He removed her bra with an expertise that made her blink. Her black panties slid down her legs, leaving her naked while he still wore jeans and T-shirt.
Her insecurities rose to thumb their bony fingers at her. She batted them away with difficulty and focused on Hone’s gaze.
“I’m a big man, Cassie. I’ve never been attracted to petite women. I prefer a woman with shape and curves like yours. Jack, Manu and all my cousins are the same. Why do you suppose jealousy struck me so hard when I thought Manu was making a move on you? Because you’re exactly his type.” He answered his own question.
“It’s not that exactly. Well, not all of it. I feel vulnerable when I’m the only one without clothes.”
“The clothing helps me keep control. I want you, Cassie. I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you. And what I want more than anything right now is to savor you and give you the first time you deserve.”
“Oh! Oh,” she said once his words sank in to her lust-fogged brain. He grinned that charming, boyish grin of his and a wave of pure lust struck her. “Your eyes are weird.”
“Family trait,” he replied lightly. “It means I want you.”
Hone stopped talking and kissed her. He palmed one breast, shoving her onto an entirely different plane of desire. She gasped as he parted their lips.
“Keep those pretty eyes open. I want to seeyou.”
He took the same time with her breasts as he had kissing her. His busy fingers plucked and tugged her nipples and shaped each breast until she trembled. It felt as if a single caress of her nipples would send her exploding into orgasm. The warm heat, the strong suction created a nerve ending path to her pussy.
She moaned her pleasure, raising her hips in silent demand. While his mouth was busy, Hone’s hands wandered her ribs, her stomach and her hipbones until she thought she might lose her wits.
“Eyes, sweetheart.”
She groaned, unware she’d screened her sight yet again. It was becoming harder and harder to keep them open when every inch of her body sang to the maestro’s touch. She managed it—just.
Hone moved down the bed, parted her legs farther and lifted her to meet his lips. He licked the length of her slit.
Her muscles tensed. She shuddered as he settled in to tease her. He licked her entrance, pushed his tongue deep, the friction rougher than she’d expected.
“Hone, please.”
He lifted his head. “Please what? I need your words. I’d like you to tell me what you want.”
“In detail?”
“Yeah, I like a woman who knows what she wants.”
“Make me come with your tongue. Slide your fingers inside me, or better yet, your cock.” Her cheeks heated at voicing her demands, but she forced her thoughts to words, anyway.
“Perfect. When we’re together, I want a lover who participates.”
“I—I—what do you mean? Am I doing something wrong?”
“Hell, no. All I’m saying is I like honest reactions and if you want something, I expect you to tell me.”
“Then please hurry,” she blurted.
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t delay gratification. I don’t believe I ever said that.”
“Oh.”
His grin kicked up a notch before he resumed his licking and stroking. A moan of protest burst free, and his laughter puffed air against her sensitive clit. She jerked her hips and managed to frustrate herself further.
“Oh, please. Hone.”
He was strong, his hands holding her lower body steady for each tormenting stroke.
Cassie swallowed, desperate for release, her heart beating so hard she thought it might explode under the strain.
