“To what do I owe this pleasure?” he asked, scrubbing a hand through his long black hair. It went in a dozen different directions, sexy as all hell.
I pushed the door all the way open so he could see what I wore. With my fair skin and black hair, I’d always looked best in royal blue, so that was the teddy I’d chosen. It accentuated my boobs and made my waist look smaller.
His eyes widened and his mouth parted, shock painted across his face.
I looked down at myself. “Gee, do you like this?”
When I returned my gaze to him, he had a grin that would light up a room. “Indeed I do,” he replied. “This is a wonderful way to indicate your interest in pursuing a relationship.”
I walked into the room, feeling shy. He jumped, and gathered all his papers in a hurry, closing them into his laptop and moving it to the floor beside the bed. I’d made it halfway across the large bedchamber by then. He ran over to me, wearing nothing but striped silk pajama bottoms. Somehow I’d been so entranced by his eyes that I hadn’t noticed he was shirtless.
My eyes worked down to his chest. He wasn’t very hairy, but had a dusting of dark hair across the center of his chest, and another dusting below his belly button. What an attractive belly button it was, too. His stomach was hard, muscular. He was a slender man, but chiseled like a statue in a museum.
He stopped an arm’s length in front of me. I reached out tentatively and put my hand on his chest, and that was all he needed. He was dominant in his daily life, and apparently the bedroom was no different. He pulled me roughly to him, pressing my breasts against my chest.
“Are you sure?” he asked, voice deep.
I nodded my head, and in the back of my mind Kelly’s words rang. I hoped she was right, and I’d be in for the night of my life.
“I’m a one woman sort of man. If we do this, we give it a chance, a real chance. I won’t do casual.”
Oh sweet heaven, doesn’t every girl want to hear that? I melted against him, ready for anything he was willing to throw at me.I guess I could give dating a try.
He put pressure on the middle of my back so I arched. I guess I gave him my answer with my body language.
His mouth pressed against my neck, hungry. I clutched his back, moving my hands up and down. His skin was smooth over hard muscles. His hands on my back drifted south until they were cupping my cheeks and pulling my core against his.
The evidence of his attraction to me pressed against my abdomen,ticklingmy belly button. I pushed back and looked down, and if his pants hadn’t had a waist band, hewould’ve popped out of the top. As it was, it pushed against the band, straining to escape.
I wiggled my finger under the edge of his pants, and pulled the material toward me. I sucked in my breath and grabbed the other side of his pants, pushing them down his legs until they fell to the floor.
I moaned and threw my head back. My entire body was on fire, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I needed him to be inside me like I needed to breathe air or drink water.
I twisted my arms behind me and loosened the top of the corset so my breasts would spill out while leaving my stomach covered and pretty under the silk. No need to expose him to my curves yet.
My generous bosom spurred him on, and his grip on metightened. He lifted me, and shocked, I wrapped my legs around him. How had he lifted me? I was sure I weighed more than he did, or at least close. “You’re strong!”
“Yes, it’s a Dannan trait,” he murmured against my breasts, where he had his face buried.
I found myself on his bed with his hand in my panties. “Are you attached to these?” he asked.
“Not at all,” I replied, barely able to form words.
I moaned. He knew exactly how to manipulatemefor maximum pleasure. His touch wasn’t too soft or too strong.
His hand left my core, and I whimpered, which turned into a squeal when he grabbed my blue panties and ripped them off of me. “Oh, yes.” Before my mind caught up with his movements, his mouth was on me,taking all my cares away.
A scream bubbled in my throat, and I bucked my hips against him.I lost all sense of rationality asthe orgasm that hit me moved like a fiery inferno.
When I was done, he looked up at me, panting on his bed. “I take it you enjoyed that?”
I nodded, unable to speak. Was that what Kelly had been talking about? I finally found my voice. “Was that the mysterious sexual prowess of the Dannan?”
“No, that was training by a whore in nineteenth century London. She instructed me in the ways of love making until I was able to bring her to orgasm, which was hard to do. Very hard to do.”
I sat up on my elbows, thankful for the material over my stomach hiding the rolls that would have formed underneath. My stomach wasn’t unattractive. I didn’t have kids, so no stretch marks to speak of, just extra padding.
“So, there’s more?”
