–’ he fondles my derrière with a low growl ‘– before we attend to these.’ His hands furl around my breasts, squeezing my nipples between his fingers and thumbs and pulling gently. His gaze darkens as he sees me wince, partly in fun, because the flare of heat that surges through my belly warns me I’m already fiercely aroused, and likely to grow a lot hotter before he’s finished – and partly on purpose, to make me react.
‘Know what? I think we’ll try something new. But you’ve got to keep very quiet and very still while we do it. How about it?’
Now what? His dark look gives me no clues. His roving hand, lingering on my tender places, lightly touching my stiffening nipples, and making its way slowly down to my clenched apex, is doing all the talking. What it’s telling me is that this will be exciting, thrilling and possibly painful.
‘What are you going to do?’ Heat flares as I lean into his touch, firmer now, his fingers forcing their way between my tightly clenched, quivering thighs and flexing me open. The warm spray quickly follows, the stream teasing my soft crevices while his fingers slip into me, slippery with gel, the scent working my senses like wine.
As he reaches my money-spot his lips find mine and our mouths blend in a light, delicate contact of lips and tongue-tips that tingles all through me as he starts deliberately to tease me to satisfaction, pressing and circling without mercy, his cruel grin warning me that modesty is off the table and flinching away forbidden.
‘I’m not washing you until you come.’ His low murmur echoes around me and all at once power crackles between us. ‘And then we’ll have to do it all over again, lower down. A little more thoroughly.’
‘You’ll get wet,’ I whisper.
He eyes me sternly. ‘Will I? In that case you’ll get punished.’
Yikes. My eyes widen. ‘That’s unfair. I want to put my arms round your neck. I want to feel you … dammit, Darnley. You know what I want.’
He smiles again, his hand working harder, his lips still touching mine in soft, tiny brushes. ‘I do know. I know all about what you want to do. Put your hands behind your back. Keep your eyes fixed on mine.’
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