him with sudden urgency. “Josh, there has to be more.”
Josh sucked in his breath as his ribs protested her abruptly fierce hug. “There is more, sweetheart.” He took a
cautious breath as she released him. “A lot more. Give me a chance to show you.”
He had the front of the dress open now. Rhinestones spilled across the upper curves of her breasts. He eased his
hand inside and found the softness of a warm globe cupped in lace. When he brushed his thumb over its sweetly
shaped curve he felt the velvety nipple stir and begin to harden. He realized she was holding her breath.
“Relax, Maggie. Trust me tonight.”
“I do trust you. It's crazy. But I do.” She put her anus around his neck and kissed the taut line of his jaw. Her leg
shifted alongside his on the cushions.
Josh could feel the promise of surrender in her and he was awed. The soft, giving warmth other made him
powerfully aware of his own maleness. He sensed that he was being given a rare and wonderful gift and that he dared
not ruin the experience by demanding more than Maggie was prepared to give at this point.
Josh reached down and found the hem of her dress. He eased it upward to her thighs and sighed when he felt the
warmth between her legs. He lowered his mouth to one breast, dampening the nipple beneath the lace with his tongue.
When she moaned softly, he began to explore her more thoroughly.
Slowly he eased the silky panty hose down her legs to her ankles. Then he peeled them off her delicately arched
feet. He slid his hands back up her legs and gently pushed her thighs more widely apart. She resisted slightly and then
surrendered to his gentle, insistent pressure.
His fingers brushed against the soft nest that sheltered her secrets.
“ Josh .”
There was a throaty passion in her voice. And uncertainty, as well. Josh couldn't tell if he had gone too far or if she
wanted him to go further. He brushed his fingers against her again and felt the wet heat. He kissed her deeply “Do you
like that, Maggie?”
“Yes. Oh, yes-Please, Josh.” She was starting to clutch at him, moving her head restlessly.
Josh took a deep breath to control his own skyrocketing need. He cupped her intimately with the palm of his hand.
“You're burning up, sweetheart, aren't you?”
Her answer was to arch herself against his hand. Josh stroked one finger slowly inside her and felt her shiver in
response. “You're so tight,” he said in wonder. “Tight and hot and wet. All passion and fire.” He stroked again – a
little harder – and she gasped.
“I don't…I can't… Josh, I feel so strange. What are you doing to me?”
He heard the confusion and excitement in her voice and realized with amazement that Maggie didn't recognize her
own impending climax. It dawned on him that Maggie was going to learn the passionate power of her own body at his
hands – and a glorious exultation roared through him. He felt simultaneously humble and magnificently proud. He
could give her something almost as wonderful as what she was giving him.
“Don't fight it, sweetheart. It's going to be so good. You're going to go up in flames. Tighten yourself, Maggie.
Yes, that's it, harder, harder. Yes.” He stroked her gently, finding the small, engorged nub of feminine sensation with
his thumb.
He knew it was happening even before she did. It was unmistakable. Her whole body suddenly clenched and tiny,
shivering ripples quivered around his invading finger. Josh almost lost his own self-control at that.
“Josh.”
She was going to cry out. Josh sensed it and as much as he yearned to hear the sweet sound of her release, he
knew he had to protect her privacy. The parlour was directly under the Colonel's bedroom.
Josh captured Maggie's mouth with his own, swallowing the soft, joyous sounds. He held her while she convulsed
beneath him and took as much pleasure in the release as Maggie herself did. It was an odd sensation to be so
enthralled by a
Josh sucked in his breath as his ribs protested her abruptly fierce hug. “There is more, sweetheart.” He took a
cautious breath as she released him. “A lot more. Give me a chance to show you.”
He had the front of the dress open now. Rhinestones spilled across the upper curves of her breasts. He eased his
hand inside and found the softness of a warm globe cupped in lace. When he brushed his thumb over its sweetly
shaped curve he felt the velvety nipple stir and begin to harden. He realized she was holding her breath.
“Relax, Maggie. Trust me tonight.”
“I do trust you. It's crazy. But I do.” She put her anus around his neck and kissed the taut line of his jaw. Her leg
shifted alongside his on the cushions.
Josh could feel the promise of surrender in her and he was awed. The soft, giving warmth other made him
powerfully aware of his own maleness. He sensed that he was being given a rare and wonderful gift and that he dared
not ruin the experience by demanding more than Maggie was prepared to give at this point.
Josh reached down and found the hem of her dress. He eased it upward to her thighs and sighed when he felt the
warmth between her legs. He lowered his mouth to one breast, dampening the nipple beneath the lace with his tongue.
When she moaned softly, he began to explore her more thoroughly.
Slowly he eased the silky panty hose down her legs to her ankles. Then he peeled them off her delicately arched
feet. He slid his hands back up her legs and gently pushed her thighs more widely apart. She resisted slightly and then
surrendered to his gentle, insistent pressure.
His fingers brushed against the soft nest that sheltered her secrets.
“ Josh .”
There was a throaty passion in her voice. And uncertainty, as well. Josh couldn't tell if he had gone too far or if she
wanted him to go further. He brushed his fingers against her again and felt the wet heat. He kissed her deeply “Do you
like that, Maggie?”
“Yes. Oh, yes-Please, Josh.” She was starting to clutch at him, moving her head restlessly.
Josh took a deep breath to control his own skyrocketing need. He cupped her intimately with the palm of his hand.
“You're burning up, sweetheart, aren't you?”
Her answer was to arch herself against his hand. Josh stroked one finger slowly inside her and felt her shiver in
response. “You're so tight,” he said in wonder. “Tight and hot and wet. All passion and fire.” He stroked again – a
little harder – and she gasped.
“I don't…I can't… Josh, I feel so strange. What are you doing to me?”
He heard the confusion and excitement in her voice and realized with amazement that Maggie didn't recognize her
own impending climax. It dawned on him that Maggie was going to learn the passionate power of her own body at his
hands – and a glorious exultation roared through him. He felt simultaneously humble and magnificently proud. He
could give her something almost as wonderful as what she was giving him.
“Don't fight it, sweetheart. It's going to be so good. You're going to go up in flames. Tighten yourself, Maggie.
Yes, that's it, harder, harder. Yes.” He stroked her gently, finding the small, engorged nub of feminine sensation with
his thumb.
He knew it was happening even before she did. It was unmistakable. Her whole body suddenly clenched and tiny,
shivering ripples quivered around his invading finger. Josh almost lost his own self-control at that.
“Josh.”
She was going to cry out. Josh sensed it and as much as he yearned to hear the sweet sound of her release, he
knew he had to protect her privacy. The parlour was directly under the Colonel's bedroom.
Josh captured Maggie's mouth with his own, swallowing the soft, joyous sounds. He held her while she convulsed
beneath him and took as much pleasure in the release as Maggie herself did. It was an odd sensation to be so
enthralled by a
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