her arms wrap tensely around me. Still, it was improvement. I was determined to make her see the truth.
“I love the way our bodies fit together,” I breathed into her ear as my hands raked up and down along the sides of her body, over her luscious, round hips.
After what seemed like an hour, she finally responded with a shuddering breath. “Yeah. I like it too.”
Vague, unsatisfying comment...
Like? She likes it? She wasn’t giving me any indication as to how she truly felt. She remained closed-up. I still felt the current of chemistry between us. It was time to turn the heat up.
She never pushed away from my hold on her, but she was still rigid and stiff against me. Inhibited . Afraid, and for good reason. But, enough was enough...
7. Jillian Pryor
We held each other for such a long time. The remains of our lunch had gone cold. The fizz in our champagne had gone flat. It felt good to have him hold me like this. I felt the crackling current of energy between us. There was a magnetic force about Mason that always drew me to him, and I felt it more than ever in this moment. My body was still rigid, unable to completely relax in his embrace. I was afraid of getting used and burned again, and he sensed that.
“I love the way our bodies fit together.” His breath tickled my ear.
His words broke me from my deep thinking. “Yeah, I like it too.” I wanted my walls to come crashing down. I wanted to let him in thoroughly and completely. It wasn’t that easy.
He tensed and broke from my embrace and I felt his scorching gaze down on me. He wanted me to elaborate more…
I was struck with a thrilling desire to push his buttons. For two months, he kept me at his beck and call , kept me at arm's length , and kept everything on his terms . He had no hold over me now- or so I tried to tell myself.
“You… only like my touch?” He circled around me slowly.
I watched him prowl in a slow circle around me, his eyes fiery. I love it. Actually, I need it. He was sinfully handsome as he circled me. Heat pooled between my panties. My body was aching, warm and wet for him. Stubbornly, I still wanted to see how far I could push him.
“Yes,” my response was soft and defiant in its own right. “I like it.” I sensed the growing irritation and lust radiating off this man’s body. He understood now that I was being coy on purpose.
He stopped just behind me. “And what about this extravagant date I set up for us? You like it as well?”
“It’s okay .” I answered. I could almost feel his nostrils flare, while his hands fiercely gripped my hips from behind.
I hid my smile, but my skin flamed from his demanding grasp.
I was typically a very bad actress, and a terrible liar, but I thought I was doing a pretty decent job of it at the moment. Mason was buying into it. I didn’t even smirk.
He pressed himself furiously into my backside. His thick cock was hard and constrained within his khakis. It was deliciously painful to feel him pressed so firmly against me and his grip was rough. I felt his breathing on my neck.
“And what about this? Is this okay? ” His voice was gravelly; he was struggling to control himself.
I shrugged my shoulders. It was an effort because all I wanted to do was melt into him and let him fuck me senseless.
“Yeah, it’s good .” My tone was casual and I was proud of my newfound skills in bluffing. I wanted to see how far I could push him. Who would crack first?
Mason knotted my wild hair around his fist and pulled my head back roughly. He forced my gaze back to look up at him as he stood behind me with one hand still gripping my hip. I was correct; His nostrils were flaring.
God, yes. My eyes looked into his blazing stare. I had no choice; he held my hair in such a tight fist as he silently demanded my utmost attention.
“I love the way our bodies fit together,” I breathed into her ear as my hands raked up and down along the sides of her body, over her luscious, round hips.
After what seemed like an hour, she finally responded with a shuddering breath. “Yeah. I like it too.”
Vague, unsatisfying comment...
Like? She likes it? She wasn’t giving me any indication as to how she truly felt. She remained closed-up. I still felt the current of chemistry between us. It was time to turn the heat up.
She never pushed away from my hold on her, but she was still rigid and stiff against me. Inhibited . Afraid, and for good reason. But, enough was enough...
7. Jillian Pryor
We held each other for such a long time. The remains of our lunch had gone cold. The fizz in our champagne had gone flat. It felt good to have him hold me like this. I felt the crackling current of energy between us. There was a magnetic force about Mason that always drew me to him, and I felt it more than ever in this moment. My body was still rigid, unable to completely relax in his embrace. I was afraid of getting used and burned again, and he sensed that.
“I love the way our bodies fit together.” His breath tickled my ear.
His words broke me from my deep thinking. “Yeah, I like it too.” I wanted my walls to come crashing down. I wanted to let him in thoroughly and completely. It wasn’t that easy.
He tensed and broke from my embrace and I felt his scorching gaze down on me. He wanted me to elaborate more…
I was struck with a thrilling desire to push his buttons. For two months, he kept me at his beck and call , kept me at arm's length , and kept everything on his terms . He had no hold over me now- or so I tried to tell myself.
“You… only like my touch?” He circled around me slowly.
I watched him prowl in a slow circle around me, his eyes fiery. I love it. Actually, I need it. He was sinfully handsome as he circled me. Heat pooled between my panties. My body was aching, warm and wet for him. Stubbornly, I still wanted to see how far I could push him.
“Yes,” my response was soft and defiant in its own right. “I like it.” I sensed the growing irritation and lust radiating off this man’s body. He understood now that I was being coy on purpose.
He stopped just behind me. “And what about this extravagant date I set up for us? You like it as well?”
“It’s okay .” I answered. I could almost feel his nostrils flare, while his hands fiercely gripped my hips from behind.
I hid my smile, but my skin flamed from his demanding grasp.
I was typically a very bad actress, and a terrible liar, but I thought I was doing a pretty decent job of it at the moment. Mason was buying into it. I didn’t even smirk.
He pressed himself furiously into my backside. His thick cock was hard and constrained within his khakis. It was deliciously painful to feel him pressed so firmly against me and his grip was rough. I felt his breathing on my neck.
“And what about this? Is this okay? ” His voice was gravelly; he was struggling to control himself.
I shrugged my shoulders. It was an effort because all I wanted to do was melt into him and let him fuck me senseless.
“Yeah, it’s good .” My tone was casual and I was proud of my newfound skills in bluffing. I wanted to see how far I could push him. Who would crack first?
Mason knotted my wild hair around his fist and pulled my head back roughly. He forced my gaze back to look up at him as he stood behind me with one hand still gripping my hip. I was correct; His nostrils were flaring.
God, yes. My eyes looked into his blazing stare. I had no choice; he held my hair in such a tight fist as he silently demanded my utmost attention.
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