She watched as Tay's eyes narrowed, and he ran the tip of his tongue along his upper lip. Suddenly, he swallowed as if his mouth was dry, and she felt a reaction between her legs. There was something about this man she found fascinating. She wanted him to touch her, and she wanted to touch him in return. If she was honest, she wanted to go far beyond touching. She wanted to feel him inside her.
"No clothes? Hmm. I haven't done that since life classes at art school."
"Even sexier, yes?"
"I can think of something even better than that."
She wriggled a little in her chair, feeling her nipples harden and loving the scrape of her clothing against the tender lips of her pussy. "And what is that?"
"You dressed in one of my old shirts, and a pair of my boxers."
"Ah." The thought of wearing Tay's clothes made Celeste's mouth go dry, and she rearranged her bottom on the seat of the chair. She never got this wet so easily, but with this man...
If he wished to take her right here on the kitchen floor...
She changed position so her pussy rested on the very edge of the chair, then wiggled a little more. It felt so good, so exciting. "You think men would find that sexy?"
"Absolutely. Women, too, probably. No?"
She sighed and swallowed hard, trying not to think of what she so desperately wanted. "I'm not sure. It sounds interesting. But I think I would first have to see myself dressed in such clothes."
Tay smiled as he hooked his foot around one of the legs of her chair. He pulled it forward until they were mere inches apart. "My God! I do believe I'm turning you on."
"Turning me on? What do you mean by this? I'm not sure I understand."
Sliding a finger beneath her chin, he lifted her head slightly and gazed deep into her eyes. "Oh, I think you do. You're wet, yes?"
Blood rushed to her face. "A little perhaps."
Grasping her shoulders, he pressed his mouth against hers, and his tongue slipped between her lips. She tried to turn away, but he held firm, his tongue delving deeper and tangling with hers, while his hands slid down her back and beneath her doublet until he made contact with her bare skin.
After a moment, he broke the kiss and pulled back. "I don't believe I'm doing this. But I can't help myself. You're so damn hot. Stand up," he whispered.
Celeste did as he asked, and she felt his hands at her waist, opening her pantaloons and pushing them down over her hips.
"Spread your legs a little."
She knew she was being foolish even to contemplate doing anything this dangerous with someone she'd never met before in a strange world she neither recognized nor understood. But commonsense didn't stand a chance against the desire she felt between her legs, or the heat she saw in Tay's eyes. He wanted her, and she wanted him. It was as simple as that. So again, she did as he asked, then sharply drew in her breath when he caressed her between the legs. He touched her gently at first, gradually becoming a bit bolder, sliding his fingers back and forth and even pushing inside her a little.