anything of the past or
future. You are with me now and nothing but the two of us matters. But just for
the record…you are not frigid, Joey.”
If possible, her smile grew bigger. “You’re
right and now it’s my turn to get my hands on you. Umm, why don’t you lie down
and relax while I read for a bit.” Joey got up, ignoring her discarded bikini
as she tied the long sarong loosely around her sensitive breasts, and then she
picked up the book and started into the house. She needed just a moment alone,
away from the piercing heat of his eyes while she figured out what she was
supposed to do next. She knew one thing—they were definitely going to have sex.
At the door she stopped and turned back to
Gray. “Lose the shorts, Gray. We both know they’ll only get in the way.” When
she had time tomorrow, she would relive this first experience with Gray and
read over the pages he marked; right now she was anxious for her turn and eager
to get her hands on him.
Chapter Seven
Joey stared in unseen bemusement at the
massage directions in the male genitals section of her book. Instead she
thought about what she’d just discovered. After fifteen years of marriage and
being told for most of it a variation of you are unresponsive and cold and
selfish , she realized she truly wasn’t. A virgin on her wedding night and a
faithful spouse to her husband, she’d had no way of knowing her ex hadn’t cared
enough—or known enough himself—to teach her about finding pleasure in her own
body or his.
With a vivid imagination, her writing
served as her sexual outlet, but she hadn’t lived those erotic experiences. Her
last several months of marriage-hell took that sensual outlet and twisted it
inside her. She became afraid to think about sex or to write about it or do
it…not because of morality or any of her own fears, but because her of her
ex-husband’s attempts to convince her she wasn’t any good at making love and
didn’t know anything about pleasing someone else. She’d wasted a year after her
divorce second-guessing herself and repressing her sexuality. Hell—she’d wasted
a lifetime. But Gray waited for her. Willing to volunteer for her edification
and enjoyment. She had a manual of things to try, several of them in fact…and
she was a quick learner.
Taking a quick glance over her
instructions, she flagged the pages she would need to refer to and headed back
outside. The little flutters in her body morphed into sharp anticipation when
she saw Gray lying naked on his stomach in the soft moonlight with his bathing
suit laying at the edge of the sheet. The added glow of dim candlelight seemed
to paint him with moving shadows, but one thing remained crystal clear in the
low light—the man had one fine ass.
There were no tan lines on his body.
Whether due to his heritage or because he sunbathed in the nude she had no
idea. It wasn’t important other than the thought of him lying naked in the sun
was a tantalizing visual. The overall effect of light mocha flesh over taut,
muscular buttocks worked to speed her pulse and cause her breath to come out in
ragged pants. The entire powerful package of the man as he lay in wait…for her
hands to mold and sculpt every inch of him, made her impatient to proceed.
Well! Good
thing there wasn’t enough light he could see her drool. He would, however, hear
her panting if she didn’t get her body under some semblance of control.
Gray finally managed to calm his raging
erection…until he felt Joey settle beside him and touch him for the first time
with those warm, satiny hands. The body part he’d just managed to subdue sprang
back to full life. He groaned in silent torment and prepared to withstand the
pleasure-torture of her hands on his body. He wanted those sweet hands in one
place…and it wasn’t on his backside.
He closed his eyes and concentrated on the
feel of her. He hissed when he felt her lie against his back. The full
skin-to-skin contact made him
future. You are with me now and nothing but the two of us matters. But just for
the record…you are not frigid, Joey.”
If possible, her smile grew bigger. “You’re
right and now it’s my turn to get my hands on you. Umm, why don’t you lie down
and relax while I read for a bit.” Joey got up, ignoring her discarded bikini
as she tied the long sarong loosely around her sensitive breasts, and then she
picked up the book and started into the house. She needed just a moment alone,
away from the piercing heat of his eyes while she figured out what she was
supposed to do next. She knew one thing—they were definitely going to have sex.
At the door she stopped and turned back to
Gray. “Lose the shorts, Gray. We both know they’ll only get in the way.” When
she had time tomorrow, she would relive this first experience with Gray and
read over the pages he marked; right now she was anxious for her turn and eager
to get her hands on him.
Chapter Seven
Joey stared in unseen bemusement at the
massage directions in the male genitals section of her book. Instead she
thought about what she’d just discovered. After fifteen years of marriage and
being told for most of it a variation of you are unresponsive and cold and
selfish , she realized she truly wasn’t. A virgin on her wedding night and a
faithful spouse to her husband, she’d had no way of knowing her ex hadn’t cared
enough—or known enough himself—to teach her about finding pleasure in her own
body or his.
With a vivid imagination, her writing
served as her sexual outlet, but she hadn’t lived those erotic experiences. Her
last several months of marriage-hell took that sensual outlet and twisted it
inside her. She became afraid to think about sex or to write about it or do
it…not because of morality or any of her own fears, but because her of her
ex-husband’s attempts to convince her she wasn’t any good at making love and
didn’t know anything about pleasing someone else. She’d wasted a year after her
divorce second-guessing herself and repressing her sexuality. Hell—she’d wasted
a lifetime. But Gray waited for her. Willing to volunteer for her edification
and enjoyment. She had a manual of things to try, several of them in fact…and
she was a quick learner.
Taking a quick glance over her
instructions, she flagged the pages she would need to refer to and headed back
outside. The little flutters in her body morphed into sharp anticipation when
she saw Gray lying naked on his stomach in the soft moonlight with his bathing
suit laying at the edge of the sheet. The added glow of dim candlelight seemed
to paint him with moving shadows, but one thing remained crystal clear in the
low light—the man had one fine ass.
There were no tan lines on his body.
Whether due to his heritage or because he sunbathed in the nude she had no
idea. It wasn’t important other than the thought of him lying naked in the sun
was a tantalizing visual. The overall effect of light mocha flesh over taut,
muscular buttocks worked to speed her pulse and cause her breath to come out in
ragged pants. The entire powerful package of the man as he lay in wait…for her
hands to mold and sculpt every inch of him, made her impatient to proceed.
Well! Good
thing there wasn’t enough light he could see her drool. He would, however, hear
her panting if she didn’t get her body under some semblance of control.
Gray finally managed to calm his raging
erection…until he felt Joey settle beside him and touch him for the first time
with those warm, satiny hands. The body part he’d just managed to subdue sprang
back to full life. He groaned in silent torment and prepared to withstand the
pleasure-torture of her hands on his body. He wanted those sweet hands in one
place…and it wasn’t on his backside.
He closed his eyes and concentrated on the
feel of her. He hissed when he felt her lie against his back. The full
skin-to-skin contact made him
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