Page 26 of Tempt Me

He was gentle and excruciatingly slow, and I wanted him to touch me lower. I bent my knees, silently begging him to tear my panties from my body and thrum my clit like he did last time, but he was a wonderful teaser instead. My breathing became deep and loud as we writhed together in a sensual dance that made me shudder all over.

My eyes shot open as I realized I’d just had an orgasm that rocked me from out of nowhere. I turned to him, open-mouthed.

“Shhh,” he said knowingly.

“How did you--”

He touched his finger to my lips, and I hushed.

“Would you like to lie down?”

With the way I was feeling right now, I would’ve cartwheeled the length of the Gold Coast naked if he’d asked me. Henry was a master magician.

I nodded, and Henry raised my hand to his lips and kissed my palm.

“Wait right here.” He placed the strawberries and cream on a seat, then whipped a towel from the deck chair at the side of the balcony and spread it out over the table.

He turned to me and hooked his thumbs into my panties. “May I?”

Hell yes.I wanted to scream my approval from this eighth-floor balcony. I wanted the whole world to know that I’d just had a fucking incredible orgasm. And I wanted to do it all over again.

Henry could do whatever he wanted to me.

He slid my panties down my legs, and at my pussy, he sniffed loud and deep and then blew his hot breath over my clit. Henry did it again, inhaled in through his nose, and blew a long, hot breath over my throbbing bud. As I ran my nails up his bare back and spread my legs, Henry repeated his sexy breathing technique.

God damn, sex with an older man is a glorious thing.

When my panties fell to my ankles, I stepped out of them, and Henry stood, brought the blue lace to his nose, and inhaled again. “Yum,” he said before he tossed them inside through the open glass doors.

He turned his attention back to me, put his hands on my hips, and lifted me onto the table with ease. The bulge in his pants was unmistakable, and I felt sorry for him. Twice now, Henry had remained dressed from the waist down while I, on the other hand, was completely naked.

“Do you . . .”

“Shhh.” He reached for my breasts, curled his fingers beneath them, and took their weight into his hands. His eyes glazed with the movement, and to my relief, I realized he was enjoying this as much as I was. That was the acknowledgment I needed to completely let go.

“Lie back,” he said, and I eased back onto the towel and closed my eyes. “That’s it; keep your eyes closed.”

The breeze tantalized my skin until my already rock-hard nipples peaked even more, begging to be touched. I arched my back and breathed in deeply as I waited to learn whatever glorious technique Henry was about to teach me.

He brushed my lips and trying not to open my eyes, I swept my tongue across my lips, tasting cream, and I bit down on a juicy strawberry. As I chewed on the delicious fruit, a new sensation made me arch my back again. Henry touched the other half of the strawberry to my nipple. I couldn’t hold back and opened my eyes.

Henry was at my side, using the strawberry as his brush and my body as his canvas.

He bent forward and sucked the cream from my breast, drawing out my nipple until it snapped from his tongue, and I gasped.

“Shhh,” he said, grinning.

“I can’t.” He was being completely unreasonable if he thought I could be quiet while my body was receiving this much action.

He dipped the strawberry in the cream again and held it toward my mouth. “Yes, you can.” Henry teased me with the juicy fruit before I bit it in half with one aggressive bite.

The moon was a magical orb high over the balcony, providing enough light to see my sex guru. His squared-out jaw and intense eyes were the picture of eternal concentration as he drew out my pleasure.

As I savored the delicious berry, all my other senses hit sensation overload. Fingers of cool breeze danced over my skin as Henry dabbed the strawberry from my left breast to the right and then licked the cream off with a mixture of delicate tongue lashings and intense sucking.

I writhed beneath his touch, and just when I thought I couldn’t handle it anymore, his hand glided between my legs, and his finger tapped my clit. My eyes shot open as shudders of exquisite pleasure rolled from deep inside me all the way up to my bulging nipples.

Henry sucked my breast and continued to tap my clit.Tap. Tap. Tap.

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