All Because Of Him

eighty six.

God, I am so wet.

I have been since we left the store, but standing here a couple feet away from him, stripping down until I'm completely bare is only adding to the unceasing flood between my legs. I'm positioned upright before him while he remains sitting on the edge of his bed, watching as I peel off my clothes layer by layer.

I go a little more slowly than I know he'd like, but I have this burning urge in my body to use every opportunity to tease him.

Once I'm left in nothing but a red bra and my matching thin, revealing lace thong I stop my movements for a split second, giving him a chance to give my body the once over I know he desires.

His heated gaze goes over every inch of my half naked body and I remind myself not to squirm as his eyes devour my own with a single glance in all the right areas: my nipples that are mounted, poking against the thin fabric of my lingerie, the fullness of my cleavage, down to my stomach and the soaking, sticky, feverish and slightly see through material of my underwear, shielding him from seeing what he really wants behind it.

His jaw tenses, Adam's apple bobbing while he thickly swallows.

I smirk, careful not to show how much I'm liking this since I know it's supposed to be my punishment for interacting with Jaime at the store.

But in all honesty, I think I might be liking it too much.

My hands go behind my back, unclipping my bra before slipping my panties off, making sure I don't take my eyes off of him for a second while doing so. Once I'm completely bare, skin out in the open for his wickedly dark eyes to drift over I lift my arms up, slowly taking my hair out from the messy bun it was previously in and letting it cascade down onto my shoulders.

Coincidentally, my long brown hair now curled into soft waves falls in front of my chest, blocking his view from my exposed breasts.

His mouth expels an indignant huff, not pleased that his view has now been blocked and I fight the impulse to smile.

His tall, burly, devilishly handsome looking body casually stands from his bed, muscular arms holding the two sets of vibrators he just purchased, feet leisurely padding against his hardwood floor over to me and my back straightens, chin rising high while I follow his every move.

The expression on his face is undetectable, and I swear if it weren't for the strained bulge protruding against his pants I would doubt my teasing behavior had provoked anything in him.

I embrace his smoldering gaze as he steps toward me, oddly enough I don't find that me being the only one completely naked in his room with him something to be ashamed about. Even when he's angry with me, demanding I be taught a lesson I still feel how much he's enjoying every second of it.

Me doing this is pleasing him, and that's enough to disregard any potential threat to my own body insecurities.

I have to crane my neck up to look at him, admiring the perfect cupid's bow resting on the top of his pink lips, the tense jaw, maliciously dark eyes staring down at me. My breathing starts to pick up speed when he lifts both of his hands, brushing my hair to rest on the back of my shoulders so he's able to get the full view of me.

Fuck, he's barely even touched me and still there's this warm shiver sent down to my core.

There isn't a drop of shame on a single feature of his face as his eyes dance along my now fully unveiled body, noticing every curve and imperfect flaw, running his tongue swiftly over his bottom lip, ready to devour me like his last meal.