and crept into his room. Moonlight streamed in the bay window,illuminating his perfect form reclined on the bed.
"What took you so long?"
His question was softly sensuous and she instinctively moved toward him.
"I wanted to make you wait," she said, not recognizing her own voice.
"I'm not a patient man," he said, and she smiled.
"Too bad. Tonight we're playing by my rules."
He was lying on his back, his hands propping up his head. "Next time we'll play by mine."She pulled the sash from her robe and moved slowly to the bed. His magnificent chest was bare andshe couldn't resist toying with him, dragging the edge of the pink sash across his tanned expanse of skin.He growled deep from his chest and reached for her.
She took a step back. "Somehow I didn't think I could trust you to behave yourself. Keep your armsabove your head."
His brown eyes followed her as she moved up to the head of the bed. Her open robe revealed ashort, tight, and translucent slip.
He hadn't obeyed her command yet, so she threatened, "I can either use this on your eyes or yourwrists. Your choice."
A wicked, aroused smile curved his lips. "What if I choose one now, one later?"
"My rules, Ty. Make your choice." She never knew how much she liked being in charge, liked playingthe bad girl.
Being with a bad boy like Ty had roused her inner seductress.
"Wrists," he said. "But first, this." He reached up and pulled her slip off over her head, leaving hernaked but not the least bit chilled. Everywhere he looked, every place his fingers drifted, was burning up.Knowing it would drive him crazy, she leaned over him as she tied his arms to the bedpost with thesash. Her breasts swayed over his mouth and she was sorely tempted to drop her nipples into his waitingmouth. But she wanted to tease him, to tantalize him, wanted him to burst with desire for her before shegave in.
His wrists secure, she pulled down the sheets that covered him.
He was blessedly naked. And so incredibly beautiful.
His cock rose up, huge and thick. "I take it you found what you were looking for?"His words were taunting and yet seductive.
"I can't stop reliving what you did to me yesterday with your hands, your mouth. I can't stop thinkingabout what it would have been like if the tables had been turned."He swallowed hard. "Turn them."
She climbed up on the bed and straddled his thighs. "I can't help but wonder if you taste as good asyou look."
His voice was strangled. "There's only one way to find out."She smiled. "Who says jocks aren't smart?"
Slowly leaning down, letting her hair brush against his abdominal muscles so that they jumped andtightened, she pressed her lips to the tip of his cock. A drop of liquid surfaced and she licked it off in onesmooth stroke. Until this moment, Julie had never been a big fan of blow jobs.Funny how one man could change her opinion about absolutely everything.She ran her tongue lightly down the long, thick shaft. How had they managed to fit together whenshe was an eighteen-year-old virgin?
She couldn't wait to find out again.
Without warning, she took him deep into her mouth.
His hips bucked up off the bed and he groaned her name. She loved watching him lose control,loved knowing that she was the woman making it happen.
"Untie me," he growled.
She shook her head. "Not until I'm done with you."
As much as she loved tasting him, giving him pleasure with her tongue and lips, she wanted to feelhim deep within her more. Right now.
She moved up his body, put her hands on his chest, and pushed down onto his cock, letting his firstthick inch spread her wide open. She'd relived their lovemaking so many times over the past ten years,yet nothing could have possibly lived up to the incredible reality.
"More, Julie. Take more," he urged and she gave in, taking him in another inch. Before she couldstop herself, before she could remember to slow down to torture him with longing, she slid all the waydown, pressed her pelvic bone against his.
And that
"What took you so long?"
His question was softly sensuous and she instinctively moved toward him.
"I wanted to make you wait," she said, not recognizing her own voice.
"I'm not a patient man," he said, and she smiled.
"Too bad. Tonight we're playing by my rules."
He was lying on his back, his hands propping up his head. "Next time we'll play by mine."She pulled the sash from her robe and moved slowly to the bed. His magnificent chest was bare andshe couldn't resist toying with him, dragging the edge of the pink sash across his tanned expanse of skin.He growled deep from his chest and reached for her.
She took a step back. "Somehow I didn't think I could trust you to behave yourself. Keep your armsabove your head."
His brown eyes followed her as she moved up to the head of the bed. Her open robe revealed ashort, tight, and translucent slip.
He hadn't obeyed her command yet, so she threatened, "I can either use this on your eyes or yourwrists. Your choice."
A wicked, aroused smile curved his lips. "What if I choose one now, one later?"
"My rules, Ty. Make your choice." She never knew how much she liked being in charge, liked playingthe bad girl.
Being with a bad boy like Ty had roused her inner seductress.
"Wrists," he said. "But first, this." He reached up and pulled her slip off over her head, leaving hernaked but not the least bit chilled. Everywhere he looked, every place his fingers drifted, was burning up.Knowing it would drive him crazy, she leaned over him as she tied his arms to the bedpost with thesash. Her breasts swayed over his mouth and she was sorely tempted to drop her nipples into his waitingmouth. But she wanted to tease him, to tantalize him, wanted him to burst with desire for her before shegave in.
His wrists secure, she pulled down the sheets that covered him.
He was blessedly naked. And so incredibly beautiful.
His cock rose up, huge and thick. "I take it you found what you were looking for?"His words were taunting and yet seductive.
"I can't stop reliving what you did to me yesterday with your hands, your mouth. I can't stop thinkingabout what it would have been like if the tables had been turned."He swallowed hard. "Turn them."
She climbed up on the bed and straddled his thighs. "I can't help but wonder if you taste as good asyou look."
His voice was strangled. "There's only one way to find out."She smiled. "Who says jocks aren't smart?"
Slowly leaning down, letting her hair brush against his abdominal muscles so that they jumped andtightened, she pressed her lips to the tip of his cock. A drop of liquid surfaced and she licked it off in onesmooth stroke. Until this moment, Julie had never been a big fan of blow jobs.Funny how one man could change her opinion about absolutely everything.She ran her tongue lightly down the long, thick shaft. How had they managed to fit together whenshe was an eighteen-year-old virgin?
She couldn't wait to find out again.
Without warning, she took him deep into her mouth.
His hips bucked up off the bed and he groaned her name. She loved watching him lose control,loved knowing that she was the woman making it happen.
"Untie me," he growled.
She shook her head. "Not until I'm done with you."
As much as she loved tasting him, giving him pleasure with her tongue and lips, she wanted to feelhim deep within her more. Right now.
She moved up his body, put her hands on his chest, and pushed down onto his cock, letting his firstthick inch spread her wide open. She'd relived their lovemaking so many times over the past ten years,yet nothing could have possibly lived up to the incredible reality.
"More, Julie. Take more," he urged and she gave in, taking him in another inch. Before she couldstop herself, before she could remember to slow down to torture him with longing, she slid all the waydown, pressed her pelvic bone against his.
And that
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