touch.
But he wanted to take this slow. Torment her a little, make her want it so badly she’d forget all about the stupid fucking challenge and just beg him to take her. The only way to ensure that would happen would be to surprise her. She’d expect him to want it fast. He wasn’t going to take it fast.
So instead of running his fingers over her nipples, he skated the line of her ribs again, grasping her waist and pulling her gently against his erection.
“You make me hard, Katya. Your body, your scent, the little sounds you make. Youthink I can’t feel your reactions? Can you feel mine?” He moved against her again, butshe didn’t respond.
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He closed his eyes and inhaled the musk of her arousal, rocking his hard-on back and forth against her buttocks. He set a rhythm, and soon enough she was inching back toward him.
Toward his cock, as if she searched for it, needed it.
And it was damn well ready for her, too.
But not yet. In order to torment her, he’d have to suffer the same torture.
Waiting.
He was going to die of acute arousal before this was over.
“Your skin melts under my hands,” he murmured, sliding his fingers inside the waistband of her pants again, moving just far enough to touch soft, heated skin. When he moved one hand to the front near her zipper, she backed against his cock again as if she was trying to escape his probing fingers.
But there was no place she could hide from him. He had her in front, and he hadher in back.
Soon, he reminded himself. Be patient.
But his patience was quickly wearing thin.
And judging from the harsh rasps of her breath, hers was, too.
“Do you want me?” he asked.
It took her a moment to reply. “No.”
She wasn’t a very good liar. “Maybe I haven’t been thorough enough in my efforts.”
He moved in front of her and searched her face. Desire etched frown lines on her
forehead, the darkening honey color of her eyes glowed with a primal lust he recognized all too well, and the way she swiped her tongue across her parched lips was a silent signal of wanting.
“Thirsty?”
She nodded.
He led her into the kitchen and opened a bottle, pouring a glass of brandy. She held out her hand to take it from him. But he pulled back. “You need something, I’ll give it toyou. Drink.”
She sighed, her frustration evident, but opened her mouth dutifully while he heldthe glass to her lips.
Watching her sip the golden liquid made his balls tighten. The way she licked therim of her glass, then her own lips, made him want to see the same kind of reaction when he came in her mouth. He wanted her to take his cum the way she took the brandy. Eagerly, thoroughly, swallowing every drop and then licking her lips for any leftover flavor.
Resisting the urge to stroke his cock, he took a couple long swallows of the fiery
liquid, enjoying the slow burn of his belly as the brandy warmed its way down.
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Then he leaned in, tasting the sweet liquor on Katya’s lips, once again thrusting his tongue inside her mouth to swirl their flavors together. Tongue to tongue, lips to lips, he fit his mouth over hers as if to show her how well they meshed.
Soon, he’d show her much more than his mouth.
Taking a step back, he admired the swell of her breasts, the thrusting nipples that begged for his touch, his mouth. Waiting to touch and taste her was agony. His balls were twisted in a vise of tight need that threatened to send him to his knees.
Instead, he pressed his lips against her neck, lingering at the pulse point there and counting each rapidly thrumming beat.
Her racing blood told him exactly what he needed to know.
Lesson three. Move in for the kill.
He reached for her breasts, cupping them once again, feeling their weight as they settled into his palms. Then he swirled his thumbs around the areolas, circling them over and over until her nipples pebbled
But he wanted to take this slow. Torment her a little, make her want it so badly she’d forget all about the stupid fucking challenge and just beg him to take her. The only way to ensure that would happen would be to surprise her. She’d expect him to want it fast. He wasn’t going to take it fast.
So instead of running his fingers over her nipples, he skated the line of her ribs again, grasping her waist and pulling her gently against his erection.
“You make me hard, Katya. Your body, your scent, the little sounds you make. Youthink I can’t feel your reactions? Can you feel mine?” He moved against her again, butshe didn’t respond.
57
Jaci Burton
He closed his eyes and inhaled the musk of her arousal, rocking his hard-on back and forth against her buttocks. He set a rhythm, and soon enough she was inching back toward him.
Toward his cock, as if she searched for it, needed it.
And it was damn well ready for her, too.
But not yet. In order to torment her, he’d have to suffer the same torture.
Waiting.
He was going to die of acute arousal before this was over.
“Your skin melts under my hands,” he murmured, sliding his fingers inside the waistband of her pants again, moving just far enough to touch soft, heated skin. When he moved one hand to the front near her zipper, she backed against his cock again as if she was trying to escape his probing fingers.
But there was no place she could hide from him. He had her in front, and he hadher in back.
Soon, he reminded himself. Be patient.
But his patience was quickly wearing thin.
And judging from the harsh rasps of her breath, hers was, too.
“Do you want me?” he asked.
It took her a moment to reply. “No.”
She wasn’t a very good liar. “Maybe I haven’t been thorough enough in my efforts.”
He moved in front of her and searched her face. Desire etched frown lines on her
forehead, the darkening honey color of her eyes glowed with a primal lust he recognized all too well, and the way she swiped her tongue across her parched lips was a silent signal of wanting.
“Thirsty?”
She nodded.
He led her into the kitchen and opened a bottle, pouring a glass of brandy. She held out her hand to take it from him. But he pulled back. “You need something, I’ll give it toyou. Drink.”
She sighed, her frustration evident, but opened her mouth dutifully while he heldthe glass to her lips.
Watching her sip the golden liquid made his balls tighten. The way she licked therim of her glass, then her own lips, made him want to see the same kind of reaction when he came in her mouth. He wanted her to take his cum the way she took the brandy. Eagerly, thoroughly, swallowing every drop and then licking her lips for any leftover flavor.
Resisting the urge to stroke his cock, he took a couple long swallows of the fiery
liquid, enjoying the slow burn of his belly as the brandy warmed its way down.
58
Mountain Moonlight
Then he leaned in, tasting the sweet liquor on Katya’s lips, once again thrusting his tongue inside her mouth to swirl their flavors together. Tongue to tongue, lips to lips, he fit his mouth over hers as if to show her how well they meshed.
Soon, he’d show her much more than his mouth.
Taking a step back, he admired the swell of her breasts, the thrusting nipples that begged for his touch, his mouth. Waiting to touch and taste her was agony. His balls were twisted in a vise of tight need that threatened to send him to his knees.
Instead, he pressed his lips against her neck, lingering at the pulse point there and counting each rapidly thrumming beat.
Her racing blood told him exactly what he needed to know.
Lesson three. Move in for the kill.
He reached for her breasts, cupping them once again, feeling their weight as they settled into his palms. Then he swirled his thumbs around the areolas, circling them over and over until her nipples pebbled
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