it.”
“But—”
He went for the most effective way to shut her up: he kissed her.
There was an instant of resistance, then she melted against him, her mouth responsive and ready. It made up for a lot. Even if there was a problem being seen with him in public—he couldn’t imagine why—she wanted him.
He savaged her mouth, his teeth scraping her delicate lips. He wanted to mark her, for her lips to remain tender and pulsing all night long, so that every time they throbbed she’d remember this. Remember him.
He unzipped her dress and pushed it down her shoulders, down her trim torso and long legs. His hands ran over the beautiful curves and lean lines, then traveled up to her inner thighs, where she was sensitive and impossibly soft. He could feel the damp heat radiating from her core and wanted to shout with triumph and frustration.
This arrangement was supposed to be more than a job, and more than just sex.
It was also to ease his mind by keeping Kerri near him, not drive him insane as she seemed to drift further away.
He ripped her panties and threw the scraps on the floor. A tremor ran through her, and a low moan escaped her lips.
He teased her, his fingers caressing the creases where her pelvis met her thighs, but without touching her sex. He knelt and blew lightly over her curls, feeling her shudder, her muscles clenching with need.
He kissed her between her legs. She widened them, silently asking for more.
It wouldn’t work. She could be in need a little longer. He wanted her to scream his name over and over again by the time he was through. He wanted her so vocal she’d be hoarse afterwards.
His thumb touched her clit, just barely. She put her hands in his hair and angled her pelvis for more friction. He pulled back. “Tell me what you want.”
She swallowed, her slender throat working.
He ran his palm roughly over her beautifully curved butt, letting her know he was serious. His mouth pressed a kiss on her navel. Her stomach jumped at the contact. He ran his index fingers along her nether lips with just enough pressure to let her know she could have more if she’d just give in.
“Touch me,” she begged.
“Where?”
“My…”
His tongue caressed her inner thigh.
“My clit,” she said, her voice hitching.
He touched it perfunctorily with his thumb. “Like this?”
“Noooo,” she moaned.
“Be explicit.”
Her chest rose and fell. He wanted everything off her body so he could see her. “Take the bra off. And let your hair free.”
She yanked the straps down, then undid the hooks on her bra and let it drop. The scrunchy came off and she shook her hair out.
He couldn’t stop staring at her breasts, their tips rosy and pointed, begging for him. Yet he couldn’t give into the urge. This wasn’t just about sex. This was about more. He needed her to know this was more.
She grabbed his head again and gently pushed him toward her, showing him what she so desperately wanted. His fingers at her core were already soaked with her arousal. Still, he resisted. “Say it.”
This was the only way he’d get full honesty out of her, not all the half-truths and deflections. Even if it killed him, he’d stop now unless she told him exactly what she wanted from him in explicit detail, so she could never deny this crazy heat between them later.
She finally sobbed out, “I want you to put your mouth there, then open it and suck hard.”
“Like this?” he said, then did exactly as she’d asked. The taste of her desire flooded his mouth, and he groaned at the sweetness.
“Yes!” Her grip on his head tightened, her back arching. Her breasts trembled, and he loved her for the honest response of her body.
“Use your tongue on me,” she begged. “Please.”
He ran his tongue over the tight little bud. Her muscles tightened, her legs shaking. She was close, but not quite. He wasn’t through with her yet. She wasn’t coming until she screamed his name.
She undulated her hips, timed
“But—”
He went for the most effective way to shut her up: he kissed her.
There was an instant of resistance, then she melted against him, her mouth responsive and ready. It made up for a lot. Even if there was a problem being seen with him in public—he couldn’t imagine why—she wanted him.
He savaged her mouth, his teeth scraping her delicate lips. He wanted to mark her, for her lips to remain tender and pulsing all night long, so that every time they throbbed she’d remember this. Remember him.
He unzipped her dress and pushed it down her shoulders, down her trim torso and long legs. His hands ran over the beautiful curves and lean lines, then traveled up to her inner thighs, where she was sensitive and impossibly soft. He could feel the damp heat radiating from her core and wanted to shout with triumph and frustration.
This arrangement was supposed to be more than a job, and more than just sex.
It was also to ease his mind by keeping Kerri near him, not drive him insane as she seemed to drift further away.
He ripped her panties and threw the scraps on the floor. A tremor ran through her, and a low moan escaped her lips.
He teased her, his fingers caressing the creases where her pelvis met her thighs, but without touching her sex. He knelt and blew lightly over her curls, feeling her shudder, her muscles clenching with need.
He kissed her between her legs. She widened them, silently asking for more.
It wouldn’t work. She could be in need a little longer. He wanted her to scream his name over and over again by the time he was through. He wanted her so vocal she’d be hoarse afterwards.
His thumb touched her clit, just barely. She put her hands in his hair and angled her pelvis for more friction. He pulled back. “Tell me what you want.”
She swallowed, her slender throat working.
He ran his palm roughly over her beautifully curved butt, letting her know he was serious. His mouth pressed a kiss on her navel. Her stomach jumped at the contact. He ran his index fingers along her nether lips with just enough pressure to let her know she could have more if she’d just give in.
“Touch me,” she begged.
“Where?”
“My…”
His tongue caressed her inner thigh.
“My clit,” she said, her voice hitching.
He touched it perfunctorily with his thumb. “Like this?”
“Noooo,” she moaned.
“Be explicit.”
Her chest rose and fell. He wanted everything off her body so he could see her. “Take the bra off. And let your hair free.”
She yanked the straps down, then undid the hooks on her bra and let it drop. The scrunchy came off and she shook her hair out.
He couldn’t stop staring at her breasts, their tips rosy and pointed, begging for him. Yet he couldn’t give into the urge. This wasn’t just about sex. This was about more. He needed her to know this was more.
She grabbed his head again and gently pushed him toward her, showing him what she so desperately wanted. His fingers at her core were already soaked with her arousal. Still, he resisted. “Say it.”
This was the only way he’d get full honesty out of her, not all the half-truths and deflections. Even if it killed him, he’d stop now unless she told him exactly what she wanted from him in explicit detail, so she could never deny this crazy heat between them later.
She finally sobbed out, “I want you to put your mouth there, then open it and suck hard.”
“Like this?” he said, then did exactly as she’d asked. The taste of her desire flooded his mouth, and he groaned at the sweetness.
“Yes!” Her grip on his head tightened, her back arching. Her breasts trembled, and he loved her for the honest response of her body.
“Use your tongue on me,” she begged. “Please.”
He ran his tongue over the tight little bud. Her muscles tightened, her legs shaking. She was close, but not quite. He wasn’t through with her yet. She wasn’t coming until she screamed his name.
She undulated her hips, timed
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