Page 27 of Tempt Me

He rubbed his palm over my pussy, then returned to the tapping.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

With a light twist of his fingers, he tweaked my clit, thentap, tap, tap.

I parted my legs and raised my hips, begging him to finger me, but he continued with the tapping. Continued with the sucking. I wriggled beneath him, then grabbed his hand and shoved it between my legs. “Now,” I begged.

Henry answered my cry and shoved his fingers into me. My orgasm was instant, driving great waves of unparalleled pleasure through me. Over and over, hot juices spilled from my body. I clutched the sides of the table, raised my hips, and begged him to keep going.

He did, and I experienced the best fucking multiple orgasm ever.

I hit sensation overload and snapped my knees shut, trapping his hand in me so I could ride out the new phenomenon that rendered me useless. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. It was exquisite and special and amazing. I wanted it to last forever.

It was a long moment until I was able to focus again, and when I did, it was as if my body had completely liquefied.

A blanket of utter satisfaction smothered me. It was glorious, and with the glow of the moon, the tickling breeze, and the suave, sexy man at my side, I could have enjoyed this all night.

I rolled my head to my side and gazed at my teacher. Henry had a dark stain on his pants, and a light sheen covered his upper body. The moonlight carved out each defined muscle in his torso, highlighting his obvious fitness.

Henry was the picture of a satisfied man.

“Thank you,” I said as I pushed to sit up.

“And thank you.”

With the towel between my legs, I slipped off the table, and when Henry went inside his room, I used the solitude to discreetly wipe myself.

Sex had become a very messy business.

He returned wearing a fresh pair of pants and running his hand through his thick hair.

“Henry,” I said. “Why didn’t you let me undress you?”

A small smile curled at his lips. “Because I don’t want this to be over.”

I frowned at him, confused.

“I have a lot more to teach you, Jane.”

My small smile grew to massive, and I nodded. “I look forward to it.”

Now that the inferno heating up my insides had subsided, the cool breeze created goosebumps that shivered across my skin. I found my clothing, and with Henry watching me, I redressed.

As I readied to leave, he came to my side. “You don’t need Memphis, Jane.”

I debated that comment in my mind until I finally had a response. “Without Memphis, I would never have met you.”

A beautiful smile lit up his face. I’d just made him a very happy man, and that made me happy, too. His dark irises dazzled, and the lines around his eyes and mouth deepened. He nodded. “I like her then.”

I kissed his cheek and headed for the door.

“Jane,” he said as I pulled down on the handle. “I’ll be back.”

I looked at him over my shoulder. “I’ll be waiting.”

My wobbly legs were driven by the air of satisfaction coursing through my veins, and I somehow managed to walk to my room.

After a long, hot shower, I wrapped a towel around myself, and with every muscle in my body unraveling, I crossed the room to my bed. I sat on the bed with my knees up, reached for my diary, and turned to the 22nd of April. At the top, I wroteMr. Henry Addison, Room 47 – Foreplay by the Full Moon.

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