her body begged her to move against Simon’s hand, even if something deep inside her sparked to dirty life when he said the word “fuck”, there remained a large part of her that simply couldn’t seem to let go of being a good girl at the core.
6
Unwrapped
And now she was afraid she would lose him.
Out of bed, they got along fabulously and were everyone’s favorite couple. They shared a passion for hiking and long drives in the country and quaint little bed-and-breakfast hideaways, and they’d taken a fabulous road trip across the country—all the way from their home in Cincinnati to San Francisco—last summer. He supported the work she did as an advocate for the homeless, even though she didn’t make much money, and she was proud of the way he was swiftly moving up the ranks of his prestigious downtown accounting firm. She’d even learned to enjoy soccer and basketball, his favorite sports. She remained thrilled to be the woman on his arm for any event, be it a fancy company banquet with his coworkers at Crain and Wilborn or a charity auction she had organized through her work.
But sex mattered. She knew that. Sex was important to men, plain and simple.
And really, it was important to her, too—she just…hadn’t quite been able to express that. It was as if a vixen lay trapped in the body of a nun, struggling—unsuccessfully—
to get out.
She kissed his chest, once, twice. Soaked up the warmth of his skin. As his arms closed back around her, she relished his strength and felt her body surge with the moisture of wanting him. “I’ll try harder,” she whispered, and she meant it.
Normally, Simon would argue now, tell her that she didn’t have to try harder, that he loved her just as she was, that their sex was fine.
Yet this time he stayed quiet—and it didn’t even hurt, because she knew he was entitled to more than she gave.
Maybe he even senses it — the way I want to be , the vixen lurking inside me . Oh God , I wish I could be the lover he deserves .
Now, she supposed, was her chance to try.
As she kissed her way down his chest, onto his stomach, a fresh yearning grew.
Especially when her arm brushed over his erection under the covers. Oh . He was so 7
Lacey Alexander
hard for her, so big. He felt so good when he was inside her, and she wanted him there now. Tell him that . Just say it . He ’ d love it , and it would be a good start .
Yet she couldn’t—the words felt locked inside her.
Above her, though, Simon’s breath grew soft, ragged. Because she was moving lower. And lower.
She’d kissed him there before, at his urging. On his cock. She could think of it that way, but she just couldn’t say it, damn it. Why , why , why ?
Don ’ t worry about that now . Just go down on him .That’s how he would phrase it—he’d ask her to go down on him.
Kissing lower, she finally reached it—his cock. She said it again in her mind, trying as hard as she could to desensitize herself to the word. Cock , cock , cock . She studied it in the shadowy darkness, trying to meld both her gut responses, even though they seemed at odds with one another—that his erection was at once beautiful…and utterly sinful.
His shaft jutted so big, so prominent, so very close to her face.
But it ’ s not sinful ,she argued with herself. He ’ s a man , and that ’ s what men have , and there wouldn ’ t be babies if they didn ’ t .And it was definitely beautiful. She grazed her palm down its length, her chest tightening with pleasure when he moaned. She loved to make Simon moan.
“Feels so good, baby,” he breathed, further exciting her.
I can do this , I can use my mouth on him .
She lowered one soft kiss to his arcing length. So hard against her soft lips, like kissing warm steel. The heat from it pooled low in her belly, spreading down between her legs. Mmm , yes . I can do this .
She kissed him again and again—soft, sweet and impassioned—edging upward on his shaft toward the
6
Unwrapped
And now she was afraid she would lose him.
Out of bed, they got along fabulously and were everyone’s favorite couple. They shared a passion for hiking and long drives in the country and quaint little bed-and-breakfast hideaways, and they’d taken a fabulous road trip across the country—all the way from their home in Cincinnati to San Francisco—last summer. He supported the work she did as an advocate for the homeless, even though she didn’t make much money, and she was proud of the way he was swiftly moving up the ranks of his prestigious downtown accounting firm. She’d even learned to enjoy soccer and basketball, his favorite sports. She remained thrilled to be the woman on his arm for any event, be it a fancy company banquet with his coworkers at Crain and Wilborn or a charity auction she had organized through her work.
But sex mattered. She knew that. Sex was important to men, plain and simple.
And really, it was important to her, too—she just…hadn’t quite been able to express that. It was as if a vixen lay trapped in the body of a nun, struggling—unsuccessfully—
to get out.
She kissed his chest, once, twice. Soaked up the warmth of his skin. As his arms closed back around her, she relished his strength and felt her body surge with the moisture of wanting him. “I’ll try harder,” she whispered, and she meant it.
Normally, Simon would argue now, tell her that she didn’t have to try harder, that he loved her just as she was, that their sex was fine.
Yet this time he stayed quiet—and it didn’t even hurt, because she knew he was entitled to more than she gave.
Maybe he even senses it — the way I want to be , the vixen lurking inside me . Oh God , I wish I could be the lover he deserves .
Now, she supposed, was her chance to try.
As she kissed her way down his chest, onto his stomach, a fresh yearning grew.
Especially when her arm brushed over his erection under the covers. Oh . He was so 7
Lacey Alexander
hard for her, so big. He felt so good when he was inside her, and she wanted him there now. Tell him that . Just say it . He ’ d love it , and it would be a good start .
Yet she couldn’t—the words felt locked inside her.
Above her, though, Simon’s breath grew soft, ragged. Because she was moving lower. And lower.
She’d kissed him there before, at his urging. On his cock. She could think of it that way, but she just couldn’t say it, damn it. Why , why , why ?
Don ’ t worry about that now . Just go down on him .That’s how he would phrase it—he’d ask her to go down on him.
Kissing lower, she finally reached it—his cock. She said it again in her mind, trying as hard as she could to desensitize herself to the word. Cock , cock , cock . She studied it in the shadowy darkness, trying to meld both her gut responses, even though they seemed at odds with one another—that his erection was at once beautiful…and utterly sinful.
His shaft jutted so big, so prominent, so very close to her face.
But it ’ s not sinful ,she argued with herself. He ’ s a man , and that ’ s what men have , and there wouldn ’ t be babies if they didn ’ t .And it was definitely beautiful. She grazed her palm down its length, her chest tightening with pleasure when he moaned. She loved to make Simon moan.
“Feels so good, baby,” he breathed, further exciting her.
I can do this , I can use my mouth on him .
She lowered one soft kiss to his arcing length. So hard against her soft lips, like kissing warm steel. The heat from it pooled low in her belly, spreading down between her legs. Mmm , yes . I can do this .
She kissed him again and again—soft, sweet and impassioned—edging upward on his shaft toward the
Similar Books
