Page 54 of Ravished By Her

“I need to touch you,” she gasped between kisses.

“Go ahead,” I told her.

“Too many clothes,” she said, yanking at the waistband of my skirt.

“You’re wearing more than I am,” I said, and she propped herself above me with her arms.

“Seems like we should do something about that,” Lacey said, smiling down at me in a predatory way.

“I borrowed this outfit from my sister, so as long as you don’t rip anything…” In the next second, Lacey was standing and pulling me up so she could get the top over my head. I lifted my arms to help her out.

“Shitttt,” she said when she saw the bra I had on under the top. Obviously I didn’t know I was going to get to show her this bra, but I was glad I followed my instinct and put it on, along with the matching bottoms.

The bra was red, and designed to be pretty rather than supportive, with lace and ribbons that crossed in front and in the back. It gave me just the littlest bit of a bondage vibe, which was one of the reasons I’d bought it.

“You like?” I asked, stroking my hand down one of the straps.

“Yes,” she said, fingering one of the bows. “Now let’s see the rest of you.”

I got to my feet and gasped as Lacey dropped to her knees, gripping the waistband of my skirt and sliding it down my legs, somehow managing not to take down my bottoms with it.

Lacey stared at me as I stepped out of the skirt and kicked it away.

“You’re stunning,” she said, reaching out to touch the little bow in the center of my bottoms.

“Get a look at the back,” I said, turning around and showing her the second bow.

“You wrapped yourself up in a bow for me,” she said, and I didn’t argue with her because maybe subconsciously I had.

“Are you going to unwrap me?” I asked as I turned back around. The anticipation of what would happen when she got me naked was so intense that every single inch of my skin tingled and buzzed with it.

Lacey rose to her feet and looked down at me, almost as if she was waiting for something.

“Or should I do it?” I asked, reaching behind me to undo my bra, but her hand snapped out and grabbed one of my wrists.

“I’ll do that,” she said, and I let her turn me around, feeling the heat of her body pressing up against my back.

Lacey made quick work of the clasp and pushed the straps down my arms, following their path with kisses on my shoulder and my neck and my upper back that made me arch into her. The bra slipped to the floor as Lacey kissed me and stroked her hands on my belly before tracing my nipples and cupping my breasts.

“Perfect,” she said in my ear before gently biting my earlobe in a way that made me whimper.

I gasped as she rolled my nipples with her fingers, being just a little rough with me in the way that I liked. As if she’d known exactly what I wanted.

“Beautiful girl,” she hummed as she pushed my hair aside and I tilted my head to give her better access to my neck.

She had me completely at her mercy and all I could do was melt in her hands.

Still, she wasn’t touching the throbbing place between my legs that ached so fiercely that I thought I might die if she ignored for one more moment.

“Touch me,” I begged.

Lacey chuckled. “I am touching you, princess.”

“You know what I mean,” I said, writhing a little and grabbing one of her hands to guide it between my legs to relieve the pressure.

“Is there a specific place you’d like to be touched?” she asked, and I could tell by her tone that she was enjoying this. How could she be so composed when I was coming apart at the seams? I would have been embarrassed if I hadn’t needed to come so badly.

I turned in her arms and looked up at her.

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