his hands still clenched. She sucked the finger into her mouth, all the way to the knuckle, and then released it with a pop.
She’d never been so blatant. That had always been his job. He’d taught her everything she knew about sex. His desires had shaped her own. She’d been the young, inexperienced woman about to reach her twenties when T.J. had strode into her life and ruined her for all other men.
He’d taken his time, getting to know her leisurely. Intimately. More thoroughly than she’d known herself. The sex between them had gone from casual to exploratory. By the time they’d married, she’d been willing and eager to try anything and everything.
In the past, the awe in his eyes had given her the confidence to find herself sexually. Right now, that same look gave her the ability to be on a foreign bed, observed by strangers as her finger lowered to the hem of her tiny dress and underneath to the waistband of her panties. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from him. Like a hawk, she scrutinized his expression, gaining evidence of his arousal from the flaring of his nostrils and the rapid rise and fall of his chest.
“Do you want a taste?” It was a bittersweet question. Dismissal would bathe her in rejection. Acquiescence would mean he was ready to move on from their marriage. So she was thankful he didn’t answer.
Still unsure what she was doing, or why, she continued the charade. She slid her hand under the lace of her underwear, the tingles of awareness igniting all over the newly skimmed flesh. She grazed the rough patch of curls at the apex of her thighs and held her breath as she drowned in the darkness of his eyes. She was on display, alone, confused, yet her body was burning with the need to be sated. By him. Only him.
Her husband inched forward, his large frame a menacing force at the end of the bed. He was riveted with her, his jaw tight, his hands still clenched, yet those deep irises were enthralled with her alluring display. Hypnotized.
She crept her hand lower, closing her eyes briefly when her fingertips found her clit. The tiny bundle of nerves was throbbing. Begging. Pleading with every rush of blood and pound of her heart to be sated beyond her wildest imagination. Here. In front of all these people.
Pleasure took over, her fingers moved of their own accord as they rubbed back and forth, tearing a gasp from her throat.
“You should stop.” His words barely penetrated the pounding heartbeat echoing in her ears. “I need to get back to work.”
She quirked a brow when he didn’t leave. Rejection would soon be upon her. It was inevitable. But her mask would hide the humiliation. It was already shielding her from the intensity of numerous people who had stopped their own play sessions to see if she would succeed in seducing this glorious man.
With a dramatic sigh, she slid her hand from her panties and crawled toward him. He backtracked, cautiously leaving space between them as if she were a predator ready to pounce. The contrasting dynamic was unnerving. T.J. had always been the dominant force. He never backed away. He always inspired the need to please him. The desire to succumb. She thrived on the way her heart, mind and body submitted wholeheartedly to his instructions. Now she was in the lead and wasn’t sure what to do with the power.
She stood, allowing a few brief seconds for her jelly legs to strengthen before she sauntered toward him on her heels. Her gaze held his as she approached. The room fell silent, and the pressure of anticipation pressed hard against her skin. There was a breath of space between them when she planted her feet and peered up at him with a coy smile.
“Touch me.” Her heart hammered behind her ribs. It was becoming harder to disguise her voice. Everything inside her urged her to stop pretending. To quit hiding.
“I can’t.” His fierce tone was almost inaudible. “I’ve gotta go.” Again, he didn’t move. He held his chin high. His
She’d never been so blatant. That had always been his job. He’d taught her everything she knew about sex. His desires had shaped her own. She’d been the young, inexperienced woman about to reach her twenties when T.J. had strode into her life and ruined her for all other men.
He’d taken his time, getting to know her leisurely. Intimately. More thoroughly than she’d known herself. The sex between them had gone from casual to exploratory. By the time they’d married, she’d been willing and eager to try anything and everything.
In the past, the awe in his eyes had given her the confidence to find herself sexually. Right now, that same look gave her the ability to be on a foreign bed, observed by strangers as her finger lowered to the hem of her tiny dress and underneath to the waistband of her panties. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from him. Like a hawk, she scrutinized his expression, gaining evidence of his arousal from the flaring of his nostrils and the rapid rise and fall of his chest.
“Do you want a taste?” It was a bittersweet question. Dismissal would bathe her in rejection. Acquiescence would mean he was ready to move on from their marriage. So she was thankful he didn’t answer.
Still unsure what she was doing, or why, she continued the charade. She slid her hand under the lace of her underwear, the tingles of awareness igniting all over the newly skimmed flesh. She grazed the rough patch of curls at the apex of her thighs and held her breath as she drowned in the darkness of his eyes. She was on display, alone, confused, yet her body was burning with the need to be sated. By him. Only him.
Her husband inched forward, his large frame a menacing force at the end of the bed. He was riveted with her, his jaw tight, his hands still clenched, yet those deep irises were enthralled with her alluring display. Hypnotized.
She crept her hand lower, closing her eyes briefly when her fingertips found her clit. The tiny bundle of nerves was throbbing. Begging. Pleading with every rush of blood and pound of her heart to be sated beyond her wildest imagination. Here. In front of all these people.
Pleasure took over, her fingers moved of their own accord as they rubbed back and forth, tearing a gasp from her throat.
“You should stop.” His words barely penetrated the pounding heartbeat echoing in her ears. “I need to get back to work.”
She quirked a brow when he didn’t leave. Rejection would soon be upon her. It was inevitable. But her mask would hide the humiliation. It was already shielding her from the intensity of numerous people who had stopped their own play sessions to see if she would succeed in seducing this glorious man.
With a dramatic sigh, she slid her hand from her panties and crawled toward him. He backtracked, cautiously leaving space between them as if she were a predator ready to pounce. The contrasting dynamic was unnerving. T.J. had always been the dominant force. He never backed away. He always inspired the need to please him. The desire to succumb. She thrived on the way her heart, mind and body submitted wholeheartedly to his instructions. Now she was in the lead and wasn’t sure what to do with the power.
She stood, allowing a few brief seconds for her jelly legs to strengthen before she sauntered toward him on her heels. Her gaze held his as she approached. The room fell silent, and the pressure of anticipation pressed hard against her skin. There was a breath of space between them when she planted her feet and peered up at him with a coy smile.
“Touch me.” Her heart hammered behind her ribs. It was becoming harder to disguise her voice. Everything inside her urged her to stop pretending. To quit hiding.
“I can’t.” His fierce tone was almost inaudible. “I’ve gotta go.” Again, he didn’t move. He held his chin high. His
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