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arm over her head and reached out to him with the other.
 You re not so bad yourself, she murmured.  Now come
and show me what a man like you does to a sexy woman.
 Gladly, he said without hesitation before returning to
her.
As he stretched out alongside her again, he took her
bare breast in his hand, covering the tender mound with
sure fingers, squeezing it, palming it, fingering it, before
raking his thumb over the stiffened nipple. And then his
mouth was where his hand had been, wet and greedy and
deliberate, soaking her warm flesh as he tried to suck as
much of her into his mouth as he could.
Becca gasped, but her breath got stuck in her throat
when he moved his other hand between her legs, pressing
his three middle fingers over the silk of her panties, wet
now with her body s response to him. She opened her legs
wider, and Turner spread his fingers wide, too, moving
them in slow circles over her sensitive flesh to pleasure her
even more. Never had she felt more reckless, more
ravenous, more aroused than she did in that moment. Her
breathing had become shallow to the point of making her
dizzy, and her thoughts were chaotic and indistinct. All she
registered were the dual sensations of Turner s mouth
consuming her breast and his diligent fingers wreaking
havoc between her legs.
More, she thought again. She needed more of him.
She needed all of him.
Impulsively, she reached for the waistband of her
panties, then lifted her hips from the mattress and shoved
the garment down. Once Turner understood what she
wanted, he helped her in her efforts, until her panties had
joined her dress on the floor. Becca reached for one of her
garters, intending to remove that and her stockings, too, but
Turner covered her hand with his and halted her efforts.
When she glanced up in curiosity, he was smiling.
 Don t, he told her.  Leave them on. The shoes, too.
It ll be incredibly erotic.
She arched her eyebrows in surprise.
 That first time in your cubicle, he said, his voice
hoarse and breathless,  when you climbed into my lap and
your was skirt hiked up and I saw what you were wearing& 
He closed his eyes for a moment, as if remembering.  I
couldn t believe you d been wearing stuff like that and I
never knew it. He grinned wickedly.  Turn over a minute,
he told her.
 Why?
 I want to see what they look like from the back, he
said.
Oh, boy&
 Come on, Becca, he cajoled.  Just show me.
She felt herself grow warmer and damper just hearing
the timbre of his voice as he spoke the request. She sat up
on the bed, then turned around and rose up on her knees to
give him a full view of her from behind. She d heard, of
course, that men found garter belts on women to be very
sexy. But surprisingly, although she d always liked wearing
such undergarments herself, Becca had never made love in
them. They d always come off with the rest of her clothes.
No man had ever asked her to leave them on. And the fact
that Turner did now&
Well. She found it to be very sexy, too.
He must have liked what he saw, because she heard a
sound, low and feral, from behind her. When she turned to
look over her shoulder, she saw that he was staring at her
ass. Feeling playful or something Becca bent forward
until her hands were flat against the mattress. She was
about to say something something flip and flirtatious that
would make them both laugh but before she could get the
words out, Turner had a hand on each buttock, and he was
bending forward, too, pressing his mouth to one sensitive
cheek.
The sensation was quite exquisite.
So exquisite, in fact, that Becca pretty much forgot
what she had intended to say. Especially when Turner
dipped a hand between her legs again and slipped one
long finger into her slick, heated channel.
 Oh, she cried out at the deep penetration.  Oh,
Turner. Oh. Oh, that s so 
Her words halted there, however, because he brought
another finger into the action, and nipped her fanny lightly
with his teeth as he drove into her. He kept tasting her as
he continued to penetrate her, his fingers moving slowly at
first, then quickening, until she was right at the edge of an
orgasm. But he seemed to sense her nearness and pulled
back again, just when she would have lost herself to the
ecstasy.
The big brute.
When she turned around to call him that, she saw him
smiling, and realized he had left her that way on purpose
because he wasn t finished with her yet. Pouting in
frustration, she lay on her back once more. But as Turner
gazed down at her, she saw the fire burning in his eyes and
realized he was even further gone than she was.
 Don t worry, he told her.  We re not even close to
being finished. Right now, I just want to look at you. All of
you. And then I want to touch you. All of you. And then I want
to taste you, and smell you, and listen to every little sound
you make while I do all the things to you that I want to do to
you.
 Oh, Turner&  She was close to climaxing, just
listening to his roughly uttered promises. Somehow, though,
she found the strength to ask him,  And what are all the
things you want to do to me?
Slowly, he lay down beside her again. He curled his
fingers over one bare shoulder, then skimmed his hand
downward, over one breast.  I want to suck you here, he
said, circling his thumb over her nipple. Then he moved his
hand lower, over her flat belly.  And I want to suck you here.
He moved his hand lower still, into her tawny curls.  And I
want to finger you here. He brushed a fingertip lower still,
over her tender clitoris, but only long enough to rouse a hiss
of wanting from her.  And I want to lick you here. A shudder
of heat racked her as he completed his to-do list, and she
wished he would hurry up and get to it.
 And then, he said softly,  I want to bury my cock
inside you, and I want to watch you come apart at the
seams.
Oh, dear&
He rolled over on top of her, settling himself between
her legs, and she groaned in frustration that he was still
dressed or at least halfway. She flattened her palms
against his hard chest, loving his strength and the density of
each elegant muscle she encountered. Her fingertips
skimmed over ridges and sinew, tripped along ribs, dipped
into the hollow at the base of his throat. Turner closed his [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]