“Holy fuck,” he whispers.

“Keep your eyes on the road,” I suggest and bite my lip.

“Pull your dress down, sweetheart.”

“Why?”

“Because I can’t drive with you sitting there like that,” he growls, making me laugh.

I leave the skirt where it is, lean back in the seat, spread my thighs, and run my fingertips up the insides of my legs. “Hmmm.”

“Are you trying to kill us?”

“No, this just feels good. These stockings are silk.” I look over at him and grin. “Can you imagine how they’ll feel wrapped around your waist?”

“Sonofabitch,” he whispers as if he’s in pain and steps on the gas harder, propelling us down the freeway.

I move my fingers up higher on my thighs until I’m touching my pussy, and I squirm. Suddenly, Will reaches over, grabs my hand and pulls it up to his lips, kisses it and keeps it in his lap, not taking his eyes off the road.

“If you don’t stop,” he says softly, “I will wreck this car. I’m not kidding.”

I slide my hand away from him and grin sassily. “Then don’t watch.”

I resume playing with myself, circling my clit with one hand and pushing two fingers into my wetness with the other. I bite my lip and groan.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Will’s voice is steel. I look up at him and his jaw is clenched, hands fisted on the wheel. He glances down to watch me pleasure myself, and then looks me in the eye.

“Lick your fingers.”

I do as I’m told and lick my own sweet essence from my fingers, then stick them back inside me, watching him watch me.

“Fuck, babe, I’m gonna come.”

“Do not make yourself come.”

“What?”

“I want to do that.”

“Then here,” I grab his hand and pull it between my legs, and he gladly rubs my clit, over my metal, pushing it against my clit.

“Oh, Fuck.” I come apart, pushing against our hands, and cry out his name as the orgasm pushes through me.

He grins down at me wolfishly as he pulls through the gate and into his garage. Not waiting for him to open the door, I climb out and he’s suddenly beside me, pulling me into the house, through the kitchen and into the living room that looks out onto the sound.

It’s dark in the house, the only light coming in through the floor to ceiling windows facing the water. Lights twinkle at us from the islands across the way.

We stand here, for a moment, in the moonlight, looking at each other. His blue eyes reflect the light and shine with love and carnal lust, and I know they reflect my own.

“So beautiful.” He slides a finger into the neckline of my dress and drags it against my skin, following the hemline. “You were wonderful tonight.”

His voice is soft, seductive. I don’t know what to say, so I just watch him seduce me. He steps closer to me, so he’s only a few inches away and wraps his arms around me to pull the zipper of my dress down, then pulls it down my arms, over my breasts, and lets it pool at my feet.

“Dear God,” he whispers, his eyes wide, as he takes in my blush-colored corset, garter and stockings.

I’m not wearing panties, as usual.

He swallows hard. “It’s a good thing I didn’t know that this was under that dress.”

“Why,” I whisper.

“Because I would have locked us in a bathroom and stripped you naked and kept you to myself all night. My God, Megan, you’re stunning.”

I smile shyly and push his jacket off his shoulders and down his arms and lay it nicely on the end of the couch. He’s started to pant, his hands are in fists at his sides, and it’s killing him not to just pull me to him and ravage me.

But tonight isn’t the night for that. We both feel it.

I carefully unbutton his shirt, unfasten his cuff-links, and let the shirt fall to the floor, then make quick work of his pants as well until he’s standing before me completely naked, hard and ready.

“I love your body,” I murmur.

“Megan,” not able to hold back any longer, he pulls me to him, sinks his hands in my hair and kisses me with all he’s got, tangling our tongues, biting my lips, devouring me.

When we’re completely gasping for breath, he nibbles his way along my jaw line to my ear and nuzzles one of my diamond earrings with his nose.

“You need to keep the earrings and the stockings on, babe.”

“Okay.”

He spins me around and unlaces the corset, slowly, pulling the laces through the loops until it falls forward into my arms. He reaches around and cups my breasts in his hands, massaging and soothing them from being bound so tightly, and I moan in appreciation.

“Feel good?” he asks.

“Mmm.”

“Oh, baby, the things I want to make you feel tonight.”

My breath catches at his words, my thighs tighten and I turn so I can kiss him again, bury my fingers in his hair and just hold on to him.

He lifts me and sits in a loveseat, right in the middle, and cradles me in his lap, kissing me deeply, his hands roaming all over my body, leaving a trail of fire behind them. I grip his face in my hands and hold his mouth to mine, and show him how much I love him.

Finally, I crawl off his lap, headed to kneel on the floor and suck him, but he stops me. “Wait.”

“What?”

“I don’t want you to do that tonight.”

“Why not?” I frown. I thought he liked it when I did that?

“Because tonight is all about you, my love.”

“Huh?” I tilt my head and look down at him, straddling him, in the moonlight. He places his palm flat on my chest between my breasts, and then glides it down my stomach.

“Let me just make love to you.”

“You always make love to me,” I whisper and kiss his cheek. “Remember?”

“I know, but,” he stops himself, a war raging on his face.

“What, babe?”

“You deserve so much. You should never, ever be on your knees.” He lifts me and lays me gently on my back along the couch, kneeling between my thighs, and covers me with his large body. I wrap my silk-covered legs around his hips, and he settles against me, his long, hard cock nestled in my wet folds. He teases my metal with the tip and I gasp.

“I fucking love that piercing,” he grins down at me and pushes his fingers into my hair, brushing the loosened tendrils back from my face.

“I’m glad.” I sigh as he runs the backs of his fingers down my face. “Will?”




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