Fascination with Pleasure.

I shiver as he runs his hands up my sides, my dress lifting with his hands. I raise my arms as his hands run over the outside curve of my tit and he pulls my dress off of me. He steps back, dropping my dress behind him, before stripping off and looks up at me, his eyes burning. I know what he is seeing, me wearing only blue lacy lingerie. My bra demi-cut, my G-string panties over suspenders, holding up my garter belts and sheer stockings. I stand there, watching his eyes travel up and down my body, the fire only increasing. Tension fills the gap between us, dense enough to be cut by a knife. He steps towards me hesitantly, not wanting to break the tension that is nothing but exciting. Slowly I reach for him, my arm, my hand, my entire body beginning to tremble, to shake. Grasping his hand I gently tug him towards me, placing his hand so its covering my tit. My nipple hardens at his touch, pushing into his hand. He smirks, taking his hand off my tit and walking behind me. I stay still, not even considering questioning what he’s doing. I feel his body press up against my back, his hard cock wedged between us, pressing into my ass. His hands slither past my hips, one grabbing my tit, the other immediately heading for my clit. He grinds into me, causing me to moan. I bite my lip and out of the corner of my eye I see him smirk again.