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dig deep into his reserves of self-control not to take her right then, like a randy teenager having his first taste of sex.
Her breasts were big, bigger than he had always been led to assume from the nondescript, baggy clothing she had worn around the office. He liked it. A lot. In fact, it was driving him crazy.
Taking his time was all well and good in theory but practice was proving nigh-on impossible.
An expert when it came to undressing a woman, he found that he couldn’t get to grips with the niggly clasp of the bra and would have happily ripped it off had she not reached behind her, with her eyes still closed, to unhook it from behind.
‘I must be losing my touch…’
He was barely aware of her breathlessly telling him that his touch felt just perfect to her. He was way too absorbed in the sight of her breasts as they spilled out of their delicate restraints.
The big, pink discs of her nipples with their erect buds standing to attention pouted up at him, begging for his mouth.
Who was he to deny them both the pleasure?
He cupped them in his big hands and massaged them, rolling his thumbs over the stiffened crests before bending so that he could devote one-hundred percent of his undiluted attention to driving her crazy.
As he licked and suckled, first one, then the other, he wasn’t completely sure who was being pleasured more.
When he pushed his hand below the waistband of her jeans, she literally gasped and shuddered in wild anticipation.
‘Please…’ Agatha curled her fingers into his hair and looked down to where his dark head was roving over her breasts, tasting them and teasing them, and drawing her nipple into his mouth so that he could savour them even more.
‘Please…what?’
‘I…I want you.’ Her voice broke on an admission that would have been inconceivable only hours ago.
‘How much?’ Since when had he ever asked that question of any woman?
Agatha’s eyes flickered open and she gazed at him raptly, then she gave a nervous little laugh. ‘I know this is mad but I want you so much.’ She ran her hand along the length of his torso, marvelling at this new-found wantonness he seemed to have brought out in her. Where had that come from? Her just uttering those words was shocking and thrilling at the same time. ‘And I don’t want to talk.’
‘Sometimes talking can be sexy…’
Which she discovered, as he talked
and
touched, commenting on her body, as he began to unzip her jeans, telling her what he would like to do to it.
It was very, very sexy. She couldn’t wait to get out of her jeans. They felt like glue against her body and as he began to tug them down she helped him, kicking them off and sending them flying to join the rest of her clothes that were heaven only knew where on the ground.
‘How wet are you for me?’ Luc breathed into her ear, stopping to watch her face with a crooked smile on his.
‘You’re embarrassing me!’ She barely recognised herself.
‘You’re enjoying it. I like that. I never suspected…But then when you looked at me…’ He circled her nipple with his fingers, zeroing in on the taut bud and playing with it till she was panting and moaning. ‘Well? How much do you want this?’ he pressed her softly with amusement, half at her languorous, feline movements, half at himself because he wasn’t usually this vocal or, for that matter, so uncool.
‘More than you know.’
The effect of those few words on him was electrifying. Discarding her underwear, he slid two fingers into her, stroking her on that most sensitive of spots so that she wriggled against his hand, pushing and arching, and dimly hoping that the walls weren’t as thin as she suspected they might very well be.
‘Oh no you don’t,’ he laughed softly; he removed his hand and began working his way down the flat planes of her stomach with his mouth.
Agatha’s eyes flew open and she gave a protesting squeak.
‘You can’t!’
Luc interrupted his ministrations to shoot
Her breasts were big, bigger than he had always been led to assume from the nondescript, baggy clothing she had worn around the office. He liked it. A lot. In fact, it was driving him crazy.
Taking his time was all well and good in theory but practice was proving nigh-on impossible.
An expert when it came to undressing a woman, he found that he couldn’t get to grips with the niggly clasp of the bra and would have happily ripped it off had she not reached behind her, with her eyes still closed, to unhook it from behind.
‘I must be losing my touch…’
He was barely aware of her breathlessly telling him that his touch felt just perfect to her. He was way too absorbed in the sight of her breasts as they spilled out of their delicate restraints.
The big, pink discs of her nipples with their erect buds standing to attention pouted up at him, begging for his mouth.
Who was he to deny them both the pleasure?
He cupped them in his big hands and massaged them, rolling his thumbs over the stiffened crests before bending so that he could devote one-hundred percent of his undiluted attention to driving her crazy.
As he licked and suckled, first one, then the other, he wasn’t completely sure who was being pleasured more.
When he pushed his hand below the waistband of her jeans, she literally gasped and shuddered in wild anticipation.
‘Please…’ Agatha curled her fingers into his hair and looked down to where his dark head was roving over her breasts, tasting them and teasing them, and drawing her nipple into his mouth so that he could savour them even more.
‘Please…what?’
‘I…I want you.’ Her voice broke on an admission that would have been inconceivable only hours ago.
‘How much?’ Since when had he ever asked that question of any woman?
Agatha’s eyes flickered open and she gazed at him raptly, then she gave a nervous little laugh. ‘I know this is mad but I want you so much.’ She ran her hand along the length of his torso, marvelling at this new-found wantonness he seemed to have brought out in her. Where had that come from? Her just uttering those words was shocking and thrilling at the same time. ‘And I don’t want to talk.’
‘Sometimes talking can be sexy…’
Which she discovered, as he talked
and
touched, commenting on her body, as he began to unzip her jeans, telling her what he would like to do to it.
It was very, very sexy. She couldn’t wait to get out of her jeans. They felt like glue against her body and as he began to tug them down she helped him, kicking them off and sending them flying to join the rest of her clothes that were heaven only knew where on the ground.
‘How wet are you for me?’ Luc breathed into her ear, stopping to watch her face with a crooked smile on his.
‘You’re embarrassing me!’ She barely recognised herself.
‘You’re enjoying it. I like that. I never suspected…But then when you looked at me…’ He circled her nipple with his fingers, zeroing in on the taut bud and playing with it till she was panting and moaning. ‘Well? How much do you want this?’ he pressed her softly with amusement, half at her languorous, feline movements, half at himself because he wasn’t usually this vocal or, for that matter, so uncool.
‘More than you know.’
The effect of those few words on him was electrifying. Discarding her underwear, he slid two fingers into her, stroking her on that most sensitive of spots so that she wriggled against his hand, pushing and arching, and dimly hoping that the walls weren’t as thin as she suspected they might very well be.
‘Oh no you don’t,’ he laughed softly; he removed his hand and began working his way down the flat planes of her stomach with his mouth.
Agatha’s eyes flew open and she gave a protesting squeak.
‘You can’t!’
Luc interrupted his ministrations to shoot
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