There is something about slipping into lingerie that already has nothing to hide. Brown lace, crotchless, delicate against my skin but completely shameless about what it reveals. I walked into the room and found him already stretched out on the bed, hard and patient, waiting for me without a word. I didn’t need one. I climbed up and made myself comfortable right where I wanted to be — straddling his face, hips rocking slow while my hand wrapped around his cock. There is a selfish kind of pleasure in using a man’s mouth while you jerk him off, feeling his tongue work against you while you control every stroke. But…