over her arm.
“Or, we can have a do-and-tell session.”
“A what?”
“I do something.” He rolled her nipple between his fingers. “And you tell me if you like it and want more.” His lips latched onto a nipple and sucked.
“That,” she gasped, “goes in the like-it-a-lot column.”
He laughed and released her. She cupped his face and raised his head to look into his eyes. “Please. You want to know what I want. Let me tell you.” She was determined not to mess this up with a lack of honesty.
“Tell me.” He braced himself over her.
She stretched and turned off the bedside lamp to make it easier for her to talk. Her hand cruised over his shoulder and down over his bicep as she gathered courage. “First, I want you to understand I have no sexperience and sexpertise.”
“Wait.” He rolled to his back, reaching to turn on the light.
“Please, I don’t want the light.” There was enough light in the room for her to see his confused expression.
He came back and rested a hand on her hip. “Go ahead.”
“I don’t ever want to be restrained or hit.” She’d had enough of that in her life to know she didn’t want more. From anyone. She felt him tense and his breathing changed. Panic gripped her. Were those things that he liked? Wanted? Had she ruined everything? Again.
“Tying you up is not something that would get me off. The only way I would do it is if you asked me.” He pushed back her hair then ran his hand down her neck to the swell of her breast. “I would never hit you. Never. I would never do anything to hurt you. I promise you.”
She nodded.
“Has anyone has ever hurt you like that?” He said with a definite edge in his voice.
“Why? Would you look for them and do something?” She remembered the man at Pappy’s.
“Yes.” He reached for the light—this time turning it on. He cupped her chin and lifted her head. “Look at me. I want you to know I’m serious. If anyone ever hurts you, I want to know. I will find them. I will make sure they never hurt you, or anyone else again.” That quiet fire she’d seen burn in the eyes of Special Ops men was a full-blown, raging, dangerous wildfire in his.
“Understand?”
She nodded.
“About that lack of sexperience and sexpertise.”
She closed her eyes.
“I have no flipping idea what you’re talking about.”
Her eyes flew open.
“Sex with you is freaking fantastic. That first night with you was…. I don’t know how to explain it.”
She shifted uncomfortably, embarrassed by his praise.
“You took control and holy shit. You were amazing.” He turned on his side and reached to turn off the light.
“No. Leave it on. I want to see you. It excites me to see your reaction when I touch you.”
“You are a dangerous woman, Celia West.”
“Is that a good or bad dangerous?”
He laughed. “Both.”
“I only want to give you the pleasure you give me.” She traced the corded muscles of his powerful arms with her fingers. Ran her tongue along the edge of defined muscles, tasting him, enjoying the low rumbles of pleasure he made. She moved between his legs. “Bend your legs.” She scraped her nails up the back of his thighs as she kissed, nipped and sucked the inside until his skin quivered. When she reached his balls, he rose up on his elbows to watch. She paused and gave him a questioning look.
“I want to see what you’re doing.”
She swept her hair to one side then put her hands alongside his body, scooting up so his dick was trapped between her breasts. She bent, lapped at his flat belly and his musky scent filled her nostrils. His dick jerked a response. “I like I can make powerful man like you respond this way.”
“I like it too.” He groaned.
She licked her way to his nipple, took it between her teeth and tugged as she played her tongue over the tiny piece of captured flesh. Hunter sucked in a long breath and dropped back. She was surprised to find he enjoyed that as much as she did. Even
“Or, we can have a do-and-tell session.”
“A what?”
“I do something.” He rolled her nipple between his fingers. “And you tell me if you like it and want more.” His lips latched onto a nipple and sucked.
“That,” she gasped, “goes in the like-it-a-lot column.”
He laughed and released her. She cupped his face and raised his head to look into his eyes. “Please. You want to know what I want. Let me tell you.” She was determined not to mess this up with a lack of honesty.
“Tell me.” He braced himself over her.
She stretched and turned off the bedside lamp to make it easier for her to talk. Her hand cruised over his shoulder and down over his bicep as she gathered courage. “First, I want you to understand I have no sexperience and sexpertise.”
“Wait.” He rolled to his back, reaching to turn on the light.
“Please, I don’t want the light.” There was enough light in the room for her to see his confused expression.
He came back and rested a hand on her hip. “Go ahead.”
“I don’t ever want to be restrained or hit.” She’d had enough of that in her life to know she didn’t want more. From anyone. She felt him tense and his breathing changed. Panic gripped her. Were those things that he liked? Wanted? Had she ruined everything? Again.
“Tying you up is not something that would get me off. The only way I would do it is if you asked me.” He pushed back her hair then ran his hand down her neck to the swell of her breast. “I would never hit you. Never. I would never do anything to hurt you. I promise you.”
She nodded.
“Has anyone has ever hurt you like that?” He said with a definite edge in his voice.
“Why? Would you look for them and do something?” She remembered the man at Pappy’s.
“Yes.” He reached for the light—this time turning it on. He cupped her chin and lifted her head. “Look at me. I want you to know I’m serious. If anyone ever hurts you, I want to know. I will find them. I will make sure they never hurt you, or anyone else again.” That quiet fire she’d seen burn in the eyes of Special Ops men was a full-blown, raging, dangerous wildfire in his.
“Understand?”
She nodded.
“About that lack of sexperience and sexpertise.”
She closed her eyes.
“I have no flipping idea what you’re talking about.”
Her eyes flew open.
“Sex with you is freaking fantastic. That first night with you was…. I don’t know how to explain it.”
She shifted uncomfortably, embarrassed by his praise.
“You took control and holy shit. You were amazing.” He turned on his side and reached to turn off the light.
“No. Leave it on. I want to see you. It excites me to see your reaction when I touch you.”
“You are a dangerous woman, Celia West.”
“Is that a good or bad dangerous?”
He laughed. “Both.”
“I only want to give you the pleasure you give me.” She traced the corded muscles of his powerful arms with her fingers. Ran her tongue along the edge of defined muscles, tasting him, enjoying the low rumbles of pleasure he made. She moved between his legs. “Bend your legs.” She scraped her nails up the back of his thighs as she kissed, nipped and sucked the inside until his skin quivered. When she reached his balls, he rose up on his elbows to watch. She paused and gave him a questioning look.
“I want to see what you’re doing.”
She swept her hair to one side then put her hands alongside his body, scooting up so his dick was trapped between her breasts. She bent, lapped at his flat belly and his musky scent filled her nostrils. His dick jerked a response. “I like I can make powerful man like you respond this way.”
“I like it too.” He groaned.
She licked her way to his nipple, took it between her teeth and tugged as she played her tongue over the tiny piece of captured flesh. Hunter sucked in a long breath and dropped back. She was surprised to find he enjoyed that as much as she did. Even
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