so many times as she masturbated, though Brynn seldom made the leap and climaxed.
She tried to put that from her mind, to forget about the end game and just enjoy Iain’s warm tongue circling her nipple. She tried to move her hands again but couldn’t. That stimulated her more than she thought possible—being held down, ravished. Nothing in her daydreams had prepared her for the reality of being helpless and bound.
As he continued to suck, Iain’s touch on her other breast relaxed and skimmed her sensitive skin. Brynn shivered. Oh, that was good too. His hand brushed down her body, lingering as he traced over her stomach. No matter what amount of pressure he used, his touch was powerfully erotic, leaving little tingles in its wake.
Brynn ground her hips into the mattress, desperate for some relief. Inside, that persistent tension rose and twisted, taking her right to the edge. If Iain would only touch her clit, she just might topple over. Her pussy was so heavy and swollen. Ready for him. Instead, his hands fluttered over her ribs, traced her belly button. She was going to lose her mind. Pressure ratcheted deep in her belly. With each graze of his hand, with each sharp sting of his teeth, it built. She needed…something. Anything. Brynn’s moan sounded like a sob, a wordless plea.
Iain’s hand drifted lower, rubbing her hip. With languid strokes he finally—God, finally —worked his way downward and cupped Brynn’s mound. When he ground the heel of his hand against it, she bucked her hips.
Iain raised his mouth from her breast. “Hold still. Understand? Don’t make me say it again.”
She shivered at the command, her clit throbbing beneath Iain’s palm. She wanted him to press down again, so she froze and prayed he’d continue. Desire made her almost dizzy. Please don’t stop. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, but she would if he didn’t start kneading her again. Soon. If he ignored her for too long, she wouldn’t be able to keep the words from escaping. She’d beg. She’d bargain. Brynn would promise him anything, if only he’d bear down on her pussy.
After a long moment, he placed his mouth over her breast once more and sucked hard, using his lips, his tongue. Brynn willed herself to remain motionless. Finally, Iain began to massage her mons in a circular motion. When he slid two fingers inside of her, Brynn stopped breathing altogether.
Then without warning, her body jerked and her hips leaped off the bed. Sharp, almost violent sensations flashed through her, causing her pussy to contract, her toes to curl. Oh hell. She closed her eyes and tried to hang on as her body tightened. But another spasm, strong and unexpected, tore her to pieces, robbing her brain of oxygen. His fingers pumped faster, not allowing her any relief. Iain Chapman manipulated her body, forcing her higher. When another surge hit, every thought in her head dissolved.
With her stomach muscles quaking, Brynn rode out the mind-numbing waves of pleasure. It seemed to go on forever; it didn’t last long enough. Once her body stopped shaking, she opened her eyes.
She lay limp, exhausted. Exhilarated. It was the most intense experience of her life. Between the confident way Iain touched her and his bossy, domineering attitude, Brynn had shattered beneath his hands. His wonderful, talented hands. She could come—it just had to be under the right circumstances. And the right partner.
She realized that Iain was staring down at her, a bemused look on his face. “You all right, love? You seem a bit gobsmacked.” He wiggled his fingers, which were still sheathed firmly inside of her.
She gasped. “No, I’m good.” She tried to sound all casual and cool, as if having an orgasm were a daily occurrence, but Brynn’s voice came out a little squeaky. Now, after the heat of the moment, her self-consciousness returned. She was lying there with a naked man, a client no less. Who just rocked your world so hard you can’t even
She tried to put that from her mind, to forget about the end game and just enjoy Iain’s warm tongue circling her nipple. She tried to move her hands again but couldn’t. That stimulated her more than she thought possible—being held down, ravished. Nothing in her daydreams had prepared her for the reality of being helpless and bound.
As he continued to suck, Iain’s touch on her other breast relaxed and skimmed her sensitive skin. Brynn shivered. Oh, that was good too. His hand brushed down her body, lingering as he traced over her stomach. No matter what amount of pressure he used, his touch was powerfully erotic, leaving little tingles in its wake.
Brynn ground her hips into the mattress, desperate for some relief. Inside, that persistent tension rose and twisted, taking her right to the edge. If Iain would only touch her clit, she just might topple over. Her pussy was so heavy and swollen. Ready for him. Instead, his hands fluttered over her ribs, traced her belly button. She was going to lose her mind. Pressure ratcheted deep in her belly. With each graze of his hand, with each sharp sting of his teeth, it built. She needed…something. Anything. Brynn’s moan sounded like a sob, a wordless plea.
Iain’s hand drifted lower, rubbing her hip. With languid strokes he finally—God, finally —worked his way downward and cupped Brynn’s mound. When he ground the heel of his hand against it, she bucked her hips.
Iain raised his mouth from her breast. “Hold still. Understand? Don’t make me say it again.”
She shivered at the command, her clit throbbing beneath Iain’s palm. She wanted him to press down again, so she froze and prayed he’d continue. Desire made her almost dizzy. Please don’t stop. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, but she would if he didn’t start kneading her again. Soon. If he ignored her for too long, she wouldn’t be able to keep the words from escaping. She’d beg. She’d bargain. Brynn would promise him anything, if only he’d bear down on her pussy.
After a long moment, he placed his mouth over her breast once more and sucked hard, using his lips, his tongue. Brynn willed herself to remain motionless. Finally, Iain began to massage her mons in a circular motion. When he slid two fingers inside of her, Brynn stopped breathing altogether.
Then without warning, her body jerked and her hips leaped off the bed. Sharp, almost violent sensations flashed through her, causing her pussy to contract, her toes to curl. Oh hell. She closed her eyes and tried to hang on as her body tightened. But another spasm, strong and unexpected, tore her to pieces, robbing her brain of oxygen. His fingers pumped faster, not allowing her any relief. Iain Chapman manipulated her body, forcing her higher. When another surge hit, every thought in her head dissolved.
With her stomach muscles quaking, Brynn rode out the mind-numbing waves of pleasure. It seemed to go on forever; it didn’t last long enough. Once her body stopped shaking, she opened her eyes.
She lay limp, exhausted. Exhilarated. It was the most intense experience of her life. Between the confident way Iain touched her and his bossy, domineering attitude, Brynn had shattered beneath his hands. His wonderful, talented hands. She could come—it just had to be under the right circumstances. And the right partner.
She realized that Iain was staring down at her, a bemused look on his face. “You all right, love? You seem a bit gobsmacked.” He wiggled his fingers, which were still sheathed firmly inside of her.
She gasped. “No, I’m good.” She tried to sound all casual and cool, as if having an orgasm were a daily occurrence, but Brynn’s voice came out a little squeaky. Now, after the heat of the moment, her self-consciousness returned. She was lying there with a naked man, a client no less. Who just rocked your world so hard you can’t even
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