“Thank you,” she said in a prim little voice.
“Macy—”
“I don't want to talk about me.”
“Okay, then we won't. Can I touch you?”
“Yes, I want you to, now.”
Chapter 5
He touched the satin, running his fingers inward until he was tracing the edge of her bra. Her little shiver told him to continue, so he moved downward and circled around her nipples. Pebbled, the tips wanted his touch, so he stroked a finger over the end through the satin, and she shuddered.
“Macy, you with me?” His voice was a rasp.
“Oh yes.”
He smiled at the sexy little purr. Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra and dropped it on the dress.
Her breasts were full and high. He thought he could spend a lifetime worshipping them and it still wouldn’t be long enough. Kissing her again, he took her mouth on a slow sensual ride that left them both wanting more.
“You’re so good at that.”
He didn’t answer, instead lowering his head to run a long, hot lick down one breast, the action making her suck in a deep breath. He did it again, until he pulled a soft moan from her, and only then did he take her nipple into his mouth. He was gentle, and she responded by pressing closer. Her hands went to his head, fingers diving into his hair, her nails leaving little trails of sensation on his scalp as they moved.
Brad touched her stomach as he kissed her breast, tracing the small indent of her navel, then to the waistband of her panties. Slipping a finger inside, he ran it slowly from side to side.
“Your touch,” she whispered, “I've never....”
Brad lifted his head. “Kiss me,” he whispered.
She did, her lips tentative and soft as they explored his. He let her lead, tensed as she ran her tongue over his lips, and then opened wider as she pressed deeper.
He'd never taken his time with a woman before. Sure, there was the presex, as he liked to term it. The touching and kissing, the foreplay, but this was something else. It was an exploration of each other, a slow torment that was heightening his passions even more.
He trailed his fingers down the satin front of her panties and ran a finger around the leg softly.
“Touch me.” She said the words against his lips.
“That's what I'm doing.”
“More. I want to feel your hands.”
“I thought we were going slow.” Brad lifted her so she was standing over him, and then eased her panties down her lovely legs.
“I know you won't hurt me now, and I want this.”
He pulled her down again.
His fingers brushed the soft folds of her sex and found the bud between her thighs.
“How do you know I won't hurt you?”
“I-I just do.”
He felt humbled by her words.
“Now shut up and keep going.”
