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he wanted to trail his tongue around. Plenty of time for that, though.
He kissed some more, now behind her ear and over to her cheek as his hard cock pressed against the small of her back. It was taking all the willpower he had not to bend her over right there and sate himself, and of course there was the small matter of her panties being in the way.
“What’s your favorite position?” he whispered.
“I don’t have one,” she said, voice breathy. She actually wriggled her butt against him, urging him on.
He stopped kissing. “Everyone has a favorite.”
“It’s all the same to me.”
That insanity made him spin her around by the shoulders. “What?”
She shrugged. “Really, it all feels the same.”
“Then whoever you’ve been doing it with hasn’t been doing it right.”
She seemed to consider it, but made no verbal affirmation. In fact, she tried wrapping her arms over her breasts again, but before she could, he picked her up by the bottom and deposited her on the bed.
He shimmied her panties down her thighs—taking just a moment to appreciate her impeccable grooming—and tossed them after her bra. If she thought it was all the same, no matter how it was done, well…she hadn’t really experienced pleasure. It came in so many different shades and nuances, and he’d learned even the slightest change of angle or application of pressure could make the lovemaking an entirely different experience.
Was there something wrong with her? Was she switched off? Or had she just not found the man who could do it for her?
Well, he could test at least one of those theories. First things first, though.
He crawled on the bed and situated himself between her open legs, putting a hand under both thighs. “We can talk positions later.”
“If that’s what we’re going to be doing later, what’s happening right now?”
“Taste test. I like to sample everything before I commit to buying.”
She smoothed her face to a blank. “Who said anything about committing?”
Okay, maybe it was the wrong choice of words, but there was something there, right? Not only was this woman damned sexy, but there was an undercurrent of attraction there that had nothing to do with her considerable good looks. Or maybe it was the pheromones, because fuck she smelled good.
Nah, this wasn’t about glands and chemistry. He was as aroused by what was between her ears as he was with anything on her body. That snap and wit? He could verbally parry with her all evening and she’d probably keep up just fine.
He slipped two fingers into her cunt and tested her for size. Yeah, he’d have to be careful. “You’ll commit,” he said, watching her pull that plump bottom lip between her teeth as he massaged inside of her wet sex. He turned his hand over. Let’s see if this does it for her.
Her knees pounded against his sides and he laughed.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Patrick.”
“Planning ahead is what makes me a good businessman, sweetheart.” He flattened his body against the bed and wrapped her legs over his shoulders. “Just think about it. You’d get me as a boyfriend.”
She rolled her eyes, but it was evident her heart wasn’t in it. “A dirty cat.”
“Cats are self-cleaning. And sometimes, they get a little…” He dipped his face low and licked her from slit to clit.
She squirmed.
“…over-enthusiastic.”
Her fingers kneaded his hair in the back and she gave a pull that needed no captioning. More , she was saying. Or else, Stop talking .
Gladly.
He laved at her folds. Licking, nibbling, sucking, until he was certain there was no hair left at the back of his head. With every iota of pleasure he gave her, she gave him a heap of pain. It made him a bit afraid of what she’d do if he gave her an actual orgasm.
Carefully, he unthreaded her fingers from his crown and crawled up so his knees staddled her breasts, holding his cock at the base and looking at her expectantly.
The look of annoyance on
He kissed some more, now behind her ear and over to her cheek as his hard cock pressed against the small of her back. It was taking all the willpower he had not to bend her over right there and sate himself, and of course there was the small matter of her panties being in the way.
“What’s your favorite position?” he whispered.
“I don’t have one,” she said, voice breathy. She actually wriggled her butt against him, urging him on.
He stopped kissing. “Everyone has a favorite.”
“It’s all the same to me.”
That insanity made him spin her around by the shoulders. “What?”
She shrugged. “Really, it all feels the same.”
“Then whoever you’ve been doing it with hasn’t been doing it right.”
She seemed to consider it, but made no verbal affirmation. In fact, she tried wrapping her arms over her breasts again, but before she could, he picked her up by the bottom and deposited her on the bed.
He shimmied her panties down her thighs—taking just a moment to appreciate her impeccable grooming—and tossed them after her bra. If she thought it was all the same, no matter how it was done, well…she hadn’t really experienced pleasure. It came in so many different shades and nuances, and he’d learned even the slightest change of angle or application of pressure could make the lovemaking an entirely different experience.
Was there something wrong with her? Was she switched off? Or had she just not found the man who could do it for her?
Well, he could test at least one of those theories. First things first, though.
He crawled on the bed and situated himself between her open legs, putting a hand under both thighs. “We can talk positions later.”
“If that’s what we’re going to be doing later, what’s happening right now?”
“Taste test. I like to sample everything before I commit to buying.”
She smoothed her face to a blank. “Who said anything about committing?”
Okay, maybe it was the wrong choice of words, but there was something there, right? Not only was this woman damned sexy, but there was an undercurrent of attraction there that had nothing to do with her considerable good looks. Or maybe it was the pheromones, because fuck she smelled good.
Nah, this wasn’t about glands and chemistry. He was as aroused by what was between her ears as he was with anything on her body. That snap and wit? He could verbally parry with her all evening and she’d probably keep up just fine.
He slipped two fingers into her cunt and tested her for size. Yeah, he’d have to be careful. “You’ll commit,” he said, watching her pull that plump bottom lip between her teeth as he massaged inside of her wet sex. He turned his hand over. Let’s see if this does it for her.
Her knees pounded against his sides and he laughed.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Patrick.”
“Planning ahead is what makes me a good businessman, sweetheart.” He flattened his body against the bed and wrapped her legs over his shoulders. “Just think about it. You’d get me as a boyfriend.”
She rolled her eyes, but it was evident her heart wasn’t in it. “A dirty cat.”
“Cats are self-cleaning. And sometimes, they get a little…” He dipped his face low and licked her from slit to clit.
She squirmed.
“…over-enthusiastic.”
Her fingers kneaded his hair in the back and she gave a pull that needed no captioning. More , she was saying. Or else, Stop talking .
Gladly.
He laved at her folds. Licking, nibbling, sucking, until he was certain there was no hair left at the back of his head. With every iota of pleasure he gave her, she gave him a heap of pain. It made him a bit afraid of what she’d do if he gave her an actual orgasm.
Carefully, he unthreaded her fingers from his crown and crawled up so his knees staddled her breasts, holding his cock at the base and looking at her expectantly.
The look of annoyance on
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