“Yes, but you can show me more after you touch me a bit more. Please?”
“Certainly. I shall touch you here.” His fingers ghosted along her inner thighs—in the wrong direction, damn him. They feathered toward her feet, where he gripped her arches and bent her toes back in a gentle stretch before sliding upward. He tested the plumpness of her calves, then curled his hands around her knees and slid them up the top of her thighs and onto her belly, drawing her attention back to her posture.
She narrowed her eyes, watching his face for signs of distaste, but his gaze was hungry as it followed his hands.
He weighed her breasts in his palms, fingers prodding the crevice underneath them.
“Bountiful. Delicious.” His words were breathy, his eyes hot. He flicked his tongue over his lips.
She relished that tongue but wasn’t sure he remembered there was a person attached to the breasts he cupped, a common issue with men who saw them. Squirming, she attempted to remind him of where she wanted his touch.
“You see? I can touch what I want now, without being rushed.” He caught her gaze and smiled, his voice firmer again. “I can”—he leaned closer, his breath washing over one tip—“lick where I desire.” His lips closed over the hard point of her breast.
She tried to dig her elbows into the settee to push against him but had no leverage.
“Ah, Robert. Will I get to touch you?”And if I get my hands free, will I get your cock in play to put this inferno out?
“We shall see.” His tone was noncommittal. “Now, shh, or I shall see if I can find a strip of leather for a gag.”
Beth’s eyes widened, and, surprisingly, her center pulsed hard. She’d never been gagged.
The quiet one has a spine. And mayhap even a plan.
Did her reaction mean she wanted a gag? She wasn’t opposed to it. Then she realized debating her options was futile; she had no choice but to sit back and take what he offered. That was the purpose of this strange apparel he’d concocted.
He raised his head, trailing one hand up to curl his fingers around the back of her neck. “You are marvelous, gorgeous.”
She did not have time to formulate a reply before his mouth met hers, his hand holding her immobile. Soft and lush, his lips nonetheless moved with intent, parting hers to thrust his tongue inside to tangle with hers. The man kissed as expertly as he did everything else.
Tasting her essence on him threw another log on the flames of desire burning inside her, and she moaned into his mouth, returning the kiss with enthusiasm.
He trailed his lips along the side of her neck to her other breast and, from there, back down her body.
She had never been the center of prolonged attention while naked. Being proud of her curves and having them subject to this level of scrutiny was quite different, but his continual worship of every part of her did not allow for self-doubt. Even when he reached around and squeezed what he could palm of her bottom, his awestruck expression excited her.
The contraption’s goal was achieved. She was the happy passive recipient of whatever attention he wanted to give her.
And give, he did. Over and over, he put his mouth to her most sensitive spots and licked and sucked until she was shaking with need.
Each time, ecstasy gathered in her, coiling tighter and tighter. Her heartbeat pounded in her chest and wherever his mouth touched. Every time she neared the precipice and could taste the explosion on her tongue, he shifted his fingers, hands, and lips to a less erogenous area on her body. When her shaking subsided, he returned, slowly and softly at first. Then his lips would suck her nub or his tongue would spear into her, and she’d writhe and gasp. And again, he’d stop.
Finally, she screamed in frustration, and began to beg in earnest. “Please, please. I cannot take anymore. Please. I’ll do anything.”
“Ah, you’re ready.” He stood.
She managed a weak glare. She’d been ready for over an hour, damn him. But more important was— “Where are you going?”
“Just here.” He reached for two throw pillows and put them on the ground in front of her, undid his breeches, and knelt.
Damn him, I did not even get to see his cock.
The pillows put him at the perfect level to fuck her. His hand was out of sight, but she thought it was on his cock. His other hand extracted a sheath from his discarded jacket and brought it between her legs.
Another first.Stupid, Beth. She, who always ensured she was protected, hadn’t thought to ask.
Then the head of his cock was at her entrance, even as she felt wetness drip between her bottom cheeks.
He thrust forward.
