wanted to kiss it better. With everything in him, he wanted to lick across the now-smooth skin and appreciate her work.
“You wouldn’t have to,” he said, his tongue feeling twice its usual size. “You’re gorgeous.” All the blood rushed from his head as she shifted her thighs apart. “You mean it?” Sara lay on the top of the white linen comforter, her hair hanging free, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted. She was still propped on her elbows, jutting her breasts forward, the nipples begging to be touched.
One leg hung over the edge of the bed, the other was bent slightly at the knee, showing the dewy pink folds of her sex, ready and hot. For him.
Mac drew in a long, ragged breath.
He couldn’t touch her. She was offering him her heart. He knew that. Which he could not—would not—take. She was offering something else as well; something he could perhaps take without guilt. Or at least without as much.
Her innocence.
“You want an orgasm, right now, in this room, with me?” he asked. He reached down and adjusted the front of his pants, the erection behind his zipper hard and nearly painful.
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Her eyes followed his hand and she licked her lips. She nodded. “Definitely.”
“You trust me, princess?”
She met his eyes. “Absolutely.”
“I have more experience.”
“I know.” She frowned slightly, as if not liking the reminder of other women.
“So you should do whatever I say, right?”
“Okay.”
“Touch your right nipple.”
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Sara hesitated. He’d just told her to touch herself, like in the cab. Not exactly what she’d been expecting, but then again, she hadn’t exactly expected to have Mac in her room right now. She’d hoped, planned, imagined, sure. Expected…no.
She lifted her right hand and cupped it over her breast. She shivered at the contact and let her eyes slide shut, wanting more than anything for the hand to be Mac’s.
“The nipple, Sara,” he said. “Touch it.”
She ran the pad of her index finger over the firm point. And sighed. It felt good. Having Mac watch her do it felt even better. Naughty. And wonderful.
“Harder.”
Her eyes flew open. She barely recognized his voice. She had never even imagined the look on his face. It made everything in her feel hot and tingly and on edge.
She took her nipple between her thumb and first finger and squeezed gently. Her breath escaped between her teeth in a hiss.
“Now lower,” he said roughly.
She focused on him. His thumb was hooked in the waistband of his khaki shorts. She could see the hard press of his erection behind the fly and knew he wanted her, no matter how hard, or why, he resisted.
“Lower?” she asked, sliding her other hand down over her ribs and stomach. She stopped short of where she knew Mac wanted to see her hand.
“Between your legs, princess.”
She spread her legs a bit more. “I want to see you too,” she said as his eyes focused between her legs.
“No.”
“Yes.” She slid her legs together again.
His eyes lifted to hers. “What do you mean?”
“Unzip, Mac,” she said. She couldn’t help her smile. He was the man she’d known, trusted and loved for years now. Today he was the man who was making her so hot she could barely breathe.
His eyes blazed for a moment as his fingers paused over the button on the front of his shorts. “You sure?”
“Completely.” She lifted her hand to her breast again and tugged on her nipple.
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He groaned and undid the button, then dragged the zipper down over his impressive erection. A moment later his shorts dropped.
“I knew you’d wear boxers,” she said absently, looking at the hard length evident behind the soft blue cotton.
“You’ve imagined me in my underwear?” he asked, an eyebrow cocked.
“And stripping you out of them,” she said, meeting his eyes directly.
“It’s a day for fantasies to come true, I guess.”
“You wouldn’t have to,” he said, his tongue feeling twice its usual size. “You’re gorgeous.” All the blood rushed from his head as she shifted her thighs apart. “You mean it?” Sara lay on the top of the white linen comforter, her hair hanging free, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted. She was still propped on her elbows, jutting her breasts forward, the nipples begging to be touched.
One leg hung over the edge of the bed, the other was bent slightly at the knee, showing the dewy pink folds of her sex, ready and hot. For him.
Mac drew in a long, ragged breath.
He couldn’t touch her. She was offering him her heart. He knew that. Which he could not—would not—take. She was offering something else as well; something he could perhaps take without guilt. Or at least without as much.
Her innocence.
“You want an orgasm, right now, in this room, with me?” he asked. He reached down and adjusted the front of his pants, the erection behind his zipper hard and nearly painful.
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Her eyes followed his hand and she licked her lips. She nodded. “Definitely.”
“You trust me, princess?”
She met his eyes. “Absolutely.”
“I have more experience.”
“I know.” She frowned slightly, as if not liking the reminder of other women.
“So you should do whatever I say, right?”
“Okay.”
“Touch your right nipple.”
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Sara hesitated. He’d just told her to touch herself, like in the cab. Not exactly what she’d been expecting, but then again, she hadn’t exactly expected to have Mac in her room right now. She’d hoped, planned, imagined, sure. Expected…no.
She lifted her right hand and cupped it over her breast. She shivered at the contact and let her eyes slide shut, wanting more than anything for the hand to be Mac’s.
“The nipple, Sara,” he said. “Touch it.”
She ran the pad of her index finger over the firm point. And sighed. It felt good. Having Mac watch her do it felt even better. Naughty. And wonderful.
“Harder.”
Her eyes flew open. She barely recognized his voice. She had never even imagined the look on his face. It made everything in her feel hot and tingly and on edge.
She took her nipple between her thumb and first finger and squeezed gently. Her breath escaped between her teeth in a hiss.
“Now lower,” he said roughly.
She focused on him. His thumb was hooked in the waistband of his khaki shorts. She could see the hard press of his erection behind the fly and knew he wanted her, no matter how hard, or why, he resisted.
“Lower?” she asked, sliding her other hand down over her ribs and stomach. She stopped short of where she knew Mac wanted to see her hand.
“Between your legs, princess.”
She spread her legs a bit more. “I want to see you too,” she said as his eyes focused between her legs.
“No.”
“Yes.” She slid her legs together again.
His eyes lifted to hers. “What do you mean?”
“Unzip, Mac,” she said. She couldn’t help her smile. He was the man she’d known, trusted and loved for years now. Today he was the man who was making her so hot she could barely breathe.
His eyes blazed for a moment as his fingers paused over the button on the front of his shorts. “You sure?”
“Completely.” She lifted her hand to her breast again and tugged on her nipple.
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He groaned and undid the button, then dragged the zipper down over his impressive erection. A moment later his shorts dropped.
“I knew you’d wear boxers,” she said absently, looking at the hard length evident behind the soft blue cotton.
“You’ve imagined me in my underwear?” he asked, an eyebrow cocked.
“And stripping you out of them,” she said, meeting his eyes directly.
“It’s a day for fantasies to come true, I guess.”
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