Page 43 of What If I Knew You

I nod and whisper, “Right.”

Bringing my other hand up, I hold both of her beautiful breasts in my hands. I don’t know what makes me brave enough to do it, but when I make eye contact with her she smiles at me. “Good boy, Alan. It’s okay to squeeze. I’m not going to break.”

Fuuuck. Me.

She called me a good boy and now all I want to do is make her feel like fucking magic so she’ll say it again. I back her up against the wall as I fondle her breasts, slipping my thumbs over her nipples simultaneously and smiling when her head falls backagainst the wall and she moans. “Yeah…God that feels good. You’re a quick study.”

“I aim to please, Corri.”

I fucking aim to please.

“My dress,” she gasps. “Untie my dress.”

The tied fabric isn’t a far reach for me. When I wrap my hand around it she steadies me and says, “Slowly. You don’t want to just yank clothes off and come across like a horny toad. Well…” She considers her words. “Okay sometimes you do but for the sake of this lesson, take your time. Savor your partner. Make her feel like she’s the only one you desire and that peeling her clothes off and admiring her body is one of your greatest pleasures. I promise it will make her feel special. You can consider it delayed gratification.”

I nod as I lazily pull the tie to her dress. I keep my eyes on Corri’s, noting the quickened pace of her breathing and the way her chest rises and falls with each breath she takes.

My touch is affecting her.

And that is affecting me.

At the last pull of the tied fabric, her dress falls open and I allow my eyes to drop.

My God.

She’s perfect.

She’s wearing a pair of dark red lace panties and a matching bra that pushes her breasts up like two of the softest round melons I’ve ever seen.

Hmm.

A green dress and red lace undergarments…

She’s like the perfect Christmas gift.

And suddenly I feel like a kid in a candy store. I just want to touch it all. Refusing to take my eyes away from her gorgeous tits, I drag my fingers across her shoulders and slowly pull her dress down her arms until it falls in a pile on the floor. Finally,I lift my eyes locking with hers and lick my lips before I say, “You’re fucking gorgeous and I am one very fucking lucky man.”

The smile that beams back at me makes something in my chest swell as she grabs my face and kisses me again. Her hands make quick work of my sweater, which makes me chuckle given the explicit instruction she gave me to go slow, but I don’t give a shit. Her hands gliding up my pecks and across my bare chest is hands down one of the best feelings in the whole goddamn world.

Her touch alone makes me want to come just standing here in front of her. I’ve never had a woman touch me the way Corri is touching me and it feels so fucking good.

“Bedroom,” I nearly growl, picking her up and walking her out of the kitchen.

She smiles and giggles. “End of the hall.” She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist as I carry her down the darkened hallway and into her bedroom. When I sit down on the edge of her bed, she’s straddling me, and I can feel the heat of her lace covered pussy. She leans back slightly and switches on the bedside lamp. When she does her beautiful body is illuminated in a soft glow.

She gives me a teasing smirk and murmurs, “Now let’s see if you can take off a bra.”

“Challenge accepted.”

Reaching around to her back I fiddle with the clasp to her lacey bra. I try pulling them apart like magnets but that doesn’t work so I try maneuvering things another way. I twist and turn, all the while Corri is chuckling because I’m on the bra struggle bus.

“What the hell is this magic?” I grunt, trying but failing to separate this damn thing. “You know what? Fuck it. I can afford to buy you twenty more just like it.” In one tight yank, I rip the fabric apart. Corri’s mouth falls open but she smiles.

“Well, that’s one way to get the job done.”

“I mean it. I’ll buy you a new one. And ten more to go with it. But right now, I really want to see your body.” I drag the straps of her bra down her arms and wait patiently as she slips her arms out of it and then she flings it to the floor, her bare chest now on display for my viewing pleasure.

“Fucking Christ,” I murmur as I bring a hand up the side of her torso and over the top her breast.

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