“Would you like me to tell you what I’m going to do with you?”
“Dirty talk?” Even her voice sounded relaxed, almost drugged. High on Dallas. It was frightening how fast she’d fallen into this relationship.
The man resided in her mind whenever they were apart.
“Would you enjoy that?” His finger traced her lips while another played with her hair.
“No one has ever… Yes,” she said, struggling for her normal conciseness. Instead, her words emerged soft and breathy.
“Well, then.” A hint of the Irish ran through his words. So sexy.
A finger trailed across her collarbone and darted lower to smooth over and around one breast. The finger came maddeningly close to her nipple and stopped. “I’m going to clean the chocolate off you with my tongue. One slow stroke at a time. Then I intend to tease your breasts. I have some nipple clamps that will look very pretty on you.”
“Will they hurt?”
“Maybe a little. You’ll become very aware of your breasts and this awareness will echo in your pussy. After I’ve touched and teased you, rediscovered your secret pleasure points, I’ll lick your wet slit. I’ll tongue you but keep away from your clit. Wait for it to turn swollen and needy, watch it stand to attention. I’ll tongue fuck you, and if you’re very, very good, I’ll get you off with a vibrator.”
A fine tremor went through Laura as she imagined the scene, the feelings that would course through her as he put his words into action. She felt as if she was one big nerve of pleasure now and he’d barely started.
“How does that sound?”
“I want everything.”
The bed clothes rustled as he shifted. The next instant a light kiss brushed her lips. “You’ve been good, and the chocolate is almost gone. I might move to the next step.”
“Yes please.” Before her mind processed the next step, she felt his fingers at her nipples, the sharp suction of his mouth. He tongued her nipple, teasing it to a hard peak. Laura floated, relaxed and happy. She moaned a soft protest when he lifted his head, then she flinched, her breath catching, her muscles going tense at the nip of pain at her nipple.
“Breathe, sweetheart. Take a deep breath for me. Yes, that’s it.” His accent seemed stronger, more pronounced and she focused on his voice, following his instructions because his approval made her feel special.
With each breath the pain leveled out, and she discovered he was right. The heat in her nipple worked like a direct line to her clit. She burned. She craved, and she was hungry for more.
He repeated the same moves on her other breast. A second arrow of pain clutched her nipple, but this time she knew to breathe through the burn. In contrast, something cold settled on her chest.
“Perfect.”
A chain, she decided, when he gave a faint tug and a fiery sensation raced from her breasts to her pussy.Holy Hannah. She breathed deep, internalizing the sensations. Not quite pain and not pleasure, but something straddling the line between.
“I’m going to take another photo, sweetheart. That’s two for you as well.”
“No prob.” Her family would think she was crazy, but she trusted Dallas to honor his word. “I’ll have to think up the best way to use my photos.”
Laura heard a faint swish of an opening drawer, the wheeze of a bottle. Her ears strained for a clue. What had he said would come next? Licking. She was sure there was licking about to come. A spike of lust spread through her body and every part of her trembled with impatience for his next move.
Instead there was cold.
Instinct jerked her away, but she couldn’t evade the chill of whatever Dallas was stroking along her folds and pushing inside her with the easy stroke of his finger.
The liquid heated to body temperature and she ceased her recoil, her hips arcing upward to ride his finger, to assuage the sensual bite caused by whatever he’d rubbed on her vulva.Please touch my clit.
A smart slap to the side of her buttock froze her silent demands.
He chuckled. “My pace. There, I think that’s about right.”
The emptiness she felt when he withdrew his finger from her channel almost made her cry out. Slowly, she resettled her butt and regained equilibrium. Her tension seeped into the mattress and anticipation roared across her skin. Permission to accept the unknown.
It was almost as if he knew of her inner battle because the second she relaxed, he started touching her again. Pride. That was the emotion charging through her now. She’d pleased him, and the thought brought a wave of happiness.
“You deserve a treat.”
