She looked up teasingly. “Alas, Hades, it’s not as big as I’d imagined.”
His dimple was entrancing this close. His eyes smiled back, even as his expression betrayed none of the eagerness of the hard flesh in her hand. How had she ever missed those incredible lashes? But then, she’d always been mesmerized by the light color of his eyes and never really looked closely at them.
“I won’t disappoint.” His voice, she noted with satisfaction, sounded husky.
“So sure?”
“Yes.”
“How long can you last, I wonder?”
There was nothing modest about his slow, answering smile at all. She could feel herself getting wet. A challenge lurked in his eyes, daring her to continue. Oh, she dared. She had his word he would remain passive.
Batting her eyes, she backed toward the bed. “Let’s see you on your back, with your hands over your head. You can’t move, just like when I couldn’t when I took those damn pills of yours.”
“But I’m perfectly willing to lie still for your ministrations,” he pointed out, as he did as she instructed. “Now take off your clothes and torture me with your naked body.”
That made Helen laugh. He was purposely mocking her with simple NOPAIN. He was too damn good at this game.
The sweater was too hot anyhow. He lay there watching her as she did a provocative striptease, enjoying the way he looked at her with undisguised desire. Usually, during a first time with a new lover, she’d feel awkward and unsure of what her partner wanted from her. But after all these months, knowing that he’d watched her naked, having shared his sexual dreams, she felt extremely comfortable with Jed. She knew a lot about what turned him on and wasn’t shy about using it. He’d certainly done everything he could to make her want him. She didn’t see why he shouldn’t get a taste of his own medicine.
She twirled her panties in the air before flicking them over one shoulder. She knew he had a thing for her breasts and she deliberately arched her body to show them to their advantage, slowly running her fingers over the sensitive nipples. His eyes glittered as he watched andher excitement grew, even as she tempted him. Finally, she crawled onto the bed, slowly climbing over his prone body, while still deliberately not touching him.
“You gave me a massage. And did such clever things with your tongue,” she whispered. “I think it’s my turn to do that to you.”
“I promise to hate it as much as you did,” he whispered back.
She stuck her tongue at him. “Insolent,” she said. “I wish I had a cock ring. Then I could put it around your balls so you couldn’t come while you stay hard as I play with you.”
He smiled sensually at her. “I’ll get you one next time. In fact, I’ll get one that vibrates so it’ll torture me even more.”
She frowned. “This is so not fair when you’re being cooperative,” she scolded him. “You’re supposed to hate the idea of not being able to come.”
His chest rumbled with suppressed laughter. “Okay.”
Because words obviously weren’t doing anything to torture her love slave, Helen dipped down and took the head of his penis into her mouth. He went still. That reaction was much better.
His penis had a slight curve to it and she had to change position to make it easier to taste all of him. She angled her head, slowly taking him inside her mouth, leaning her weight down onto his thigh.
The scent and taste of tangy male desire tantalized her. She used her free hand to run up and down the length of him as her tongue swirled the underside of his penis, then, as she felt his thigh muscles tighten with pleasure, she took the whole length of him deep in her mouth. She repeated this several times, intermittently peeking back at him, enjoying the way his stomach muscles tightened as she timed how close she could get him to coming before slowing and stopping. His eyes were hooded, languorous. His nose flared now and then when she used her teeth to punish, but through it all, he didn’t move a muscle.
“How does it feel now?” she taunted.
“It feels very good,” he told her huskily, “but this is not a good enough torture. I’ve been trained not to come that easily.”
Helen frowned. “So you aren’t feeling tortured at all?” she asked, a little disappointed.
“It’s torture, because I want to fuck you, but I can let you suck me all night and still won’t come.”
She glared at him owlishly. “I’m not sucking you all night just to prove you wrong.”
He grinned. “You should torture me by showing me how wet you are, then you should sit on top of me and fuck me anyway you want. Every time I’m close to coming, you can stop and watch me suffer.”
She continued glaring at him. “You’re giving me orders again, Jed.”
He shook his head. “Merely suggesting, dear Elena. I’ve been good. My hands are still above my head.”
“It’s not torture when the torturee is making suggestions, you know,” Helen pointed out wryly.
