Page 48 of Protecting Hailey

I would have laughed if her words hadn’t given away her fantasies. “You’ve pictured me naked?” I asked.

She shook her head. “Just your chest. I can’t imagine how wrong I would’ve been about the rest.”

I groaned. “Sweetheart, I hope you’ll find out.”

She kissed me, and my dick begged for her touch. I gathered her shirt in my fist and pulled it off. She wore a black lace bra and her breasts spilled through the sheer cups. My hands itched to hold the soft mounds and I couldn’t resist her any longer. Tentatively, as though she were made of sugar, I caressed the flesh above the fabric, dipping my finger between her cleavage. “I want to put my dick there,” I admitted.

She bit her lip, and I settled for my tongue. She was so sexy and sure when she danced, but she held back right now and I’d be damned before I would scare her off.

She inhaled sharply when my tongue flicked the skin between her breasts. I pressed my lips to the smooth mounds, one breast first and then the other. I could kiss her here for hours if she would let me. But she grasped the back of my head and pulled on my hair. I smiled and nuzzled her nipple, pulling the lace away with my teeth.

“Yes,” she whispered and pressed my head tighter to her chest. She responded to the simplest touch. I couldn’t wait to find out how she would look coming apart in my arms.

Unhooking her bra, it fell between our chests and the light touch sent shivers along my arms. I flicked her nipple with my tongue and the soft flesh hardened to a rigid peak. I suckled and lapped around it and she groaned loudly. The sound vibrated down my body, stiffening my groin.

When her leg shook, my heart stopped. Was she close to orgasm? Every past experience told me that I’d hardly touched her and yet, I couldn’t deny her body’s reaction, or the tension in her muscles.

Gently, I laid her down on the couch and unbuttoned her jeans. Her body relaxed slightly, but she clutched my arms, as though desperate to keep me where I was.

Gladly, I returned to suckling her breasts, but my hand needed to investigate. Slipping my fingers beneath her panties, I sucked in a breath when I found her wet, and her tiny nub rigid.

She groaned and arched her hips. While I knew I could bring her pleasure with manual stimulation, another thought occurred to me.

I wanted her to come without me touching her there at all. I brought my hand up and pressed my fingers to her lips. “Suck.”

Her eyes rounded, but then she took my middle finger into her mouth. Heat engulfed my flesh, and her tongue circled my tip. My greedy dick demanded attention, but I ignored it. This was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced, and I still had pants on.

While she sucked on my finger, I kissed my way back down her chest. I filled my mouth with as much of her flesh as possible, and she moaned loudly. My finger vibrated, and the sensation rocked through my body.

I moved to the other side and sucked hard on the nipple this time. “Ah,” she shouted, but her body relaxed underneath me. She hadn’t come.

Not yet.

I licked my finger slowly, wetting it enough to stimulate her nipple. The wetness would leave a cool sensation on her sensitive peak. I swiped my thumb across the nub slowly at first, and when her breathing increased, I rubbed faster and harder.

My finger slid from her mouth. “Oh, yes. Yes,” she panted. I clutched her neck and rubbed one nipple while sucking on the other at the same time.

Again, and again, and again.

Her body trembled and shook, and she stiffened beneath me. “Oh, god,” she cried, and I rejoiced at the sound of her scream as she came harder than I could have ever imagined.

I nearly embarrassed myself by coming like a schoolboy in my pants.

“Oh god. I can’t believe… I can’t believe that just happened.”

I growled deep in my throat. A primal growl of satisfaction. I kissed her and tasted her mouth, grappling with her tongue. She took it, unable to move a muscle.

I sat back and watched her flushed face. It glowed from her orgasm and she pushed her hair back. “That was… I don’t know what to say. I’ve never come like that before. I’m now wondering if I ever even orgasmed like that on my own.”

Her praise did wonders for my ego, but little for the painful bulge in my pants.

I fisted my jeans and fought back my urge to push myself inside of her. We hadn’t talked about birth control and I didn’t bring anything with me. The idea of making love to my client was the furthest thing from my mind when on assignment.

Mind you, most of my clients have been middle-aged men, but still.

Her drowsy eyes met mine, and she smiled. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” I growled through gritted teeth.

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