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remember,” she murmured.
He smiled, interpreting her words as proof of the feelings he’d successfully implanted in her memory.
Once inside his bedroom, he laid her down on the pillows and switched on a table lamp, driven to match the reality of her to the fantasy he’d built up in his mind. He walked around the bed to the other side, feasting his eyes on the sheer perfection of her.
Her glorious hair was just as he’d imagined, a lustrous fan of silky waves, rippling out in sensual invitation, and her skin did gleam like smooth honey. Her body was the very epitome of femininity, lush curves and long, elegant legs, but he saw not a trace of the tiger image he’d imbued her with.
There was almost an awkward self-consciousness in the way she lay there, waiting for him to join her, not shy, but acutely aware of her nakedness and his appraisal of it. Her fingers made agitated little movements, as though uncertain of whether they should cover something, at least a little.
It made him wonder why...how she could not know the power of her sexual attraction... what had undermined the pride and confidence she should have?
Her eyes were not inviting dangerous play. Her eyes were fixed on him, avidly drinking in every detail of his physique as though it was a source of intense inner marvelling. It hit Jared forcefully that everything about this situation was new to her, being with him like this, both of them freely naked, totally unrestricted intimacy with no fear of criticism.
It was oddly moving that she was delighting in him so much, like a child being showered with gifts at a surprise party. He stretched out beside her, propping himself up on his elbow so he could watch the expressions on her face. She smiled at him, no exotic mystery in her eyes, more a twinkle of happy mischief.
“Am I allowed to touch you now?’’ she asked.
He grinned an open invitation. “All embargoes on touch removed. Go right ahead.”
“Anywhere?’’
“Whatever takes your fancy.”
She immediately sat up in a commanding position, her face wickedly gleeful as she challenged him. “Then you lie down, Jared. Just you lie there and let me do what I want.”
“Am I allowed to touch?” he asked teasingly as he settled his head on a pillow, assuming a totally relaxed position.
She cocked her head on one side, considering the question. “No. Better not. You’ll distract me and take over and this is my turn.”
He was amused and intrigued by what her turn would entail.
It very quickly became the most incredibly erotic experience of his life. She touched him as though she was sensually absorbing all that he was—his arms, his body, his legs, every part of him—her soft, beguiling fingerpads making their own paths and patterns, emitting a tingling magic, creating a sensational artistry focused entirely on him.
Wherever she kissed him it was with a kind of fascinated concentration on his response, wanting to know what excited, what pleasured, and clearly delighting in arousing him again. She knelt between his legs, lightly running her nails up and down the taut muscles of his thighs, watching the effect on him, the stiffening swell growing to full hardness. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around him, then gently cupped him with her other hand, squeezing as she bent over and took him in her mouth, rhythmically inciting the most intense and exquisite pleasure.
Her hair was spread all around him—his stomach, groin, thighs—silkily feathering his highly sensitised flesh as she deepened and accelerated the flow of excitement. Apart from the exquisite stimulation she was imparting, the visual pleasure of her was enthralling, lifting the whole experience to levels of intensity that blew Jared’s mind. He heard himself calling her name in a wild crescendo of need.
Instantly she lifted herself and moved into straddling him. Then she was taking him inside her, lowering herself slowly, feeling and making him feel the long slide
He smiled, interpreting her words as proof of the feelings he’d successfully implanted in her memory.
Once inside his bedroom, he laid her down on the pillows and switched on a table lamp, driven to match the reality of her to the fantasy he’d built up in his mind. He walked around the bed to the other side, feasting his eyes on the sheer perfection of her.
Her glorious hair was just as he’d imagined, a lustrous fan of silky waves, rippling out in sensual invitation, and her skin did gleam like smooth honey. Her body was the very epitome of femininity, lush curves and long, elegant legs, but he saw not a trace of the tiger image he’d imbued her with.
There was almost an awkward self-consciousness in the way she lay there, waiting for him to join her, not shy, but acutely aware of her nakedness and his appraisal of it. Her fingers made agitated little movements, as though uncertain of whether they should cover something, at least a little.
It made him wonder why...how she could not know the power of her sexual attraction... what had undermined the pride and confidence she should have?
Her eyes were not inviting dangerous play. Her eyes were fixed on him, avidly drinking in every detail of his physique as though it was a source of intense inner marvelling. It hit Jared forcefully that everything about this situation was new to her, being with him like this, both of them freely naked, totally unrestricted intimacy with no fear of criticism.
It was oddly moving that she was delighting in him so much, like a child being showered with gifts at a surprise party. He stretched out beside her, propping himself up on his elbow so he could watch the expressions on her face. She smiled at him, no exotic mystery in her eyes, more a twinkle of happy mischief.
“Am I allowed to touch you now?’’ she asked.
He grinned an open invitation. “All embargoes on touch removed. Go right ahead.”
“Anywhere?’’
“Whatever takes your fancy.”
She immediately sat up in a commanding position, her face wickedly gleeful as she challenged him. “Then you lie down, Jared. Just you lie there and let me do what I want.”
“Am I allowed to touch?” he asked teasingly as he settled his head on a pillow, assuming a totally relaxed position.
She cocked her head on one side, considering the question. “No. Better not. You’ll distract me and take over and this is my turn.”
He was amused and intrigued by what her turn would entail.
It very quickly became the most incredibly erotic experience of his life. She touched him as though she was sensually absorbing all that he was—his arms, his body, his legs, every part of him—her soft, beguiling fingerpads making their own paths and patterns, emitting a tingling magic, creating a sensational artistry focused entirely on him.
Wherever she kissed him it was with a kind of fascinated concentration on his response, wanting to know what excited, what pleasured, and clearly delighting in arousing him again. She knelt between his legs, lightly running her nails up and down the taut muscles of his thighs, watching the effect on him, the stiffening swell growing to full hardness. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around him, then gently cupped him with her other hand, squeezing as she bent over and took him in her mouth, rhythmically inciting the most intense and exquisite pleasure.
Her hair was spread all around him—his stomach, groin, thighs—silkily feathering his highly sensitised flesh as she deepened and accelerated the flow of excitement. Apart from the exquisite stimulation she was imparting, the visual pleasure of her was enthralling, lifting the whole experience to levels of intensity that blew Jared’s mind. He heard himself calling her name in a wild crescendo of need.
Instantly she lifted herself and moved into straddling him. Then she was taking him inside her, lowering herself slowly, feeling and making him feel the long slide
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