He goes pale.
“We’re going to have to rip it off. Or more likely, you’ll have to rip it off of me.”
“Oh God, I can’t do that Brooke.”
“You’re going to have to. Haven’t you ever ripped off a Band-aid?”
“Of course, but we’re talking about something infinitely more precious here than a skinned knee.”
“Well if you really don’t want to do it I can try soaking in a hot tub to see if the adhesive loosens. But I’ve got to warn you, it could take a while.” I give him the single arched brow look with a sexy pout.
Suddenly he looks really anxious. “Well, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try pulling the thing off first.”
“That-a-boy!” I steel myself by fisting the sheets on either side of me and nodding for him to grab the hem of the bustier.
There’s a distinct look of terror in his eyes.
“Go on now, Nathan.” I close my eyes so I don’t have to watch and clench my fists even tighter.
He pulls with a firm tug but all it does is jostle my boobs. I open my eyes and blink. “That isn’t going to work. You’ve got to pull much harder than that. Why don’t you just rip it off sideways?”
Nathan winces.
“Well maybe it’s time to ask…what would Superman do?”
He nods, fired up with new determination.
“He wouldn’t let a little bit of tape stop him. Would he?”
Nathan narrows his eye. “No he wouldn’t.”
Before I can even fist the sheets again, he grabs the upper edge of the bustier and rips with such force that the thing goes flying across the room. I’m so shocked by the surprise combined with the pain that I let out a blood curdling scream and wedge my eyes shut.
The next thing I know he’s on all fours crotched over me. “Brooke, baby…are you alright?”
“It hurts,” I whimper. I open one eye to see his stricken expression. “Maybe you could kiss it and make it all better.”
He nods and gets to work trailing kisses along the red line on my cleavage where the tape was. “Is that better?” he whispers.
I nod and point down to my breast. “I think you need to kiss it better here too.”
He smiles and gently kisses my nipple before swirling his tongue over it and taking it in his mouth. I quickly forget the tape pain.
Considering the fact that my body is still so tightly compressed in spandex, you’d think that I wouldn’t notice my insides clench as he moves to the other nipple, but I do. I notice so intently that I start pushing my star spangled panties off while he focuses on the task at hand…driving me wild.
As he continues I look down and notice the little Superman curl on his forehead I made with styling gel. His eyes are hooded and when I moan his smoldering gaze travels up to meet mine.
I start to squirm so I snap the spandex at the top of my body suit. He understands my direction. He rises up and wedges his fingers under the top band of the body suit and yanks hard.
Nothing. It’s like the damn thing is glued to my skin.
“Good God,” he gasps after another powerful yank. He lifts his hands in the air as if he’s cursing the spandex gods. “What more do we have to go through? I’m in pain here!” He gestures down to his erection.
He sounds pitiful. And in my desperation I spread my legs and run my hand over my crotch. “Look Nathan, there’s a hole in the bodysuit!”
It may be the low light in the room but I could swear his complexion goes green. “Your bodysuit has a hole for sex?”
“Well not so much for sex, but that doesn’t mean it couldn’t work. Come on and try! It’ll be kinky like those people that wear head-to-toe vinyl when they do it.”
He leans over to peer between my legs and he pulls on the spandex opening with his fingers. When he straightens up he shakes his head firmly. “There’s no way.”
I reach down and try to stretch the hole open wider but his mind seems made up.
He leaps off the bed. “I have another idea.” He storms down the hall and returns a minute later with something in his hand. I see the glint of metal. He gets back on the bed and lifts up my large pair of scissors and snaps them open and closed.
I hold my hands up. “Do you know how much this thing cost?” I ask horrified.
“I don’t care what it cost. You’re never wearing it again. Ever.”
I hold my breath as he perches over me and slowly works the bottom blade under the garment right under my breasts. Despite the discomfort of the fear, and the pressure on my skin…the startling sensation of the metal feels surprisingly erotic. When he completes the first snip of the blades the relief of the fabric parting and cool air on my skin is palatable. Nathan kisses the exposed skin as I hold him close.
“Ohhh,” I sigh as I watch.
Nathan gets back to work and his eyes narrow as he slides the blade closer to my belly button and carefully snips again. He sets the scissors down and uses his hands to separate the cut fabric further. His mouth is parted and his eyes full of lust as he skims his fingers across my skin. I can feel the weight of his erection against my thigh.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, do it again.”
He licks his lips. “This is turning you on, huh?”
I nod and trail my fingers over his wrist.
He gives me a crooked smile. “Weird, right? Cause it’s turning me on too.”
I notice how his breath is ragged as he pushes his hand under the spandex and over my soft flesh to protect me from the blade. I feel the metal slide across my belly and my back arches up in response. I can feel the sound of the fabric slicing reverberate between my legs. My thighs part as I wait for him.
“Super…man,” I moan.
Nathan gasps. I feel his hand cup my breast and his thumb slide over my nipple. A moment later the blade moves lower as he snips again.
I look up at him as I bite my lip. “Be careful. Okay?”
He nods and when I see his laser focus I relax as the blade slides a path further down. This snip causes the good kind of throbbing to ache between my legs.
I reach down and grab the edges of the fabric and pull it further apart. “Again,” I whisper.
The sound of the scissor’s blades meeting is music to my ears. My hips are suddenly unbound and I slide my fingers between my legs and back up my belly reveling in the feeling of being exposed for him.
There’s fire in his eyes as he watches me touch myself. His hand follows the path mine just traveled but settles between my legs as he strokes me slowly. My heart is pounding as his touch becomes tight circles just where I need it most. He has me so worked up I can barely see straight.
“Better?” he asks.
“So much,” I groan. I push my hands over the tops of my thighs. “Just here and we can do the rest.”
He nods, takes the scissors and carefully snips as if I’m the most precious package he’s ever had to unwrap. The thigh he’s just freed falls further open. He anxiously focuses on the other. “Last cut,” he whispers.
In our silence the sound of the fabric parting is amplified. I feel his lips against my skin right where the scissors had been. He scrambles to his feet and pulls hard on the fabric as it slides away from underneath my ass. By the time he gets to my knees it’s quick work until he’s yanked the entire suit off.
Our eyes meet in a frantic moment. Every bit of restraint has been pulled away from me and I feel reborn. I think I’d go through the spandex ordeal all over again just to repeat this feeling. Well, not really but it is pretty awesome.
Nathan strokes me, his fingers across my breasts and down my belly, over my hips and between my legs. “Your body is so beautiful, Brooke. You don’t need to wear that stuff, okay?”
“Okay,” I whisper as I study the genuine look of admiration in his eyes. This man loves me so much, every curve and dimple. I reach out for him needing to feel his weight on me.
He pushes inside me slowly, panting with restraint. He looks like he wasn’t sure we’d ever get to this point and he wants to enjoy every moment of it. I think he burned off all the booze with his heroic effort to get me naked. His gaze is alert and steadfast as he completely fills me again and again.