Part 48 (2/2)

Her eyes flew open. ”I want...”

”So do I. But maybe not in bed.”

”How?”

He picked up her hand, carrying it to his mouth so that he could worry the pad of her thumb with his teeth as he looked around the room, then spotted the dining room chair he'd set in the corner to use as a clothes rack.

Climbing off the bed, he turned the chair toward the bed, then came back to reach for her hand again.

”Come over here.”

”What are we going to do?”

”You'll see.”

She came off the bed, looking at him questioningly as he sat on the chair, the angle of his body thrusting his c.o.c.k upward.

He saw her gaze flick to his erection, then away.

”Come stand in front of me where I can touch you,” he said in a husky voice as he opened his legs.

She did as he asked, and he stroked her hip and across her stomach, then kissed her shoulder as he let his hands drift upward, caressing the under curve of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

”I'm going to stay in this chair. So anytime you want to stop what we're doing, all you have to do is step away from me.”

She stared at him in surprise, then gave a little nod.

As he touched her, he slowly gathered her to him, giving her time to draw back. But she remained in his embrace, swaying a little on unsteady legs.

She leaned forward to clasp her arms around his shoulders, then dragged her hands upward into his hair.

”This is a very nice view I have here,” he murmured.

She managed a laugh.

”Very nice,” he repeated as he caressed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with his face and mouth, then sucked on one nipple while he teased the other with his thumb and finger.

He felt a s.h.i.+ver go through her.

”Are you all right?”

”Yes,” she answered, her voice breathy.

”Good.”

His other hand drifted lower, caressing her bottom, then reaching inward to stroke high up between her legs.

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