As her fingers move, her breathing gets more ragged, and her hot gaze on me gets more intense. If I can’t touch her, I want to at least touch myself. This is agony. Torture. Exquisite, beautiful torment. I reach down to jerk off, but I know if I touch my cock now, I’ll come and I don’t want to come yet. I have all night to come, to do it over and over again, and right now, I just want to focus on the way Sierra is moving her hand so fast, it’s almost a blur. I want to focus on the vein that’s pulsing in her neck as she throws her head back, showing me she’s as turned on as I am.
“Chance,” she moans, drawing out my name, as she comes hard. She gasps, her body frozen for a moment. Her hand stops working her clit, moving back up over her stomach as her orgasm blasts through her body. She holds herself still, enjoying the sensation, her mouth hanging open as she moans again. Her eyes are half closed, her lips red and swollen. Her fingers are so wet they glisten.
Her eyes come fully open and she smiles at me, the smile of a vixen. She steps closer. “No touching,” she reminds me.
“Yes, ma’am,” I say, transfixed by her sensual body.
She is standing so close now, that I could grab her and kiss her, and I know if I did, she would let me, but that would mean this would be over—and this is by far, the hottest thing I have ever fucking seen in my life.
She takes her still wet fingers and runs them over my lips. I can smell her juices on her fingers. She moves her hand and I feel the wet, sticky coating she’s left behind on me.
“Taste me. Taste what you do to my body,” she purrs.
I don’t need telling twice. I run my tongue over my lips, tasting her pleasure. The taste almost pushes me over the edge and I have to bite down on my lip to stop myself from climaxing.
Sierra watches me, an amused smile on her lips. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me and she’s loving it.
So am I.
“Do I taste good?” she asks.
I nod, not trusting my voice not to fail me.
She lifts her hand to her own mouth and sucks on her fingers, one by one, lapping her tongue all around them. She smiles at me when she’s done. “You’re right. I do taste good. But I bet you taste better.”
She gets to her knees in front of me and pushes my legs apart, crawling in between them. She runs her tongue up the length of my cock.
I hear myself making an aah noise as pleasure
