Free The Promise of Lace by Lilith Duvalier

for the panties, then
stopped and looked up at me. Again for permission.
    Oh yeah. I was already thinking about keeping this one
around.
    I shook my head. He bucked against my hips at first, but forced
himself to stand still.
    “Sit,” I said softly. “Feet on the floor.”
    He got off his knees, dropping his butt down onto the couch.
He slid his legs out and dropped his feet onto my thick rug, digging his toes
into the high pile.
    I easily swung myself over him so that I was straddling him
again. He gulped.
    I took just a moment to appreciate the scene. His hands
knotted in his own hair, head craned back, neck exposed. And me, naked, sweaty,
flushed with the orgasm I’d already had, perched on his knees.
    He was staring at me. Red-cheeked, half smiling, breathing
hard, eyes glazed over in arousal.
    “You like to be told what to do, don’t you, Dieter,” I said.
I pressed my mouth to his ear as I spoke. I felt him shiver against me.
    “I do,” he panted. “When it’s like this. When we’re together
like this.”
    I grinned and kissed him, dropping my hand between us. I ran
my thumb along the hard line of his cock and felt his whole body spasm
underneath me.
    “Are you going to blow me now?” he asked, smiling and
breathy. I feathered my fingers back down his length and I could feel the
tremors that the teasing touch caused to run down his body.
    “I’m gonna get there,” I told him.
He shivered. I like watching him like this. Liked the thought of making him
shake and mutter underneath me. Liked the thought of having
him practically in thrall to me. I stopped teasing and squeezed his cock
hard in my fist. He bucked up so hard he nearly knocked me off of him.
    “Really need this, don’t you?”
    His answer wasn’t so much words as
it was spluttering.
    I took pity.
    I worked my way down to the floor, aware that there was no
way of really making the move graceful or sexy.
    Dieter obviously didn’t care. He looked like he was in
genuine danger of biting his bottom lip off. His arms were shaking behind his
head.
    I kissed my way up his thighs. The hair sprinkled across
them was just like the hair on his chest: dark and wiry. It made the fact that
he was shaved clean underneath the panties even more odd. His hips were working
up into the air as I kissed my way to the prize, pushing his knees further
apart as I moved my tongue out against the sensitive skin just to feel him
shiver.
    He groaned when I reached the fold of his leg. I touched the
tip of my tongue just outside the pretty lace trim of the leg hole and he
pulled his hands out of his hair and dropped them around my shoulders. I put my
mouth to the base of his cock. The fabric was bizarrely smooth on my lips and I
almost laughed as I slid my mouth up the shaft and he started swearing under his
breath.
    I placed my mouth over where the tip was straining against
the fabric and he made a terrible noise—like a lion being squashed by a falling
building halfway through its roar.
    I smiled around his lace wrapped cockhead.
    I felt powerful .
    He was shaking and gasping and digging his fingers into my
shoulder so hard that I could feel the crescent moon outlines of his
fingernails in the skin around my scapula. I sucked gently. He hissed breath
out through his teeth. It made me feel just a little bad about what I was
planning to do to him.
      I cupped his balls in
my hands, rubbing and rolling them gently as I started to use my tongue. I was
going to get everything wet first. Between my working mouth and his dribbling
cock, his panties were as wet as I wanted them to be in minutes. His thighs
were shaking under my hands and he was trying to stroke my hair but his hands
kept spasming, grabbing my hair at the roots.
    I was a little shocked at how far this had gone. A blowie on
a second date was hardly scandalous, but we were playing, bruising, hair
pulling and I was about to pull a pretty… well… dommy move.
    But I felt totally confident that it would go over