“Now where’s that tiramisu?” he asked, patting me playfully on the bottom.
“I’m surprised you have any room left after that,” I said.
I bent down to pull my pants up, but Oliver grabbed my arm.
“Leave them,” he said. “Take them off. And your shirt.”
I looked at him slightly puzzled.
“You like being naked. Be naked for me. Let me admire your body.”
He kissed me again on the lips.
I was entranced. And something about being naked in front of him while he was still fully clothed turned me on. I removed all my clothing, including my shoes and socks, and stood before him completely bare.
“Turn around,” he said. “Show me.”
I did as he asked, turning slowly on the spot so he could admire my body.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. “Where’s that tiramisu?”