Page 38 of The Man Upstairs

She groaned as I tugged her top over her head, revealing the sweet lace bra I’d known had been awaiting me. Her tits looked even better than I’d imagined. Her nipples were tiny buttons on sweet pink. Her bra was nothing more than a token gesture, because she didn’t need the support. Her tits were too beautifully small.

I stroked her nipples through the fabric, and her eyes closed tight. Shy.

“Look at me,” I told her.

I teased her nipples again as soon as she did as she was told.

“Nobody has ever touched you, have they?” I asked, just to see the beauty of her shaking her head.

The gorgeous little creature really was a blank canvas, and the deviant part of me wanted to exploit it. I wanted to take the marker pens from my wardrobe drawer and scribble obscenities all over her, at odds with the perfect little flower she was.

“Have you ever taken anything in your cunt?” I asked her, and her eyes widened in the way I adored.

“Do you fuck yourself, Rosie?”

She shook her head, almost embarrassed. “No. I just play.”

“Play how?”

She swallowed, cheeks burning up. A beautiful sight.

“With my clit,” she said, and my cock strained in my pants.

“So, nothing has been inside you? Not even your fingers?”

She shook her head but didn’t speak. My cock was throbbing so hard it was pure fucking torture.

“Keep your hands above your head,” I said again, and she nodded.

Her breaths quickened as I dropped my head to her chest. She was squirming underneath me by the time I let my tongue flick at her. The lace of her bra cup was wet through in seconds, and my mouth must have been scorching hot as I kissed her tit, swirling the tip of my tongue around her nipple. I nipped at her, just a pinch. She groaned, just a little.

She had her head tipped back when I tugged the lace down and let my tongue loose on her bare skin. She had goosebumps, her tiny nipples puckered tight. My mouth took one of her tits and my hand took the other, working in rhythm as I teased.

Her hands came down for my hair again, but I slammed them back up over her head.

“No.”

I snaked my hands behind her to unclip her bra. She moved her hands to let me pull it free, but put them straight back up again. She was perfect. Gorgeous. She drove me insane.

I needed to give her more. I needed to ride on her shyness.

“Kick your shoes off.”

Her pumps were off in a flash as she shook her feet. She tensed on instinct as I unbuttoned her skirt and tugged it down and off. She was wearing tights and I was slow with those. Her pale legs were prickled with goosebumps by the time I pulled them free of her toes. I hitched her thighs up and wide, admiring her damp white panties. They were too delightful for me to take them from her just yet. I wanted to tease myself as much as her.

She was panting as she watched me watching her. Her smile was divine when it met my smirk.

“You’re absolutely beautiful,” I told her, and she bloomed with such happiness that it touched me deep.

I knew she’d never been on display for anyone. My eyes were the first to be blessed with the sight.

With that, I dropped down on my knees in front of the chesterfield and took hold of one of her ankles. She was ticklish, squealing a gorgeous girly squeal as I sucked on her toes one by one. My tongue dug between them, tasting every single part of her.

“That tickles,” she said, stating the obvious.

Her voice was an absolute treasure.

She moaned when I kissed the inside of her ankle, tensing up as I trailed a path of soft kisses up the inside of her leg. I was almost at the top of her thigh when I pulled away. She protested with a groan as I took hold of her other foot to repeat the journey.