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long, slow swirl of her tongue, she released him and rose, shifting so that she hovered just above his upward-pointing erection.
She didn’t have to check her own readiness; she wasalready wet, almost embarrassingly so. Wrapping her fingers around the base of his erection, she centered the large, plum-shaped head at her opening and slowly lowered herself down his entire length.
He was big, filling her completely, and she bit her lip while her body stretched to accommodate him. It didn’t hurt exactly, but she’d been celibate for so long that there was a modicum of discomfort, a moment when she needed to remind her-self to relax and let him in.
He’d had that effect on her the first couple of times they’d been together, too, she remembered. It had taken a while for her to get used to the sensation of having him inside her, but she’d liked it. He’d hit her in all the right spots, the same as he was doing now.
“You don’t want me to stop, do you?” she asked, her voice shaky and breathless and not much louder than a whisper.
She rose up on her knees, letting him slide partially free. The friction alone sent the air stuttering from her lungs and she nearly whimpered. Gage, she was satisfied to notice, curled his fingers into fists, pulling slightly at the ties that held his wrists.
“Untie me,” he rasped.
Her hair bounced when she shook her head. Gliding back down, her internal muscles squeezing and thrumming around him, she barely managed to say, “I like it this way. And you do, too. I can tell.”
She continued to move on him. Small, almost imperceptible motions that brought her up and down, forward and back, side to side. She could feel him flexing beneath her, bucking in time with her movements.
Given his strength and bulk, Jenna had no doubt that if he really, truly wanted to break free, he could. She’dwrapped the feathery boas around his ankles and wrists several times, making them as strong as she could without cutting of his circulation, but they were still just strips of yarn, and he was six-feet-three-inches, two-hundred-plus-pounds of pure muscle.
He was fighting the urge, though, she could see it in his eyes. Whatever he thought of her little game and the tricks it had taken to get him here, he was more interested in letting her finish what she’d started.
Thank goodness, because at this point, she just might cry herself if he left her.
Pressing her mouth to his, she kissed him, startled when he kissed her back.
What this man could do to her without the use of his hands she suspected other men couldn’t do with a dozen.
When their mouths parted, they were both out of breath, and she was pretty sure she knew what his answer was going to be. She asked anyway, her lips continuing to brush against his.
“Do you want me to stop, Gage? Or do you want me to keep doing what I’m doing? Riding you. Fucking you.”
His cock flexed inside her, showing its approval of both her language and her continued gyrations on his lap.
For the most part, she was a good girl. Not quite Pollyanna, but close. She swore only occasionally in the presence of close acquaintances and was exceptionally careful of her word choices when it came to working with her young students.
But sex with Gage didn’t count. With him, she’d always been a little wild and a lot uninhibited. He liked itwhen she talked dirty . . . and she liked it because of the response it evoked in him.
A muscle ticced in his jaw. His molars ground together. He continued to clench and unclench his fists where they were bound above him. When he spoke, his voice was sandpaper rough, but firm, and she knew there would be no turning back.
“Don’t stop,” he grated. His body echoed his sentiments, hips lifting to spur her on.
She smiled and kissed him again, letting her breasts rub seductively along his chest, and purposely gave him a small Kegel exercise that made him groan.
“Good answer,” she murmured before pushing herself up
She didn’t have to check her own readiness; she wasalready wet, almost embarrassingly so. Wrapping her fingers around the base of his erection, she centered the large, plum-shaped head at her opening and slowly lowered herself down his entire length.
He was big, filling her completely, and she bit her lip while her body stretched to accommodate him. It didn’t hurt exactly, but she’d been celibate for so long that there was a modicum of discomfort, a moment when she needed to remind her-self to relax and let him in.
He’d had that effect on her the first couple of times they’d been together, too, she remembered. It had taken a while for her to get used to the sensation of having him inside her, but she’d liked it. He’d hit her in all the right spots, the same as he was doing now.
“You don’t want me to stop, do you?” she asked, her voice shaky and breathless and not much louder than a whisper.
She rose up on her knees, letting him slide partially free. The friction alone sent the air stuttering from her lungs and she nearly whimpered. Gage, she was satisfied to notice, curled his fingers into fists, pulling slightly at the ties that held his wrists.
“Untie me,” he rasped.
Her hair bounced when she shook her head. Gliding back down, her internal muscles squeezing and thrumming around him, she barely managed to say, “I like it this way. And you do, too. I can tell.”
She continued to move on him. Small, almost imperceptible motions that brought her up and down, forward and back, side to side. She could feel him flexing beneath her, bucking in time with her movements.
Given his strength and bulk, Jenna had no doubt that if he really, truly wanted to break free, he could. She’dwrapped the feathery boas around his ankles and wrists several times, making them as strong as she could without cutting of his circulation, but they were still just strips of yarn, and he was six-feet-three-inches, two-hundred-plus-pounds of pure muscle.
He was fighting the urge, though, she could see it in his eyes. Whatever he thought of her little game and the tricks it had taken to get him here, he was more interested in letting her finish what she’d started.
Thank goodness, because at this point, she just might cry herself if he left her.
Pressing her mouth to his, she kissed him, startled when he kissed her back.
What this man could do to her without the use of his hands she suspected other men couldn’t do with a dozen.
When their mouths parted, they were both out of breath, and she was pretty sure she knew what his answer was going to be. She asked anyway, her lips continuing to brush against his.
“Do you want me to stop, Gage? Or do you want me to keep doing what I’m doing? Riding you. Fucking you.”
His cock flexed inside her, showing its approval of both her language and her continued gyrations on his lap.
For the most part, she was a good girl. Not quite Pollyanna, but close. She swore only occasionally in the presence of close acquaintances and was exceptionally careful of her word choices when it came to working with her young students.
But sex with Gage didn’t count. With him, she’d always been a little wild and a lot uninhibited. He liked itwhen she talked dirty . . . and she liked it because of the response it evoked in him.
A muscle ticced in his jaw. His molars ground together. He continued to clench and unclench his fists where they were bound above him. When he spoke, his voice was sandpaper rough, but firm, and she knew there would be no turning back.
“Don’t stop,” he grated. His body echoed his sentiments, hips lifting to spur her on.
She smiled and kissed him again, letting her breasts rub seductively along his chest, and purposely gave him a small Kegel exercise that made him groan.
“Good answer,” she murmured before pushing herself up
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