"Your turn, y/n."
Her gorgeous, rough accent in my ear set my body tingling, as it always did. While I loved that I brought out the softer, vulnerable side of her, confident Lucy was undeniably hot. The self-assured promise in her words made me squirm, and this time I felt her laugh against my neck.
She sat up, straddling me once more. She reached up, agonizingly slowly, and began to twist her hair into a bun. This time Lucy was definitely putting on a show, and I was almost drooling as I tried to take all of her in at once. I swept my eyes up her body, unashamedly checking her out. From her stomach rippling with muscle up to her chest that I had just worshipped, to those powerful shoulders and skilled, skilled fingers. And finally her beautiful face, wearing the cockiest smirk as she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
Then, without warning, she pounced, her fingers flying. I convulsed, having been completely exposed to her attack.
"St-stop- Lucy- Not fair!" I wheezed. She paid no heed, her competitive spirit showing as she tickled me relentlessly. I was so incapacitated that I could only bat at her feebly, not that it would have done much good. She wasn't even ticklish, the lucky little brat.
Just as abruptly as she had started she stopped, leaving her hands blazing on my stomach where they had slipped up under my shirt.
Lucy was now wholly serious, searching my expression for any signs that I was uncomfortable before going further. I knew I was in full control of this. She would do whatever I wanted without question.
So I told her quietly, "You can take off my shirt, Luce."
She responded by sliding her hands around to my back and helping me sit up, bringing our faces together. I swear she made me feel like I was in a film, stumbling into her arms and looking into her eyes for the first time all over again.
She dragged her fingers up my sides teasingly, bunching my shirt as she went. It took all of my willpower not to shrink away from the threat of another attack, but I trusted her. I ducked my chin and closed my eyes as she brought the shirt over my head.
And when I opened them again, my breath was taken away. Lucy was looking at me with an expression I couldn't quite describe. It was a mixture of pride, desire and the tenderest love. She stared so deeply I felt a blush coming to my face, just because I could see every one of her feelings written on hers, and they were all for me.
She looked like she wanted to say something, but eventually she just kissed my forehead and hugged me.
I softened in her embrace, her smell enveloping me just as much as her arms. She simply held me for a while before she started kissing her way down to my shoulder. She slipped the strap of my bra down, quickly covering the exposed skin with her mouth. Lucy made her way down the entire length of my arm, clearly not wanting to hurry through this any more than I had. I got goosebumps watching her; she was so focused on the tender press of her lips.
She drew back for just a second before moving the other strap off my shoulder. I helped her slide my arms through both and then Lucy surprised me by continuing and taking the bra completely off.
Just like that I was bare before my love. It was so simple, underwhelming compared to what I had imagined. One minute I was wearing a shirt and the next it was off. The funny thing was, I wasn't at all nervous. How could I be, when Lucy was looking at me like she had just found heaven?
She lay me down on the pillows reverently and confirmed that I was okay to continue. I breathlessly said yes; and then she proceeded to run the palm of her hand down the valley of my chest towards my belly button, her steady touch a sharp contrast to my shaky inhale. Then she followed the same path with her lips. The feelings were so new and exciting that I couldn't help closing my eyes in order to concentrate on the experience, each touch a surprise.
