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Authors: Cari Silverwood
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returned.
Flying was never going to hold the same excitement again. Not when a man could scare the blood from her veins and thrill her all in the same moment. Riveted by his gaze, she sneaked away the pillow and tucked it under her arm. No good. He stayed where he was and raised his eyebrow.
She let out a long breath, marked her bottom lip with her teeth and shoved the pillow farther away.
He strode closer, to the side of the bed. To her surprise he put a knee on the bedspread, bowing the mattress, then moved in, slowly leaning across and placing his hand on the other side of her head.
“I’m sorry,” she muttered. “I just couldn’t do it. This is so strange, unladylike–”
“ Shhh . It’s all right, this is new for you. Just seeing you naked on the bed pleases me. Though I’d love to have seen you with your legs open, waiting.”
Heat seared her cheeks.
His lips curved. “You can blush. I wasn’t sure. Let’s see if I can make you heat up elsewhere, sweetheart.” He shifted, putting the length of one arm above her head to take his weight then splaying his other hand across her stomach. The shock of the pressure of his hand made her gasp. Down below, inside her, clenched and released. One of his fingers found her belly button and circled it.
“From now, it’s yes or no, sir, or Mr. Meisner.”
She nodded then remembered. “Yes. Sir.” Just saying the words reinforced his power over her. He was going to do what he liked to her. Yes .
Amber flecks flashed in his pupils as he came lower and paused with his mouth an inch from hers. Mesmerized, she waited. So close, she felt and heard the subtle stir of his breathing.
He kissed her. First, barely touching, featherlight, exploring her lips, until she tried to turn and follow his lips, only to find he was leaning on her hair and his hand on her belly pressed her to the bed. Again, he’d imprisoned her. She shut her eyes and shivered at the realization.
As if he knew how she’d awoken, he pressed the kiss harder, delving his tongue deeper, entangling with hers and forcing her to respond or be overwhelmed. She moaned under the assault of teeth, tongue and lips. His hand came up and held her chin, turning her as he wished. Without giving her respite, he covered her whole mouth with his until she seemed about to disintegrate under him and sink into the mattress.
When he stopped and lifted his lips it was several seconds before she could flutter her eyes open. Her mouth was swollen. Tingling warmth pulsed back and forth to belly and crotch. Her clitoris–that newly discovered wondrous part of her–throbbed hard with every pant and every hammer of her blood.
There was fiery satisfaction in Mr. Meisner’s gaze.
“Stay there, on your back, like that. Leave your knees where they are.”
Where they were? Oh . She’d drawn them up and wedged her heels into the bedspread, had been shoving her groin up as if she couldn’t get enough of what he did. How true . Just his kisses left her devastated. She let out a long intense breath. Do something to me. Please!
He rose from the bed and, starting with his coat, methodically took off his clothes. All the while, his eyes didn’t move from hers.
With her knees up, he could see her down there. Daunting. Did the man ever blink?
“Open your legs, Faith. Let me see you.”
Oh . That went straight in, piercing her with longing. Unable to look away from his undressing, she slowly let her legs open, heard the small wet sound of her lower lips parting.
His shirt was unbuttoned and off, his trousers and boots and underclothes gone to a neat pile at the bottom corner of the bed. Mr. Meisner, naked, looked like an Adonis newly chiseled from stone by Michelangelo. Her mouth was open and her breathing very obviously labored, but she cared not at all. Between his legs arose his erect penis. She’d heard all the gossip over the years, mostly from her maids. When the organ was stiff like that, a man had one thing in
Flying was never going to hold the same excitement again. Not when a man could scare the blood from her veins and thrill her all in the same moment. Riveted by his gaze, she sneaked away the pillow and tucked it under her arm. No good. He stayed where he was and raised his eyebrow.
She let out a long breath, marked her bottom lip with her teeth and shoved the pillow farther away.
He strode closer, to the side of the bed. To her surprise he put a knee on the bedspread, bowing the mattress, then moved in, slowly leaning across and placing his hand on the other side of her head.
“I’m sorry,” she muttered. “I just couldn’t do it. This is so strange, unladylike–”
“ Shhh . It’s all right, this is new for you. Just seeing you naked on the bed pleases me. Though I’d love to have seen you with your legs open, waiting.”
Heat seared her cheeks.
His lips curved. “You can blush. I wasn’t sure. Let’s see if I can make you heat up elsewhere, sweetheart.” He shifted, putting the length of one arm above her head to take his weight then splaying his other hand across her stomach. The shock of the pressure of his hand made her gasp. Down below, inside her, clenched and released. One of his fingers found her belly button and circled it.
“From now, it’s yes or no, sir, or Mr. Meisner.”
She nodded then remembered. “Yes. Sir.” Just saying the words reinforced his power over her. He was going to do what he liked to her. Yes .
Amber flecks flashed in his pupils as he came lower and paused with his mouth an inch from hers. Mesmerized, she waited. So close, she felt and heard the subtle stir of his breathing.
He kissed her. First, barely touching, featherlight, exploring her lips, until she tried to turn and follow his lips, only to find he was leaning on her hair and his hand on her belly pressed her to the bed. Again, he’d imprisoned her. She shut her eyes and shivered at the realization.
As if he knew how she’d awoken, he pressed the kiss harder, delving his tongue deeper, entangling with hers and forcing her to respond or be overwhelmed. She moaned under the assault of teeth, tongue and lips. His hand came up and held her chin, turning her as he wished. Without giving her respite, he covered her whole mouth with his until she seemed about to disintegrate under him and sink into the mattress.
When he stopped and lifted his lips it was several seconds before she could flutter her eyes open. Her mouth was swollen. Tingling warmth pulsed back and forth to belly and crotch. Her clitoris–that newly discovered wondrous part of her–throbbed hard with every pant and every hammer of her blood.
There was fiery satisfaction in Mr. Meisner’s gaze.
“Stay there, on your back, like that. Leave your knees where they are.”
Where they were? Oh . She’d drawn them up and wedged her heels into the bedspread, had been shoving her groin up as if she couldn’t get enough of what he did. How true . Just his kisses left her devastated. She let out a long intense breath. Do something to me. Please!
He rose from the bed and, starting with his coat, methodically took off his clothes. All the while, his eyes didn’t move from hers.
With her knees up, he could see her down there. Daunting. Did the man ever blink?
“Open your legs, Faith. Let me see you.”
Oh . That went straight in, piercing her with longing. Unable to look away from his undressing, she slowly let her legs open, heard the small wet sound of her lower lips parting.
His shirt was unbuttoned and off, his trousers and boots and underclothes gone to a neat pile at the bottom corner of the bed. Mr. Meisner, naked, looked like an Adonis newly chiseled from stone by Michelangelo. Her mouth was open and her breathing very obviously labored, but she cared not at all. Between his legs arose his erect penis. She’d heard all the gossip over the years, mostly from her maids. When the organ was stiff like that, a man had one thing in
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