Roy nodded, a soft, almost reverent smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he reached for the delicate, lace-trimmed panties. He held them up, the silky fabric slipping through his fingers like water, the black lace catching the candlelight and shimmering. Violetta watched him, a playful smile dancing on her kiss-swollen lips as she swayed slightly, the towel falling away to pool at her feet.
"Allow me," Roy murmured, his voice a low, husky rumble as he knelt down on the floor before her, after settling her on the edge of the bed. He took Violetta's foot in his hand, his fingers wrapping around her ankle, his thumb brushing over the delicate, soft skin. Slowly, teasingly, Roy began to slide the panties up her leg, the silky fabric gliding over her skin, the lace tickling her inner thigh.
Violetta shivered, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she felt the cool, smooth material against her still-warm skin. She looked down at Roy, her violet eyes heavy-lidded and dark, a coy smile playing about her mouth. "Mmmm, your hands are so warm," she purred, her voice a breathy murmur. "Almost as warm as the way you touched me before..." Violetta's foot brushed against Roy's chest, her toes tracing the firm contours of his pectoral muscle, teasing him with a fleeting caress.
Roy's breath hitched, his heart pounding against his ribs as Violetta's foot lingered on his skin. He felt his cock stir, growing harder, more insistent as she taunted him so sweetly. But he didn't stop, didn't let the growing ache distract him from his task. Instead, he continued his slow, sensual slide of the panties up her leg, the fabric now hugging the curve of her calf, the lace brushing the sensitive skin behind her knee.
Roy continued his sensual ascent, sliding the panties up Violetta's other leg, the silky fabric gliding over her smooth, supple thigh. Violetta bit her lip, a soft moan escaping her as she felt Roy's fingers graze along her inner thigh, his touch lingering, teasing. She arched her back slightly, the movement causing the towel to slip further, the creamy swell of her breasts now fully exposed, the rosy peaks of her nipples stiff and aching for Roy's touch once more.
"Oh, Roy..." Violetta breathed, her voice a husky, needy whisper. "You're taking so long... I do hope you're enjoying yourself." Her foot slid up Roy's chest, her toes dipping teasingly into the hollow of his throat before trailing back down, over his collarbone, his sternum, his abdomen. Violetta's eyes gleamed with mischief and desire as she watched Roy's face, his reaction to her bold touches.
Roy met her gaze, his own eyes dark and heavy-lidded, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Indeed, my lady," he murmured, his voice a low, wicked rumble. "The sight of you, the feel of your skin... it's pure torment. But a sweet torment nonetheless." To retaliate, Roy leaned in and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive skin behind Violetta's knee, his tongue darting out to taste her, to tease her. At the same time, he slid the panties up to cover her ass, the lace tickling her lower cheeks, the silky fabric molding to her curves like a second skin.
Violetta gasped, her hips jerking forward slightly at the feel of Roy's mouth on her skin. "Ahhh!" she cried out, her fingers tangling in Roy's hair, tugging lightly, urging him on. "You wicked, wicked man..." she panted, her chest heaving, her breasts bouncing slightly with each ragged breath. "Teasing me so cruelly..."
Roy, undeterred by Violetta's teasing, continued his sensual assault. He slid the panties up and over her ass, the silky fabric and lace molding to the perfect, round globes like a second skin. Unable to resist, Roy squeezed the supple cheeks, his fingers sinking into the pliant flesh, kneading and massaging. Violetta let out a sharp gasp, arching her back and pushing her ass more firmly into Roy's hands.
At the same time, Roy pressed his thumbs against Violetta's clothed slit, rubbing firm circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. He could feel the heat of her even through the fabric, could sense the way her body responded to his touch, her hips rocking instinctively against his hands.
"Ahhh! Roy!" Violetta cried out, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure. "That place still hurts, you know," she taunted breathlessly, even as she grinded against his thumbs, her body betraying her true desires. "You can't just keep touching me like this, not after... after Cade..." She trailed off, a shudder wracking her frame at the memory.
Roy just smiled, a wicked, devilish grin spreading across his handsome face. He withdrew his hands, giving Violetta's ass a parting squeeze before he stood up, leaving her panties finally in place. "A little pain can be pleasurable, my lady," Roy murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr. "Besides, I thought you liked it when I touched you... even if you pretend otherwise." He winked at her, a gesture that was pure sin and temptation, before stepping back to admire his handiwork.
Violetta scoffed, rolling her eyes at Roy's teasing remark. She slid off the towel completely, letting it drop to the floor in a soft puddle of fabric. Now fully bare save for the lacy panties Roy had just donned on her, Violetta stood before him, hands on her hips, a challenging glint in her violet eyes. "Don't you dare look down on me, Roy," she warned, even as a coy smile played about her kiss-swollen lips. "I am not some blushing maiden to be pitied or patronized." To punctuate her words, Violetta stepped closer, until her naked breasts were a mere hairsbreadth from Roy's chest, her hardened nipples grazing the fabric of his shirt.
Roy's breath caught in his throat at the contact, the feel of Violetta's bare skin against his own clothed chest sending a bolt of lust straight to his cock. He met her gaze, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Wouldn't dream of it, my lady," Roy murmured, his voice a low, wicked rumble. "I have far too much respect for you... and too much desire."
Violetta let out a breathy chuckle, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire as she looked up at Roy from beneath long, dark lashes. "Now, be a good boy and put that on me too, unless of course," she purred, her voice a low, teasing murmur, "you're enjoying the view a bit too much to cover it up just yet?" Violetta's hands slid up Roy's chest, her fingers toying with the laces of his shirt, tugging lightly, teasingly.
Roy's hands slid up Violetta's bare thighs, his fingers sinking into the soft, supple flesh as he gripped her legs and pulled them up, encouraging her to wrap herself around his waist. Violetta obliged, her long, slender legs twining around Roy's waist, her ankles locking behind his back. Roy could feel the heat of her core pressing against his abdomen, could feel the way her body molded to his own, soft curves meeting hard planes. He had to grit his teeth against the sudden surge of lust that coursed through him, the primal urge to simply take Violetta then and there, to bury himself inside her tight, wet heat and claim her as his own.
With a low, almost pained groan, Roy turned and sat down on the edge of the bed, settling Violetta in his lap. She straddled him, her naked breasts pressed against his chest, her hardened nipples straining against the fabric of his shirt. Roy reached for the delicate, gauzy chemise, his fingers brushing against the thin, whisper-soft material.
But Violetta wasn't about to let him rush through this intimate task. She grabbed his head, her fingers threading through his hair, and yanked his head back, forcing him to meet her heated gaze. "Take your time, Roy," Violetta breathed, her voice a husky, seductive purr. "I want to feel every inch of your hands on my skin as you slip this over me..." She rolled her hips, grinding her cloth-covered mound against the growing bulge in Roy's trousers. "Don't be so eager to cover up all of this..."
Despite Violetta's teasing encouragement to take his time, Roy remained focused on his task, determined to see it through with the same tender care he had shown her thus far. He slid his hands up Violetta's bare arms, his fingers trailing over her soft, smooth skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Once he reached her shoulders, Roy gently tugged her hands up and away, encouraging Violetta to lift her arms for him.
As Violetta raised her arms, Roy began to slide the delicate, gauzy fabric of the chemise down, over her shoulders and down her back. The sheer material whispered against her skin, the coolness of it a stark contrast to the heat that radiated from her body. Roy took his time, his hands skimming slowly over her sides, over the dip of her waist and the flare of her hips, before the chemise settled over her curves like a gossamer second skin.
Just as Roy tugged the chemise down over Violetta's panty-clad ass, she captured his mouth in a fierce, frantic kiss. Her lips moved over his own with a desperate, hungry passion, her tongue delving deep to tangle with his own. Violetta pushed Roy down onto the bed, straddling his hips, her core grinding against the rigid length of his cock that strained against his trousers. She kissed him until they were both breathless, until Roy's head spun and his heart raced.
Finally, Violetta broke the kiss, pulling back to look down at Roy with a wicked, playful grin. She licked her lips, tasting him, savoring the flavor of his mouth on her tongue. "Well, well," Violetta purred, her voice a low, breathless murmur. "You did that rather... quickly." She arched one elegant brow, a teasing smirk playing about her kiss-swollen lips. "Hmm, how ever so boring of you, Roy darling." Violetta leaned down, her breasts brushing against Roy's chest as she brought her mouth to his ear. "I thought we could have had some fun with this."