Page 46 of Tame Me

“I know.” I grinned and curled my hips again, letting him know I felt his hard-on.

“Are you ready for your lesson?”

“Of course.”

“Then you’ll have to hop off me.”

As I raised my leg over him to stand, I made sure he had a view of my nakedness. A raw lust shimmered in his eyes. The pale blue pools were an intriguing cocktail of all things pure and wicked, and confirmed he had indeed sneaked a peek.

He stood and shortened the distance between us, bathing me in his body heat.

I reached forward to undo the buttons on his vest. “I must say, you look very dashing tonight.”

“I had a hot date.”

“Hot indeed.”

He allowed me to undress him. First his vest, then his shirt. I took my time, enjoying both the big reveal and the desire in his eyes. Henry had mastered the art of body language, and if I was reading him right, he was just as eager as I was for us to be naked together.

I peeled his shirt and vest off his shoulders and tossed them onto the deckchair at our side. He stepped closer, pressing my breasts to his bare chest and curling his hands around my back, drawing our hips together. He was a fraction taller than me, even with my high heels on, and I tilted my face up to him, parted my lips, and silently begged him to kiss me.

I closed my eyes, and barely a breath later, our lips met. As I glided my hands around his back, exploring his flesh, our tongues danced. His hands curled up and down my back, and as he pulled me closer, we united together in a wild passion that begged us to explore each other’s flesh.

His hands fell to my hips, and he tugged the fabric of my skirt upward. Our kiss released. “May I?”

“Yes.” My voice was barely a whisper.

I raised my hands, and he lifted my dress over my head, and soon I wore nothing but my high heels.

His chest rose and fell as he ran his eyes over me. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

I tugged my bottom lip into my mouth. The bulge at his groin was enormous, begging to be released, and I stepped forward, pushed my fingers into the waistband of his pants, and looked up at him. “May I?”

“Yes.”

His willingness to let me undress him was delightfully different, and before he changed his mind, I fumbled with his belt and had his pants around his ankles in a flash. I showed none of the finesse he had and continued my mission by pulling his underpants down, too.

His stiff cock bounced forward, begging me to touch his hard-on, so I went to him and wrapped my hand around his glorious shaft, and as Henry glided his fingers around my neck, he pulled my lips to his.

Our tongues explored, our hands groped, our moans elevated to fever pitch, and his hard cock grew thicker and longer in my hand.

His fingers curved down my waist, over my hips, and I bent my knees as he inched between my thighs. He turned me sideways so I had one foot between his parted legs, and his finger slipped into my throbbing pussy. He started with one finger, then joined it with another, and as I bent my knees, opening myself up, he drove his fingers in and out in a way that rubbed my pulsing clit, too.

It was impossible to keep my eyes open, and as I closed them, I let my body take over. Electric pulses flashed through me as I clawed his back. Our kiss intensified, and as our tongues fought to please each other, our hands did the same. I pumped his cock faster, drawing my hand along his length in a wild frenzy, its magnificence deserved.

Suddenly, he stepped back, his jaw clenched, his eyes closed. His breath hissed through his teeth, and I knew he was fighting his climax. Knowing I’d brought him to that delicious point was thrilling, yet I waited for his next move.

He trembled all over, and it was a few heartbeats before he opened his eyes, and his focus found me. A breath tumbled from his throat. “You drive me wild.”

I curled my bottom lip into my mouth and slowly released it. “Yay.”

He rolled his eyes as he smiled. “May I ask you to lie down please?” He indicated to the deck chair, and I obeyed his wishes. He stepped around behind my head, and I was unable to see him.

As I wondered what he was up to, a lovely shudder rolled through me, drawing goose pimples over my body and hardening my nipples even further.

When he came back into view, he had a length of fabric that he trailed across his fingers. He sat at my side, and I wiggled over, giving him room.

He cupped my breast, leaned forward, and ran his hot tongue over my nipple. “Have you ever been tied up before?”

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