...He slid a finger down her fabric-covered arm. “Silk. Looks good on you.”
“Thank you.” She put the coffeepot under the automatic drip and sat on the bed, patting the spot next to her. “I saved you a place,” she said, grinning.
“I see that.” His thigh muscles bunched as he knelt on the bed.
“You seem distracted—or nervous. I don’t make you nervous, do I?’
“Maybe I’m anxious.”
“Well, I hate to keep a man waiting…” Her hand brushed his bicep and shoulder, then pushed him onto his back. She straddled his hips, unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled it from him in a single, elegant motion. She flung it on the sofa, then started on his belt and zipper.
He watched her greedy hands make quick work of his clothes. She looked her fill, moistened her lips with that pretty pink tongue, and he imagined all the other things that sexy tongue of hers could do, places it could roam, and fought to stifle a groan.
Her nails teased his flat nipples, tormenting them into tight peaks. A sorceress bent on his surrender, she traced a path down his tight abdomen. When her small fist encircled his ridged cock, he broke out in a sweat, fighting the pleasure, prolonging the agony. What kind of game was she playing?
“I’m going to make you feel so good, Peter.” She scooted down, trapping his thighs tight between her own. Her strength surprised him. She cupped his balls with her other hand, teased him with her nails again until he thought he’d explode.
He leaned up on his elbows, watched her trail a path of liquid fire from the base of his shaft to the crowned head with her flicking tongue. The air in his lungs burned as he arched his hips. She lifted her head a little and began to hum against his swollen cock.
The melody pulled at his senses. Strange, almost alien thoughts spun through his brain. He belonged to her…she was his goddess to adore. And he could not lie to her. Must tell her everything…anything she wanted. Part of him wanted to give in to the seductive song, to submit and allow her complete control. But he knew if he lost himself now, he’d never find the way back. The vibration of her song against his turgid flesh changed, became more demanding, her fingers so soft, yet tight.
No! He fought the raging need to obey the strange, drug-like effect. His dick pulsed—wanted so bad to come against those tormenting lips. She nipped the thick vein on the underside of his cock, and then laved it with her tongue to intensify the pleasure-pain. He gritted his teeth, and pushed her away. Unbalanced, she tipped sideways, her eyes wide with shock. Had every man she met groveled at her feet? About time then for her to experience something new.
He knelt on the bed, changed from supplicant to dominant, and untied her silk robe. It slithered off her shoulders. He scooped her into his arms and deposited her closer to the headboard.
God, she looked so adorable and sexy, that stunned, near comical look still on her face. He grabbed the silk tie, cinched it around her wrists, and tied them to the slats of the headboard. Then, he leaned back on his heels, knees bent, his eyes devouring the feast set before him.
“If I’m going to die for my sins, then we’re doing this my way. I want you under me. I’m going to take you slow and hard and deep...”