cuddling close, she ran her hands over the length of his erection. He groaned and rolled to his back.
“It’s all right. Don’t worry about it,” he said. He meant it. He’d given her the most beautiful sexual experience of her life and he didn’t expect a thing in return.
Because he gave so freely without demanding repayment, she became determined to give him pleasure in return. It’d been a long time since she wanted to please a man sexually. For that matter, it’d been forever since she’d been allowed a choice.
“Would it be okay,” she asked while sliding his boxers down, “if I touched you now?”
“Jesus!” His breath hissed through clenched 56
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teeth when she found him with her hands. He’d been surprised, but in a good way.
“I’ve never wanted this, but I do with you. Could I,” she leaned over and licked the head of his erection, “kiss you?”
Is that how she looked? Like she’d die from wanting another touch? Is this lust?
His arm stretched out until his hand felt around on the top of the nightstand. He grabbed his wallet and flipped it open, pulling a small square packet from inside. “Shit,” he said, his hands and fingers shaking too much to tear it open.
She took the packet from him and opened it. As she smoothed the thin rubber over his straining flesh, he mumbled and cursed, letting her know he found such a simple thing very exciting. She ran her tongue over him slowly while gauging his reaction.
His head fell against the pillow and his fingers tangled in her hair as he rubbed her scalp. Another long taste gained a groan as his chest rose and fell faster. A very moist caress made him grit out softly spoken words. “Whisper, I’m on a hair trigger and if you…”
She took him into her mouth. His hand dropped away. Just as she’d trusted him, he gave his body over. In her care, he’d find pleasure. She wouldn’t stop until he did.
He responded quickly to her touch, growing harder and thicker. It must’ve been a while since he’d been with a woman, though she found it hard to believe with his muscular build, peaceful brown eyes and gentle touch.
She’d learned how to satisfy a man with her mouth, but this was the first time she’d ever wanted to. His strength didn’t frighten her because he’d been weakened from injuries. She could thoroughly enjoy his arousal at her own pace.
Very little time passed before he began straining 57
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and twitching. Generally, she would’ve been relieved the deed could be finished quickly. Instead of ending the encounter, she toyed with him, forcing him to come close, but hold onto that instant before everything inside would burn and explode. She understood those feelings now, and found it to be the sweetest and most incredible pain. He should feel it too, enjoy the sensations, because he’d been so generous while touching her.
“Baby—oh shit.” Then, more urgently, he said,
“Can’t hold off. Shit, Whisper, I can’t…” She couldn’t let him go, wanted to finish the experience and took more into her mouth. His body grew tight as his hips pumped and strained. The noises he made sounded severe and painful. She imagined she’d sounded similar. No wonder he took his time and let her have all the satisfaction she could bear. Giving pleasure paralleled receiving it.
In some respects, it might even be better.
As she released him, his fists unclenched while his breathing evened out. She finished taking care of him, using some tissues from the box on the nightstand. Pulling the boxers carefully into place, she stroked his muscled stomach, avoiding any bruises or cuts. Extra pillows from the bed were gathered and a few were crunched in half before she carefully lifted his cast and placed them beneath.
“You cleaned the house. Fresh fruit on the table,” he said, mumbling. His eyes remained closed and he looked very serene. She smiled because he didn’t really sound disgruntled or upset that
“It’s all right. Don’t worry about it,” he said. He meant it. He’d given her the most beautiful sexual experience of her life and he didn’t expect a thing in return.
Because he gave so freely without demanding repayment, she became determined to give him pleasure in return. It’d been a long time since she wanted to please a man sexually. For that matter, it’d been forever since she’d been allowed a choice.
“Would it be okay,” she asked while sliding his boxers down, “if I touched you now?”
“Jesus!” His breath hissed through clenched 56
Whisper
teeth when she found him with her hands. He’d been surprised, but in a good way.
“I’ve never wanted this, but I do with you. Could I,” she leaned over and licked the head of his erection, “kiss you?”
Is that how she looked? Like she’d die from wanting another touch? Is this lust?
His arm stretched out until his hand felt around on the top of the nightstand. He grabbed his wallet and flipped it open, pulling a small square packet from inside. “Shit,” he said, his hands and fingers shaking too much to tear it open.
She took the packet from him and opened it. As she smoothed the thin rubber over his straining flesh, he mumbled and cursed, letting her know he found such a simple thing very exciting. She ran her tongue over him slowly while gauging his reaction.
His head fell against the pillow and his fingers tangled in her hair as he rubbed her scalp. Another long taste gained a groan as his chest rose and fell faster. A very moist caress made him grit out softly spoken words. “Whisper, I’m on a hair trigger and if you…”
She took him into her mouth. His hand dropped away. Just as she’d trusted him, he gave his body over. In her care, he’d find pleasure. She wouldn’t stop until he did.
He responded quickly to her touch, growing harder and thicker. It must’ve been a while since he’d been with a woman, though she found it hard to believe with his muscular build, peaceful brown eyes and gentle touch.
She’d learned how to satisfy a man with her mouth, but this was the first time she’d ever wanted to. His strength didn’t frighten her because he’d been weakened from injuries. She could thoroughly enjoy his arousal at her own pace.
Very little time passed before he began straining 57
Kathleen Lash
and twitching. Generally, she would’ve been relieved the deed could be finished quickly. Instead of ending the encounter, she toyed with him, forcing him to come close, but hold onto that instant before everything inside would burn and explode. She understood those feelings now, and found it to be the sweetest and most incredible pain. He should feel it too, enjoy the sensations, because he’d been so generous while touching her.
“Baby—oh shit.” Then, more urgently, he said,
“Can’t hold off. Shit, Whisper, I can’t…” She couldn’t let him go, wanted to finish the experience and took more into her mouth. His body grew tight as his hips pumped and strained. The noises he made sounded severe and painful. She imagined she’d sounded similar. No wonder he took his time and let her have all the satisfaction she could bear. Giving pleasure paralleled receiving it.
In some respects, it might even be better.
As she released him, his fists unclenched while his breathing evened out. She finished taking care of him, using some tissues from the box on the nightstand. Pulling the boxers carefully into place, she stroked his muscled stomach, avoiding any bruises or cuts. Extra pillows from the bed were gathered and a few were crunched in half before she carefully lifted his cast and placed them beneath.
“You cleaned the house. Fresh fruit on the table,” he said, mumbling. His eyes remained closed and he looked very serene. She smiled because he didn’t really sound disgruntled or upset that
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