Chapter 71: Chapter 71

There you go,” Joe said, and in nearly the same instant, the television flickered on. A peppy blonde was onscreen swearing that “you at home” could make a gourmet meal with everyday ingredients found in a typical kitchen. I couldn’t pay attention to her delec- table spread, however, because my eyes were currently feasting on the sliver of fuchsia satin that was peeking

out of the waistband of Joe’s jeans.

Joe was on his hands and knees, with his head buried behind the set, as he explained that a couple of cables had popped loose. I blinked my eyes, wondering if I was dreaming. Nope—still there. Those were undeniably panties. No man’s underwear could be that shiny and sleek and pink.

Joe’s a strong, six-foot-two guy who plays rugby on

the weekends. His well-muscled frame is the epitome of masculinity, and was the number-one reason I couldn’t take my eyes off of him when we’d met a few weeks ago. But the fact that he had this kinky secret—this softer, sensual side—thrilled me in an indecent way.

He and I had only been on a couple of dates, when I was on the phone complaining about my television woes. Joe immediately offered to come to my aid. I hadn’t been surprised that he fixed my problem so quickly, but what did surprise me was this delicious, pink revelation.

I’d promised Joe pizza and beer for his efforts, but I was suddenly hungry for something else—for the sight of this big, handsome man wearing nothing but those delicate panties. I wanted to run my tongue along his cock, tracing his satin-covered erection, and make him groan with abandon.

Joe carefully backed out from behind the set, standing up with a lopsided grin. His dark blond hair was mussed, and he looked sexier than ever to me. I couldn’t hold myself back.

“Thanks,” I whispered, throwing my arms around his neck and raising myself up on tiptoes to bring my lips to his. I gave him a long, lingering kiss, filled with lustful promises that I planned to deliver on. I slid my hands down his back, cupping his muscular ass as I deepened our lip-lock, this time teasing him with my tongue, flicking against him and opening him to me as I moaned softly into his mouth.

I ran my hands back and forth across his ass as I imagined what that sleek satin would feel like under my fingers, and I was desperate to experience it for real. I reached for his waistband, but he stopped me with a gentle hand.

“You don’t have to thank me that way,” he said, his stubble-covered cheeks blushing red.

“But I want to,” I purred, noting the self-conscious way he licked his upper lip. His nervousness was heart- meltingly adorable.

“It’s just—”

“It’s okay.” I rose up higher on my toes so I could whisper in his ear. “I saw them. They’re pretty—and I want to see more.”

I felt Joe stiffen in my arms, and for a moment, I wondered if I’d pushed him too far, too fast. I pulled back to look into his green eyes, which were wide with wonder.

“I mean that,” I said, caressing his cheek.

Closing his eyes, Joe turned toward my hand, nuzzling it for a moment before he pulled me close for another kiss, but this time he was in charge. His arms gripped me tightly as he claimed me with his mouth. His tongue teased mine only briefly before diving deeper and taking my breath away.

We parted and looked at each other for a beat. I could read his eyes and saw that he believed me, and that he wanted nothing more than to share this part of himself with me. I took Joe’s hand in mine, whispering

huskily, “Come,” as I led him down the hallway and into my bedroom.

Joe immediately brought his hands to my blouse, working the tiny shell buttons through their holes with a deftness that surprised me. He pushed the shirt off my shoulders, and as the garment fell to the floor, his eyes fell to my bra-covered breasts. He cupped them gently, his thumbs trailing over the edges of the French lace in silent admiration.

“It would look so sweet on you,” I whispered as he caressed my bra. “I know a shop. They have the most beautiful things, in all sorts of sizes.”

Joe looked up at me, his gaze filled with hope and arousal.

“I’ll take you shopping,” I continued, running my fingers down the front of his shirt and over his denim- covered bulge, which had grown considerably larger. “I can’t wait to dress you up like my own perfect doll.”

“You’d do that for me?” he asked in an incredulous whisper.

“Uh-huh. But not now. Now I want to see you—in your pretty panties.”

This time, when I reached for his jeans, Joe didn’t stop me. I popped open the button and slowly lowered his zipper, the denim parting to reveal the front panel of those fuchsia panties, stuffed full of hard cock. A wave of arousal washed over me at the sight, and I hurriedly stripped him out of his masculine clothes and urged him onto the bed.

After wriggling out of my skirt and kicking off my heels, I parted his legs and crawled up between his spread thighs. I traced my fingers along the lines of tense muscle, kissing my way up to his crotch. Leaning forward, I planted a soft kiss right on the front of his panties, making him rear up and groan. I grabbed his hips, holding him tight to the mattress and keeping him where I wanted him as I ran my tongue up and down his satin-covered bulge. Joe’s breathing was ragged, and he tangled his fingers in my hair as he struggled to keep his composure.

I dragged my tongue back and forth, until the front of Joe’s panties was dark and clinging to his formidable shaft. I could see every contour of his cock, and the image was making my own panties damp as my pussy dripped with longing. I was done teasing him; I yanked down the front of Joe’s underwear, leaving the lingerie banded around his thighs as I took his dick in my mouth. I fingered the sides of his sleek panties as my lips rose and fell on his shaft, bringing him close to the edge, but stopping before he could reach his peak.

I backed away, and Joe was staring at me with half- lidded eyes that roamed along my body. I knew he was admiring my lingerie as much as he was admiring me. That made me smile, and I didn’t try to hide it as I strad- dled his hips. Rocking back and forth, I gently teased his cock with the soaked crotch of my panties. The lace was smooth and slick with my honey, and Joe bucked up toward me to increase the pressure. The sexy friction of

the lace rubbing against my clit had me teetering on the edge of orgasm in no time.

I rose and yanked aside the panties as I grabbed the base of Joe’s shaft. Holding him steady, I lowered my sex down onto him, his cock filling me completely. I could feel his bunched up panties beneath my ass, and I reached behind myself, stroking his balls through the rumpled satin as I began to ride his dick. I knew each time I moved, the lace was dragging along the length of his dick. That same lace was continuing to tease my sensitive clit as I ground my crotch against his.

The sinful stroking of the lace—combined with the snug, wet heat of my cunt—was rapidly working Joe into a lather. He reached up to palm my bra-covered tits as his hips jerked up off the mattress. The sudden pressure was too much for me, and I cried out as I felt my climax break. My pussy spasmed around his shaft as he jammed his hips up one last time, before he shivered through his own release.

I collapsed on Joe’s chest, and we both laughed at our sudden, frenzied coupling before eventually growing quiet.

“You’re the only one,” he finally murmured. “The only woman who’s been okay with it.” I could hear years of disappointment and hurt melting away as he spoke.

I turned his chin toward me, so I could look into those bottomless green eyes. “You don’t have to hide. Just be yourself. That’s the guy I want.”

He kissed the top of my head affectionately, and when I drifted off to sleep, I dreamt of satin and lace— and Joe.