Page 17 of Part-Time Lovers


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“I love the way you react to my touch,” he whispered.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?”

His gaze went to his cock, and he smirked. “Be gentle with me.”

“Talk dirty to me. Tell me what you’re going to do to me, with me.”

“You like dirty talk?” he asked in surprise.

“Sounds good in theory. Why don’t we try it and see?” Heck, lots of firsts tonight, she thought. “Assume the position.”

His baleful look made her giggle, but he knelt on the bed. She noticed his erection had subsided and realized he wasn’t as calm as he portrayed. Yvonne picked up the lube and unlocked the drawer where she’d placed her collection of toys. She’d already checked out the instructions and the batteries were fully charged.

When she reached the bed, she saw Nolan’s muscles were locked. If she gave a loud shout, he’d probably leap for cover. Although her suggestion was a test, she intended to make him feel good. She slid her hands over his ass and lower to stroke his cock. She kissed the smooth pale skin that didn’t see the sun and gradually his muscles relaxed. “This is going to be fun.”

“Okay for you,” he said drily.

“Don’t worry. Once the plug is in place, I’ll take you in my mouth and soon you’ll feel as if you’re flying.”

“Promises, promises.”

Laughing, she lowered her head and gave into the temptation to nip his ass cheek.

“Hey.” His reproving glance made her grin widen.

Yvonne squeezed lube onto her fingers and spread his cheeks to run her fingers across his puckered entrance, not attempting to enter but intending to awaken his nerve endings, to help him relax. She paid attention to his perineum, pressing firmly. “Talk dirty to me.”

“I think about fucking you all the time,” he said. “I’ve never been with anyone like you. You’ve climbed inside my head. At first, it pissed me off, but I’ve come to like you there. I love your womanly body and the fact you eat food instead of complaining about diets all the time.”

Yvonne listened to his smooth tone and his compliments and the warmth in her chest spread. She dipped a finger inside him, surprising a moan out of him.

“Holy hell,” he muttered.

“Don’t be a baby,” she said, pushing her finger deeper. “You’ve gone light on the dirty. Tell me how you want to fuck me.”

“Hard,” he said. “Deep and fast. I want to seize my pleasure, but I want to give in return. I imagine you’re just as desperate for me as I am for you. I’m deep inside you, thrusting in full-on strokes. Your pussy is tight, hot, and you’re spurring me on, your nails digging into my shoulders.”

A quiver went through Yvonne and when she shifted her weight, she smelled her arousal. She slipped another finger into his warm heat and his entire body shuddered. “You okay?”

“Hurts a little.”

Yvonne reached to curl her hand around his cock. She pumped his shaft several times while she continued to invade his entrance with her fingers. “You can do this,” she whispered, so turned on she was clenching her legs together to try to up the pressure on her clit. It wasn’t enough. Her breasts were heavy while her nipples felt tight, needy. Her excellent idea of teasing Nolan had teeth, and they were biting her on the butt.

By the time she’d added three fingers and decided he was relaxed enough to take the plug, she was a mass of writhing nerves. “Keep talking, buster.”

He barked out a laugh then groaned when she withdrew her fingers. “That feels weird.”

“In a good way?”

“Surprisingly,” he said. “When this is finished, I’m going to lick your pussy, gather up all those delicious juices on my tongue.”

“Are you going to pay attention to my clit?”

“Just enough to keep you on edge.”

“You intend to torture me,” she said in disapproval.

“Payback.”