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“True….”
He takes a step closer to me and slides his hands over my lower back. I’m wearing a thin cotton jumpsuit with capri-style pants, and I feel the warmth of his palms through the fabric. “You want to start now?”
I sink into his embrace. “That sounds nice.”
Breaking our contact briefly, he walks over to the gym door and locks it. His family is on the other side of the house in the guest wing, but better safe than sorry.
As soon as he walks back to me, he brings our lips together, and I respond immediately in kind, opening my mouth for him.
It’s the kiss of two people who are confident where they stand. Still, a flutter in my belly rises because of his news. We can take this all the way, and it’s been a while.
Allowing myself to be needy now that he’s cleared, I press my core against him. I’ve been ignoring how much I missed this, but finally I can let go and enjoy the feel of our bodies lined against each other.
He must feel the same way, because soon afterwards he breaks our kiss, while keeping his hands firmly on my ass. “I really want to get you out of this thing now, Goldie.” This “thing” being my jumpsuit.
“Well, it’s easier than you think,” I share. “Watch this.”
I bring my hands to the top of my chest, where the jumpsuit is first held together. And then—click—I pull it apart. “It’s a bunch of snaps.” I see a gleam in his eyes. “All the way down.”
“So we can just tear the clothes right off you?”
I pull open another snap. Click. “Go sit down and watch, Johnson. Sit on the upright row machine.”
He complies and, stepping back, plants himself on the machine. It has a sturdy back so he won’t have to strainhimself holding upright, and plenty of room for what I have in mind.
It’s a bit of a repeat of our first night at his place, when I checked off the item on my list where he watched me. We’ve come so far since then, though. And I know what I like.
“You ready for more?” I ask him.
“Please, Goldie, Ineedmore,” he growls out.
Click. Click. Now the whole front is undone.
“Grace, you’ve been walking around, all this time, knowing that I could just reach out and undress you in a matter of seconds when you wore this? All those clever little snaps?”
I grin. “It might have crossed my mind.”
My hand goes to the fifth snap, near my navel. Click.
So much of my skin is revealed now—my stomach, my cleavage even more exposed as the jumpsuit loosens. “Fuck.”
Click. Click. Click. Clicking off the snaps over my panties and down my upper right leg.
“I can’t take it anymore. I need to get involved,” he says, but doesn’t move.
“Stay there,” I tell him, pulling the top part of the jumpsuit off my shoulders, letting it fall down to my side. Now my top half is fully exposed, other than my bra.
Johnson licks his lips, and I get hot in anticipation of his tongue on my skin.
“Why are you in such a hurry, Johnson?” I tease.
“Oh, I like this side of you, Goldie. The one only I get to see.” He brings his hand down to squeeze his rising cock. “I can’t wait to put my mouth on all of you.”
I have a couple of snaps left down the bottom of the capri-style legs, but the jumpsuit is now so loose that as I take a step toward where he sits, it shifts, the fabric around my hips falling away.
I lean down, quickly undoing the snaps, and let the jumpsuit cascade to the ground, now only wearing my panties and bra.
“Come to me,” he implores.
