Page 45 of Tame Me

The very thought of going all the way with Henry had my insides purring.

He handed me a glass full of lovely bubbles that drifted elegantly to the surface. We chinked our glasses together. “Cheers,” we said in unison.

“Would you like something to eat?”

I eyed his assortment of cheeses, nuts, crackers, and dried fruit. “Of course.”

“That’s what I love about you, Jane.”

“My enormous appetite?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Your zest for life.”

“Oh.” Henry was a huge contributor to my zest for life, and before I jumped onto his lap and ruined the lust-fueled-anticipation thing he was so good at, I turned my attention to the food. “What type of cheese is this?”

“A long time ago, I learned a rhyme for making up a cheeseboard. Something old, something new, something goat, and something blue. By doing that, I cover most people’s tastes. So that one is my something old; it’s Gouda. Try it with either the pear or the quince paste.”

I cut a slice of the cheese, topped it with a sliver of pear, and popped it in my mouth. It was a delicious combination of savory and sweet. I covered my mouth as I chewed. “Oh, yum. That’s good.”

He sliced into another cheese, and when his knife came away, I noted blue veins running through the creamy white center of the cheese.

“What’s that one?”

“It’s a blue Castello. Here, try it.” He topped it with a sliver of fig, placed it on a cracker, and held it toward me.

I opened my mouth, and he popped it onto my tongue. With his lovely pale blue eyes watching me, I savored the delicious bite. “Oh, yum. That’s really good.”

“So many people don’t eat blue cheese, but it’s worth experimenting with.”

“Just like sex.” I gave him a cheeky smile, and he grinned at me.

“Yes.” He raised his eyebrows. “Just like sex.”

The dazzle in his eyes was spectacular.

I gulped my drink, set my glass down, stood, and went to him.

“What are you doing, madam?” He chuckled as I raised my skirt to straddle him.

“Seducing you.” I lowered my lips to his, cutting off his wonderful laughter. Our kiss was heated, passionate, and I glided my hips over his. I opened my mouth, inviting him to explore, and his tongue danced a delightful duo with mine.

His warm hands cruised up and down my back, and I moaned as his warm fingers touched my bare flesh.

I curled my hand around his neck, drawing him closer. Henry glided his finger beneath the straps at my shoulders, and I sat up as he lowered them down my arms. It was an extraordinary feeling being topless before a gorgeous man like Henry. I curled my arms out of the straps, and Henry cupped my breasts. His hands were warm, soft, and eager as they curled under and over my mounds.

A delightful shudder rolled through me, culminating in my nipples peaking. They grew into hard, throbbing pebbles in a matter of seconds. Henry pinched my nipples between his thumbs and fingers, rolling them with just the right amount of pleasure to send flutters through my body.

I raised my hips off him a fraction so I could grind my pussy over the bulge growing in his groin.

Leaning forward, I placed my hands on the back of his chair to sway my boobs before his face. His hot tongue lavished me from my left breast to my right. His hand curled down my waist and fed into the split in my skirt, and my insides set to explode as I waited for the moment when he realized I was wearing no underpants.

He took his time, sucking my right nipple, caressing my left boob, and gliding his hand up and down my thigh. Each time his hand came closer and closer to my pussy, I groaned. The anticipation was a thrilling aphrodisiac.

He touched my pussy, and when he gasped, I sat back, grinning.

His smile was extraordinary, and as I licked my lips, I wriggled my eyebrows.

“You’re a bit cheeky.”

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