Beauty in Lingerie: Lingerie #2

by Penelope Sky

  I didn’t expect him to ask that because it didn’t seem important. Whether I really wanted him or not, he shouldn’t care. He’d bought me to enjoy. Like he said, I was just a toy he used for his own amusement.

  I guided his hand to my body, pressing his fingers against the slickness oozing from between my legs. “You can’t tell?”

  He pressed his forehead against mine and released a quiet moan, the sound coming from deep within his throat. His fingers dug into me harder, practically bruising the skin with his enthusiasm.

  I rose above him and then grabbed him by the shaft. It was the first time I’d ever pressed him into me, the first time I’d actually initiated the act of sex. I felt his crown push against my entrance, getting smeared in my lubrication.

  He moaned the second he felt me, his eye locked on to mine.

  I slowly sank down, inching him deeper inside me as I lowered myself toward his waist. Even though my body had finally been broken in, he was simply too large for my petiteness. It was difficult to get him inside, so I had to take it slow, moving inch by inch. When he was halfway inside, I moaned at his intrusion. He took up all of me. If he were any bigger, this just wouldn’t work.

  He grabbed my hips and directed me the rest of the way down, slowly guiding me until he was balls deep inside me. “Fucking perfect.” He was eye level with me as he rested his back against the headboard. He grabbed the fabric bunched around my waist and pulled it over my head so he could palm my tits with his big hands. Aggressively, he squeezed them. When he flicked his thumb over the nipple, he did it roughly, making me pebble and ache. “Fuck me, Muse.” He moved his hands to my ass and pulled me up, providing guidance since I’d never done this before. He arched my back as he pulled me forward. When he pushed back, he had my back bend in a different direction.

  The result was an incredible stimulation of my clit against his pelvic bone. The thickness of his cock set my nerves on fire, and I felt full of him in every way imaginable. I moved slowly because I could barely handle how good it felt. This beautiful man was pleasing me, when I was the one trying to please him.

  He closed his eyes and sighed under his breath. “Muse…” He guided me up and down slowly, as if any increase in pace would ruin him. His fingers dug into my ass every time he yanked on me. His chest expanded with the deep breaths he took, and his jaw clenched tighter than ever before. That concentrated expression stretched across his face, similar to the one he wore when he was focused on creating something. But this expression was a million times more intense.

  Just that would make me come. “Conway…”

  He wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled me into him for a kiss. He kissed me slowly as he moved his hips into me, his big cock slowly sliding in and out of my body. One hand stayed on my ass while the other gripped my neck.

  His kiss was always my undoing. I loved feeling his breath enter my lungs. I loved feeling his fingertips press directly into my neck. His kisses were always purposeful, as if he were trying to enjoy every single exchange of our lips. I felt like the only woman in his life when we were together like this. He never kissed anyone, but he made an exception for me. That made me feel special.

  My lips began to tremble, and my nails dug into his shoulders. “You’re going to make me come…” It was the first time I didn’t try to fight it. Now, I waited anxiously for it, knowing it was going to be a cosmic explosion. My breath came out shaky, and my body tightened in preparation. His cock was hitting me in the perfect spot, grinding up against my walls in the most stimulating way.

  He kissed the corner of my mouth and breathed with me. “I’ll always make you come, Muse.” He guided my hips up and down as he thrust into me, increasing the pace and making us both sweat.

  I hit the finish line and came all over him, screaming in his face and digging my nails into his flesh. “Conway…” My pussy tightened around his length, squeezing him with crushing force. The climax was better than any other I’d experienced, probably because I wanted this one.

  “Fuck…come all over my dick.”

  I felt the pool of moisture slather his dick once my pussy finally stopped contracting. I clung to him harder as I finished the remaining high, hugging him with unexpected tightness. I buried my face in his neck because I didn’t know what else to do. Overcome with the sensation wreaking havoc inside me, I was a prisoner to everything I was feeling.

  He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me as he continued to thrust into me. His skin was searing hot, and his grip was tight. He breathed with me, enjoying my orgasm as much as I did.

  When it finally passed, I continued to cling to him as the sensation slowly drifted away. There was a line of sweat down the center of my shoulder blades. My skin was hot from the exertion as well as his touch. It took me a moment to recover from the thrill, and I slowly sat back with his entire dick inside me.

  His face was flushed with a tint of pink, the vein in his forehead throbbing. He gripped my waist with his fingers, and he pressed his face between my tits. He licked the sweat in the valley and then sucked each of my nipples.

  I rested my chin on his head as I dug my fingers into his hair. “Come inside me, Conway.”

  He moaned with my tit in his mouth. “You’re fucking unbelievable.” He pulled his head back and rested against the headboard again. Then he dragged me up and down his length, fucking me at a quick speed. He pressed his feet against the sheets as he thrust his hips up into me.

  I held on to his shoulders as I rocked back, taking his length as he gave it to me. I could feel him thicken inside me, feel his cock prepare for the big explosion.

  He grabbed my hand and twisted it behind me so I could cup his balls with my fingertips.

  I massaged his sac, my nails gently roaming over his textured skin as I moved up and down on his dick.

  He gripped my hips and gave his final thrusts before he exploded, filling me with all of his seed. “Yes…” He pulled me harder onto his length, getting every inch inside me to give me everything he had. He rested the back of his head against the wood as he stared at me, his eyes focused with deadly intensity.

  I could feel him fill me, feel his seed expand inside me. It was warm and heavy, and there was even more than there’d ever been before. It took his cock a few seconds before it started to soften. The fullness started to dwindle as the satisfaction replaced it.

  I maneuvered off of him slowly to make sure his come wouldn’t spill anywhere. I rolled over and lay on my back, feeling his come sit inside me. My sweat immediately clung to the sheets, and I closed my eyes as the relaxation swept over me. I’d never felt so at peace, so satisfied. If sex was always that great, then I felt idiotic for waiting so long.

  Conway remained still when the sex was over. His back was still to the headboard, and his wet dick lay against his hard stomach.

  I turned my head toward him and watched him.

  His eyes were lidded, but they weren’t closed. He looked just as tired as I was, fully satisfied by my performance.

  I didn’t clean up because I knew he wanted me to keep his come inside me. He wanted me to sleep with his seed inside me all night. I turned on my side and closed my eyes, feeling myself slip away almost immediately.

  “Muse.”

  His deep voice made my eyes snap open again. I must have fallen asleep slightly because his voice was jarring. “Hmm?”

  He leaned over me and pressed a kiss to my hairline. “You should go to bed before you get too tired.”

  “I am in bed.” I opened my eyes and looked into his handsome face, seeing his pretty green eyes.

  His hand moved over my tummy. “I mean in your own bed…” He kept his voice gentle to soften the blow. In the beginning, I didn’t understand what he meant. But now, I understood it perfectly. He must have sensed my feeling of rejection because he leaned down and kissed the corner of my mouth. “I’m not trying to be an ass…”

  Since I knew exactly what it was like when he was being an asshole,
I knew that was the truth. “You let me sleep in here before.”

  He rubbed his nose against mine. “You know why, Muse.”

  Something about his bed was so comfortable. It must be the sheets or the mattress. Or maybe it was the strong man beside me. In this large mansion, I felt safe behind the solid walls and the gate around the property. But I felt even safer when he was beside me. It would be easy for me to get angry, but I knew Conway was giving his best effort to compromise with me. He’d done his best not to boss me around, and he’d done his best to treat me with the respect I asked for.

  He gave me more of himself than he ever gave to anyone else.

  I shouldn’t push it. “Good night.” I sat up and pulled my hair over one shoulder.

  He leaned back so I could rise. “Good night.”

  I didn’t want to pull the lingerie back on, especially since the bottoms were soaked with my arousal. I walked to his dresser and placed my hand on the knob. “Can I take a t-shirt?”

  He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, buck naked and beautiful. “Of course.”

  I pulled it over my head then walked to the door without any panties. I just needed to be covered until I got to my bedroom down the hall. It was unlikely I’d cross paths with anyone at this time of night, but I didn’t want to risk it.

  “Muse?”

  I stopped in the doorway and looked at him.

  His wide shoulders led to narrow hips. Past that, he had muscular thighs and toned calves. He told me every single one of my features was perfect when most women just had a few perfect attributes. But he was exactly the same way. I’d never seen a man more masculine and more handsome at the same time. “Thank you.”

  I didn’t know what he was thanking me for, so I waited for an explanation.

  “Thank you for putting up with me.”

  4

  Conway

  I slept well the night before, so I woke up earlier than usual. I went for a run around the estate before I jumped into the pool to cool off. Dante was awake because he never allowed me to be awake earlier than he was, even if it was a Sunday. I had breakfast on the terrace before the sun even rose over the horizon.

  My thoughts kept drifting back to the erotic night I’d had with Muse.

  She’d crawled right into my lap without my asking. She rode me like it wasn’t her first time, and she was so wet between her legs I nearly came before I was even inside her. There was kissing and touching, heavy breathing and moaning. She said my name and didn’t resist the orgasm I gave her. It was definitely a fantasy, something so sexy I wasn’t sure if it was real. I had the most gorgeous woman on my lap, and I felt her skin-on-skin. Her perfect tits were in my face, firm and delicious.

  She really made me feel like a man.

  Her inexperience aroused me even more. I’d been with women who were amazing lays, but they didn’t compare to this innocent woman who was learning everything. I got to watch her realize what she enjoyed. I got to watch her explore her sexuality, watch her deal with her feelings for me.

  It was sexy as hell.

  Now my mind was buzzing with ideas. My fingers ached to feel the perfect fabric in my hands. I needed a needle and thread. I needed my Muse to stand there and inspire me, to channel all of my desire into the lingerie I would make for women everywhere.

  After breakfast, I stopped by her room. I nearly stepped inside like last time, but then I remembered what I promised her. After what she did for me last night, I was more motivated to fulfill my end of the bargain. It was in my nature to storm into every room I owned and do whatever I wanted. I was a naturally bossy and aggressive man who cared little about the way other people felt. But Muse forced me to be more polite…despite my aversion to politeness. I tapped my knuckles against the wood.

  It was barely seven in the morning so it was early, but since she headed out to the stables every day, she was probably going to wake up soon anyway. Her quiet voice reached me. “Come in.”

  I opened the door and stepped inside.

  She sat up in bed and turned on her bedside lamp. With messy hair and sleepy eyes, she covered her mouth and yawned. The covers fell back slightly, revealing her in the t-shirt she took from my dresser. “Did you need something?” She looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand and squinted her eyes to read the time.

  I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her with a soft smile, finding her cute first thing in the morning. Her makeup was gone, and now her skin glowed after a good night of rest. Her eyes shone a little brighter than normal, probably because they were rested too. “I’m going to the studio in Milan today. I’d like you to come with me.”

  “What are you doing?”

  “Designs.”

  She probably wanted to stay behind and work in the stables, but since we were both compromising, she wouldn’t defy me. Using her for inspiration was one of the reasons I bought her in the first place. It wouldn’t be right if she denied me—and she knew that. “Let me shower and have some breakfast.”

  “We’re leaving in an hour.”

  “That should be enough time.”

  A part of me wanted to pull back the covers and crawl between her legs. Morning sex was always nice. The second I opened my eyes, my dick was usually hard against my stomach. Having soft lips wrap around him would be better than a fresh cup of coffee—any day. But I’d rather save it for later. “Meet me in my room when you’re ready.”

  * * *

  I drove my red Ferrari from Verona to Milan. It was only an hour trip, but riding in this car cut the time in half. I’d had women sit in the passenger seat many times, but never one so beautiful.

  This car was made for me.

  Muse stared out the window and enjoyed the sights with an appreciative eye. To her, this world was beautiful and new. Since I grew up in this gorgeous country, I took it for granted. My backyard was one of the most spectacular and historic places in the world. “Which part of Italy is your favorite?”

  “Tough question.”

  She sat back against the leather seat and turned to me. “Life is all about tough questions.”

  I chuckled. “I love the heat of the south. The vineyards, hillsides, and wine…all of it. It doesn’t snow there, so the winters are mild. But Milan is a very progressive city. Life is a little quicker here. It’s home to many designers and fashion icons. I find it inspiring.”

  “Okay…you told me why you love two different places. Now pick one.”

  “Why do I have to pick just one?” I asked incredulously. “All of Italy is beautiful.”

  “Because I like to make you squirm.”

  I’d spent nearly all my adult life in Milan so I considered it my home, but my roots were unforgettable. “If I had to choose…I prefer the south. My parents have a beautiful property, and we’re surrounded by vineyards in the hillsides. My uncle lives just a mile away, and the main winery my family runs is right down the road.”

  “So you were in the country the way you are now?”

  “Yes…but it’s different.”

  “Do your parents have horses?”

  Talking about my parents left a twinge of annoyance in my chest. They believed in a ridiculous lie that Muse made up. Now I’d have to go along with it…for god knows how long. “No.”

  “Then why did your father buy you a horse?”

  How did she know that? “Did Marco tell you that?”

  She tensed in alarm. “Yeah…I was curious why you had such an ornery horse.”

  “He’s not ornery,” I said. “He just doesn’t like you.”

  “Or Marco,” she countered. “You seem to be the only person he does like.”

  “Like I said, we understand each other. And my father bought me a horse because he said the horse reminded him of me. I had the stables at the time, so he brought him over. My father doesn’t want to deal with the time and effort of keeping up horses, even though he’s the hardest working person I know. So he brought one over here.”

  “Th
at’s nice.” She looked out the window again.

  I kept my eyes on the road with one hand on the wheel. I hoped the conversation about my family was over. They were the only things in the world that actually mattered to me, besides my career and my wealth. But having something important in my life made it dangerous. If someone wanted something from me, it would be easy to coerce me. “I spent some time in the neighboring villages while I was waiting for your audition. I slept under the stars at night, and even though I had no money, people would give me food. I didn’t even need to beg. They just said I was too thin…”

  The idea of her walking through Italy completely homeless made a rock form in my stomach. She had been unsafe and unprotected. A beautiful woman like her should be shielded from the evils of this world. It was the reason I wanted Vanessa to marry a big, perfect man. If he loved her, he would protect her every single minute of the day—and she would allow him to.

  “Italians are very generous and kind. In America, that wouldn’t have happened. People would have just called the police and had me moved.”

  “You shouldn’t have been out there alone.”

  “I didn’t have any other choice. There were a few hostels around, so I took advantage of that, but they don’t let you stay for long.”

  I didn’t want to talk about this anymore. It made my blood boil. “Dante seems to be warming up to you.”

  “You think?” she asked. “I just accept his food and never lift a finger. I don’t even say much to him.”

  “All he wants is to wait on you. If you allow him to, he perks up.”

  “He shouldn’t have to do everything. I’m perfectly capable.”

  I shrugged. “It gives him joy. Just like how Marco doesn’t understand why you would be shoveling horse shit in the stables when you could be lying by the pool all day. Doesn’t make much sense to me either, honestly.”

  “Well, I can’t sit around all the time. Just how Dante can’t work all the time.”

  I could retire if I wanted to, but I loved my work too much. I supposed it was hypocritical of me to challenge her like that. “So you still like the stables?”