oddly exciting, and definitely outside her comfort zone. She settled back on his thighs. If she planned to do this she’d have to trust him. If they were setting inhibitions free though, then he could go first.
“Take off your clothes,” she commanded, to see if he would.
“So that’s how it’s going to be.” Without hesitation, he shrugged out of his T-shirt and tossed it onto the floor. “I say we take turns undressing, but fair warning. There’s going to be talking and touching involved. And it’ll be dirty.”
She inched forward, the apex of her thighs rubbing the base of his erection. “Let’s make sure we have the rules straight. I get to talk and touch first.”
“Those are good rules.” He leaned back against the sofa. “Be my guest. Why don’t we say three of each, talking and touching, per turn? There should be at least one compliment involved in the talking, though.”
“Fair enough. Put your hands behind your head.”
He complied, lacing his fingers together. “Don’t forget the compliment.”
“Shh. It’s my turn to talk.” All her worries over tonight now seemed ridiculous. She could relax and enjoy. Try something new. She tapped her chin with her finger. There’d be no shocking him. He’d made that perfectly clear. Besides, after his investigation was finished, they were never going to see each other again. She could say or do what she liked. “I plan to start at the top and work my way down. All the way down.”
The thought of how he would taste had her shifting her weight in eager anticipation.
He let out a groan. “Did I say three of each? I meant just one. Either or. And there should be a time limit.”
“It’s too late to change the rules now.” She molded against him, her chest pressed to his, hands on his shoulders, and took his lower lip between her teeth. She drew it into her mouth, nipping and sucking, licking it with the tip of her tongue. She felt the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the quickening pace of his breaths. “I love the shape of your mouth. I can already imagine how good it will feel on my labia minora .”
“I can’t believe you managed to make paying me a compliment sound smart and dirty,” he growled.
She smiled, ridiculously pleased with herself. She eased back a little, sliding her palms from his shoulders to the heavy pectoral muscles, weighing their solid strength, then lowered her mouth to one of his nipples. She flicked her tongue across it. His back arched in response and he muttered a swear word. She took the dampened flesh between her thumb and forefinger and teased it gently as she moved her tongue to the other nipple.
“This counts as three touches,” he warned her, his voice husky. “You’ve got one comment left. Then it’s my turn. Brace yourself.”
“That sounds like a promise.”
“Oh, it definitely is.”
She straightened, trying to think through the puddle her brain had become. “The feel of your hard penis against me makes me wet inside.”
Laughter rumbled through his whole body, spreading to hers. “I don’t care how scientific I said you could be. I’ve got to draw the line somewhere. You can’t say penis. There’s no way I believe it makes you wet when it’s making me shrivel, and that’s not going to be good for either one of us. Try saying ‘dick’ for me. Even ‘junk’ would be better.”
His laugh was infectious and tempting, seductive all on its own. She was not, however, changing the script. He’d issued a challenge.
Challenge accepted.
She spread her palms on his rock-solid abdomen, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of his shorts. “What really makes me wet is knowing that as soon as these come off, I’m going to find out how good your penis tastes. I’m going to run my tongue around the rim of your penis and take it into my mouth. I’m going to suck on your penis until you’re ready to explode.” She eased her hand inside his shorts. He was full and hard. Not at all
“Take off your clothes,” she commanded, to see if he would.
“So that’s how it’s going to be.” Without hesitation, he shrugged out of his T-shirt and tossed it onto the floor. “I say we take turns undressing, but fair warning. There’s going to be talking and touching involved. And it’ll be dirty.”
She inched forward, the apex of her thighs rubbing the base of his erection. “Let’s make sure we have the rules straight. I get to talk and touch first.”
“Those are good rules.” He leaned back against the sofa. “Be my guest. Why don’t we say three of each, talking and touching, per turn? There should be at least one compliment involved in the talking, though.”
“Fair enough. Put your hands behind your head.”
He complied, lacing his fingers together. “Don’t forget the compliment.”
“Shh. It’s my turn to talk.” All her worries over tonight now seemed ridiculous. She could relax and enjoy. Try something new. She tapped her chin with her finger. There’d be no shocking him. He’d made that perfectly clear. Besides, after his investigation was finished, they were never going to see each other again. She could say or do what she liked. “I plan to start at the top and work my way down. All the way down.”
The thought of how he would taste had her shifting her weight in eager anticipation.
He let out a groan. “Did I say three of each? I meant just one. Either or. And there should be a time limit.”
“It’s too late to change the rules now.” She molded against him, her chest pressed to his, hands on his shoulders, and took his lower lip between her teeth. She drew it into her mouth, nipping and sucking, licking it with the tip of her tongue. She felt the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the quickening pace of his breaths. “I love the shape of your mouth. I can already imagine how good it will feel on my labia minora .”
“I can’t believe you managed to make paying me a compliment sound smart and dirty,” he growled.
She smiled, ridiculously pleased with herself. She eased back a little, sliding her palms from his shoulders to the heavy pectoral muscles, weighing their solid strength, then lowered her mouth to one of his nipples. She flicked her tongue across it. His back arched in response and he muttered a swear word. She took the dampened flesh between her thumb and forefinger and teased it gently as she moved her tongue to the other nipple.
“This counts as three touches,” he warned her, his voice husky. “You’ve got one comment left. Then it’s my turn. Brace yourself.”
“That sounds like a promise.”
“Oh, it definitely is.”
She straightened, trying to think through the puddle her brain had become. “The feel of your hard penis against me makes me wet inside.”
Laughter rumbled through his whole body, spreading to hers. “I don’t care how scientific I said you could be. I’ve got to draw the line somewhere. You can’t say penis. There’s no way I believe it makes you wet when it’s making me shrivel, and that’s not going to be good for either one of us. Try saying ‘dick’ for me. Even ‘junk’ would be better.”
His laugh was infectious and tempting, seductive all on its own. She was not, however, changing the script. He’d issued a challenge.
Challenge accepted.
She spread her palms on his rock-solid abdomen, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of his shorts. “What really makes me wet is knowing that as soon as these come off, I’m going to find out how good your penis tastes. I’m going to run my tongue around the rim of your penis and take it into my mouth. I’m going to suck on your penis until you’re ready to explode.” She eased her hand inside his shorts. He was full and hard. Not at all
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