Think I Want to Twist the Plot This Time

Part 3

His hand moves to push the edge of her skirt past her knees so he can kneel between them once her legs spread a little wider. Should she undress him? Does she even know how to undo a tie? Luckily she doesn't have to think about it as his hands replace hers on the knot, loosening it enough to throw it across the room.

They breathe together heavily for a moment, and now her eyes have started to adjust. Enough to look right at that piercing gaze, falling into him. Even in the dark, they're so wonderfully blue and perfect. Barbie nods, giving him her trust.

Her hands fall to Oppenheimer's shoulders, pushing his suspenders down. She leans in and dares to kiss his neck and she feels him hum from his throat. Gosh, that's nice, enough to where she kisses him a few more times and tests the ways she can drive him mad with desire. Then they both reach for the buttons on his shirt. One thing that she hates about elongated nails like this is how much she's fumbling to unbutton each one, fighting that urge to just rip them off. He's skinnier than even she imagined with each inch of skin exposed, but he's taut and warm and sure and with the way Barbie keeps surging into him, she still wants him terribly.

He kisses her again after he shrugs off his shirt (finally), but his lips don't stay there for long as they start to move down her jaw, then her neck. Of course, those long fingers undo each pearl button of her blouse with effortless precision, and his mouth trails behind to taste every inch of her. First her neck, and Barbie tilts her head back to give him more access, and he starts to move her shirt off her shoulders. As he works down her chest, she finally looks down and holds back a chuckle—of course her bullet bra is pink, too, and this is the first time she's seeing it.

After shrugging her blouse off the bed, his fingers are on her back, deftly unhooking her bra which immediately tells Barbie that he really knows what he's doing. She's never been so exposed before—so vulnerable with another person. She shakily exhales as he gently moves the silk off her body, trying to calm herself. There's nothing to really be embarrassed about, and though his reaction doesn't change, his lips immediately descend from her collarbone, eager to move down.

Barbie arches into that mouth, closing her eyes as she lets herself focus on the way he's touching her. He's gentle—almost too gentle, like he knows he's handling someone with such little experience. That starts to change when he moves his hands from her waist up to her breasts, finally starting to play with them. And oh—oh, it's so much better when it's someone else. Those fingers pinch and gently flick her nipples into stiff peaks, his mouth soon following after. Whatever she said about noise goes completely out the door as she forgets everything around her except the pleasure she's receiving. Her hands instinctively know to brush through his hair, which is very soft even though it's short, encouraging him on.

He's even added the graze of teeth to the mix, and there's that pulse in her core, her hips canting in desperate search for contact. Barbie tugs at his hair as she moans louder, barely even registering she's so vocal in the first place. It sounds like a distant echo, like it's not even her.

Oppenheimer sighs into her skin, kissing back up to her neck. "And what was that again about being too loud?" he teases. While his mouth goes higher, his hands push lower, undoing her belt.

Laughing, Barbie moves her hands to cup his jaw, bringing him up from her neck to her lips for yet another kiss. "Well, you're very good at that, Oppie," she assures, stroking her thumbs over those impossibly sharp cheekbones. "Don't you want to keep track of whether or not I like what you're doing?"

"I certainly do." He hums, gently lifting her hips up to reach the buttons of her skirt, undoing them just as easily as her blouse. She helps him shimmy it down her legs, along with her slip. And now Barbie's just in her garter belt, knickers, and stockings—all pink, of course. Just a few more layers and they're both just skin, and she can touch and feel him, breathe him in and have him.