Lingerie night - part I.

Eve came up with the idea last night. Sexy lingerie. For both of us. When she asked me to help with the hooks on her corset, I already felt my hands slowing down. Not just fastening. Touching. The satin hugged her curves, cool under my fingers until it warmed. I moved behind her, tugged the last strap, then ran my palm down the small of her back. Smooth. Warm. Alive. She shifted her hips, just a fraction, and I knew she felt it too. I pulled her back into me so she could feel how hard I already was against the lace of her garter belt. My mouth found the curve of her shoulder. I kissed slow, sucked harder, tasted the faint salt of her skin. My hands slid forward, cupped her breasts, found the stiff points through delicate fabric. Her breath hitched. A small sound. Quiet. Urgent. I pinched softly, rolled each nipple between my fingertips until she moaned and leaned into me. My thigh pressed between hers. She moved against it. Friction. Heat. I dropped one hand, slipped under the sheer edge of her panties, found her already wet. Two fingers eased in. Slow. Deep. She clenched around them. My other hand freed her breast from the cup and bent her slightly so I could take the tight peak into my mouth through the silk, teeth grazing just enough. She gasped my name. She rocked back, grinding against my palm and my thigh while I fucked her with my fingers. My cock throbbed against the waistband of my own lingerie but I stayed focused on her. On every sound she made. On the way she pushed into my hand when I curved my fingers just right. The lace between us was slick now. Her body opened. I felt every tremor. Her legs started to shake. One sharp breath. Then she came hard around my fingers, thighs locked, heat pulsing. I held her through it. Kissed the damp skin at the nape of her neck. She stayed pressed to me, breathing like she had just surfaced. I didn’t let go. Not yet.