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you while I do it. It’s you that’s made me so fucking hard, and I’m going to come even harder. All for you.”
God, oh, god. I was clamping my thighs together, trying to stifle the strength of the pulsing while at the same time begging for Boyd to ease it in other ways. “Please. Please. I want you. Please!”
His strokes came quicker, his hand moving faster and faster along the length of his erection, the muscles in his forearm growing more taut and strained.
“Tell me where you want me to come,” he said, his voice tight as it interrupted my hoarse appeals.
“What?” I was having a hard time concentrating.
“On you or in my hand. Tell me where to come.” He took a step closer to me. “Hurry, Norma—decide.”
Where to come. He wanted me to decide where he should come. His expression tightened, and I realized what he was asking as his face contorted with the onslaught of his orgasm.
“On me! On me!” I pushed the words out just in the nick of time, arching toward him to catch every drop of the hot stream of his climax on my belly. He groaned as he came, his lids heavy with ecstasy, his body tense as he emptied himself.
Hell, it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. I almost came just from the sight.
When he was finished, we were both sweaty and breathless. And the way he was looking at me now, his expression sated and oh so pleased at the artwork he’d left on my skin—I could live forever with that gaze, even if I never got off myself.
Okay, maybe that wasn’t quite true. I was more aroused than I’d ever remembered being, but somehow, his release felt more gratifying than I knew an orgasm of my own would have felt.
He reached above me to unhook my hands and said quietly, “You’ll stay the night tonight. I didn’t prepare you to stay, but there’s no way I can let you go home. I should have everything you’ll need.”
I was shaking as he brought my arms in front of me to undo the cuffs. There was so much I wanted to say, so much I wanted to ask him to do to me, so much I wanted to beg for him to let me do to him.
All I could manage was, “Okay.”
He nodded once, the subtext behind his eyes seeming to understand all that I’d left unspoken.
Then, he tucked himself away, and said, “Let’s clean you up.”
Chapter Six
Boyd took me to his bedroom suite and left me to shower with instructions not to get myself off, which was especially maddening because I hadn’t had the idea until he’d brought it up. Then it felt like the most erotic agony as I washed my body, purposefully ignoring the buzzing between my legs. I’d been dealing with that unfulfilled yearning for weeks now and had assumed that I’d have some relief after agreeing to a relationship with him. But at the moment I was more miserable than ever.
Yet, I was in a surprisingly good mood. My shoulders felt less tense than usual, even after having my arms suspended for so long, and my body hummed with a tune familiar and long forgotten. There was even a bounce in my step as I toweled off and stepped out of the bathroom.
The bedroom was empty when I came out. I put on the T-shirt that had been laid on the bed, assuming it was meant for me, and followed the delicious smell of garlic and rosemary to the kitchen. I’d figured Boyd had ordered Italian, and so I was surprised to find him standing behind the stove, an apron over his bare chest and jeans.
I sat on a barstool and smiled at him across the island. “You cook?”
He poured me a glass of red wine and then dumped some into the saucepan in front of him before glancing up at me. “Sometimes. Right now I’m cooking for you.”
“I can’t remember the last time anyone cooked for me. Maybe my mother? After she died, I was the one who made all the meals.” I still made most of the meals for Gwen and me. Or, rather, I ordered most of the takeout.
“You work too hard all day; you shouldn’t have to cook at night too. I’m glad I get to be
God, oh, god. I was clamping my thighs together, trying to stifle the strength of the pulsing while at the same time begging for Boyd to ease it in other ways. “Please. Please. I want you. Please!”
His strokes came quicker, his hand moving faster and faster along the length of his erection, the muscles in his forearm growing more taut and strained.
“Tell me where you want me to come,” he said, his voice tight as it interrupted my hoarse appeals.
“What?” I was having a hard time concentrating.
“On you or in my hand. Tell me where to come.” He took a step closer to me. “Hurry, Norma—decide.”
Where to come. He wanted me to decide where he should come. His expression tightened, and I realized what he was asking as his face contorted with the onslaught of his orgasm.
“On me! On me!” I pushed the words out just in the nick of time, arching toward him to catch every drop of the hot stream of his climax on my belly. He groaned as he came, his lids heavy with ecstasy, his body tense as he emptied himself.
Hell, it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. I almost came just from the sight.
When he was finished, we were both sweaty and breathless. And the way he was looking at me now, his expression sated and oh so pleased at the artwork he’d left on my skin—I could live forever with that gaze, even if I never got off myself.
Okay, maybe that wasn’t quite true. I was more aroused than I’d ever remembered being, but somehow, his release felt more gratifying than I knew an orgasm of my own would have felt.
He reached above me to unhook my hands and said quietly, “You’ll stay the night tonight. I didn’t prepare you to stay, but there’s no way I can let you go home. I should have everything you’ll need.”
I was shaking as he brought my arms in front of me to undo the cuffs. There was so much I wanted to say, so much I wanted to ask him to do to me, so much I wanted to beg for him to let me do to him.
All I could manage was, “Okay.”
He nodded once, the subtext behind his eyes seeming to understand all that I’d left unspoken.
Then, he tucked himself away, and said, “Let’s clean you up.”
Chapter Six
Boyd took me to his bedroom suite and left me to shower with instructions not to get myself off, which was especially maddening because I hadn’t had the idea until he’d brought it up. Then it felt like the most erotic agony as I washed my body, purposefully ignoring the buzzing between my legs. I’d been dealing with that unfulfilled yearning for weeks now and had assumed that I’d have some relief after agreeing to a relationship with him. But at the moment I was more miserable than ever.
Yet, I was in a surprisingly good mood. My shoulders felt less tense than usual, even after having my arms suspended for so long, and my body hummed with a tune familiar and long forgotten. There was even a bounce in my step as I toweled off and stepped out of the bathroom.
The bedroom was empty when I came out. I put on the T-shirt that had been laid on the bed, assuming it was meant for me, and followed the delicious smell of garlic and rosemary to the kitchen. I’d figured Boyd had ordered Italian, and so I was surprised to find him standing behind the stove, an apron over his bare chest and jeans.
I sat on a barstool and smiled at him across the island. “You cook?”
He poured me a glass of red wine and then dumped some into the saucepan in front of him before glancing up at me. “Sometimes. Right now I’m cooking for you.”
“I can’t remember the last time anyone cooked for me. Maybe my mother? After she died, I was the one who made all the meals.” I still made most of the meals for Gwen and me. Or, rather, I ordered most of the takeout.
“You work too hard all day; you shouldn’t have to cook at night too. I’m glad I get to be
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