Page 11 of Friends with Benefits (Club Risqué)

Taryn sucked in a breath and licked her lips at the sight of his tanned skin and sleekly muscled chest with its sparse dusting of dark hair that arrowed down a narrow, delicious path into the waistband of his trousers.

She couldn't help but reach out and touch all of that deliciously taut skin, feathering her fingers across his pecs and over the small brown discs of his nipples.

The movement spurred Christian into action, and brushing the fabric of her dress and bra off of her narrow shoulders, he bared her to the waist, coaxing Taryn to lift her hips so he could divest her of the remainder of her clothing.

From the way he sucked in his breath, she imagined that he probably hadn't been expecting the stockings and garters she was wearing with the tiniest excuse for a thong.

It was deliberate, of course.

Oh, not for Christian, exactly, or even this scenario.

She hadn't had any expectations that this evening would end any differently from the dozens of others they’d spent together.

The sexy underwear was purely for herself. Being so tiny and dainty, Taryn liked to remind herself there was a fully-grown woman inside her diminutive shell.

She wasn't sure Christian needed that reminder, but if he was in any doubt, the underwear surely wiped it clean from his mind.

A tiny smile graced Taryn's lips as she noticed Christian swallow convulsively before reaching out a shaking hand to brush his fingers across her abdomen, around the swell of her hip and down the centre of her thigh, following the strap of her garter with just a single finger until he could trace the edges of her cream silk stockings.

Surprising her, he kept on going, spreading his palm across her calf in a sensual journey to her ankle until he finally lifted her foot and gently pulled off her shoe.

He did the same with the other, then swiftly shucked his own trousers before following the same trail back up her body on the other side.

Taryn wanted to look at him more fully, but he left his boxers on. She could see them straining to contain the rigid length of his erection, though, and her fingers itched to explore.

She just wasn't quite brave enough, or experienced enough, to do it.

When he reached the apex of her thighs once again, he carefully hooked his fingers into the strings of her thong and reverently drew them down her legs, his eyes zeroing in on the pale, trimmed triangle of curls between her legs.

Leaving the stockings and garters in place, he hooked her legs over his shoulders and swooped down to devour her most sensitive place.

Taryn couldn't help the gasp and the moan that were wrenched from her throat. Every other thought in her head was erased at the feel of his tongue as it licked at the sensitive skin of her inner labia.

He continued his sensual foray, rubbing over her rapidly hardening clit, before he took it right into his mouth and sucked on the little nub until Taryn thought she might actually explode.

Something was building inside of her that she’d never experienced before.

It wasn't like she’d never had an orgasm by her own hand, but this was entirely different. Every sensation seemed heightened and magnified, drawing and tugging at responses buried deep inside her, as if Christian had plumbed some hidden well of intensity.

Panting moans slipped from her lips with every suckle of his mouth around her most tender flesh, and yet she was oblivious of everything except the sublime sensations he was drawing from her body.

When he circled her folds with one warm finger, gathering her dew to lubricate his passage before he slipped the digit inside, Taryn almost bucked off the bed.

"Easy, sweetheart." He whispered his encouragement before inserting the digit further inside her untried channel.

"Jesus Christ, you're so tight," he groaned, his breath hot against the sensitive skin of her labia as he pulled out, then penetrated her again.

Taryn felt lightheaded. Her breath was coming in such short pants, she didn't think she was getting quite enough air.

Right now, though, she didn't even care as long as Christian didn't stop the incredible things he was doing to her body.

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Easing his way as her body accepted him, Christian slipped a second finger into Taryn’s tight sheath and suckled on her clit at the same time.

As her body increased its lubrication, he scissored his fingers and proceeded to stretch her channel ready for his cock.

For the briefest of moments, he wondered if they would fit. She was so damn tiny and he…wasn't.

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