Book 1 - Page 78 (2/2)
My breathing changes, becoming shallow, rushed, full of expectation. His fingers are at my zipper. Achingly slow, once more he eases it down while his lips move, licking and kissing and sucking their way across to my other shoulder. He is so tantalizingly good at this. My body resonates, and I start to squirm languidly beneath his touch.
”You. Are. Going. To. Have. To. Learn. To. Keep. Still,” he whispers, kissing me around my nape between each word.
He tugs at the fastening at the halter neck, and the dress drops and pools at my feet.
”No bra, Miss Steele. I like that.”
His hands reach round and cup my br**sts, and my ni**les pucker at his touch.
”Lift your arms and put them around my head,” he murmurs against my neck.
I obey immediately, and my br**sts rise and push into his hands, my ni**les hardening further. My fingers weave into his hair, and very gently I tug his soft, s.e.xy hair. I roll my head to one side to give him easier access to my neck.
”Mmm... ” he murmurs into that s.p.a.ce behind my ear, as he starts to extend my ni**les with his long fingers, mirroring my hands in his hair.
I groan as the sensation registers sharp and clear in my groin.
”Shall I make you come this way?” he whispers.
I arch my back to force my br**sts into his expert hands.
”You like this, don't you, Miss Steele?”
”Mmm... ”
”Tell me.” He continues the slow sensuous torture, pulling gently.
”Yes.”
”Yes, what.”
”Yes... Sir.”
”Good girl.” He pinches me hard, and my body writhes convulsively against his front.
I gasp at the exquisite, acute, pleasure/pain. I feel him against me. I moan and my hands clench in his hair pulling harder.
”I don't think you're ready to come yet,” he whispers, stilling his hands, and he gently bites my earlobe and tugs at it. ”Besides, you have displeased me.”
Oh... no, what will this mean My brain registers through the fog of needy desire as I groan.
”So perhaps I won't let you come after all.” He returns the attention of his fingers to my ni**les, pulling, twisting, kneading. I grind my behind against him... moving side to side.
I feel his grin against my neck as his hands move down to my hips. His fingers hook into my panties at the back, stretching them, and he pushes his thumbs through the material, shredding them and tossing them in front of me so I can see ... holy s.h.i.+t. His hands move down to my s.e.x... and from behind, he slowly inserts his finger.
”Oh, yes. My sweet girl is all ready,” he breathes as he whirls me round so I'm facing him. His breathing has quickened. He puts his finger in his mouth. ”You taste so fine, Miss Steele.” He sighs. ”Undress me,” he commands quietly, staring down at me, eyes hooded.
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