Page 48 of A Little Harmless Pleasure

He released her with a grunt. Cynthia threaded her fingers with his and led him into the house. Gladly, he followed her, wanting nothing more than to fall into her arms and into bed.

They dined on the lanai, watching the sun set on the horizon. He didn’t often get dinner at home, only one or two times a week. Owning a restaurant made it hard to break away, so he truly treasured these times. The light supper of Caesar salad topped with grilled salmon was just the right thing. As they chatted about mundane things—her day, his, the new recipe she found—a rightness warmed his heart. Chris wanted to demand that she accept him, and the kind of relationship he wanted for the two of them. That she see how perfect this was—and could be. But he kept those things locked inside of him, waiting for the cue from her that she was ready.

The easygoing feeling of the evening drifted away as they finished the dishes, and she led him to the bedroom. Tension crackled between them. His blood hummed through his veins, his hunger for her growing with each step.

They entered the bedroom where she had set the stage for their evening of pleasure. Cynthia had taken time to place candles around the room, beside the bed, on his dresser, in various places. She released his hand and picked up a lighter.

With careful movements, she went from candle to candle, lighting each. There was no sound but the rustle of her clothing and his breathing. Anticipation had his pulse escalating, but he waited. He understood they were taking another step in their relationship. On every level—sexual and emotional—she’d methodically taken more power. It was her decision on what came next.

She turned to face him, her features cast in the wavering shadows produced by the candlelight. Her gaze raked over him as she sank onto a bench he had placed beneath the window.

Her lips curved when she asked, “Is there a reason why you’re still clothed?”

Chapter Twelve

Cynthia drew in a deep breath as she watched Chris. No matter how many times she’d seen him without clothes, it still made her heart skip the moment she was granted the privilege. Cream coated her pussy lips, and the pressure between her legs intensified. She’d been thinking about this all day, planning this for most of a week, and now that it was actually happening, she’d be amazed if she could contain her eagerness.

The need to assert more control had built over the last few weeks, with each day, each time they made love. The research she’d done had given her confidence to attempt this action. A big step, yes, but one of many she had left to take.

Even so, her palms dampened, a slight chill slinked down her spine.

She was nervous, of course she was. Who the hell wouldn’t be nervous about telling a six-foot god of a man to strip for her pleasure? Although, at the moment, she was losing a bit of the conviction she had gained. Trepidation snuck into her mind. She shook it away, ignoring any of the negative thoughts that might pop up. This next step was natural and exactly what both of them needed.

He pulled the black cotton shirt out of his pants, then slid each button free. As soon as he’d undone the last one, he slipped it off. Knowing the game, he folded the shirt and put it on the occasional chair that sat next to the door. His hands trembled as they went to the waist of his pants. It was hard not to notice that, or the long, hard ridge of his erection easily seen against the soft fabric of his trousers. Seeing his excitement spurred her own, but she tried her best to mask it. It took him two attempts to unfasten the button at the top, then unzip his pants. To her disappointment, red cotton instead of skin appeared behind the zipper. The knit boxers were a favorite of hers, but she’d hoped for nothing. The snug fit afforded her a wonderful view of his cock. As he turned to place his pants with his shirt on the chair, she couldn’t stop herself from leaning to the side to get a better view of his rounded ass.

When he straightened again, his lips quirked.

“Something you find amusing?” she asked, proud that she’d kept her voice so cool while her body almost went up in flames.

“No. It pleases me to please you.”

Without any other explanation, he slipped his fingers beneath the band of his shorts and tugged them down. The motion of removing them didn’t allow for her to see his shaft. He didn’t rush. With slow, measured movements, he skimmed the fabric down his legs. He took his time, drawing out his action, heightening their excitement. When he’d placed them with the rest of his clothes, he turned to her. His erect penis curved up to his belly.

“Spread your legs.”

He obeyed and she stifled a moan. Her greedy gaze roamed over him, zeroing in on his cleanly shaved testicles. Every drop of moisture in her mouth evaporated as she fought the urge to place her lips there. To nip with her teeth and pull the sensitive skin into her mouth to suckle.

All in good time, Cynthia.

She rose to her feet. Her juices had flowed so freely, the tops of her thighs were wet. With each step she took, she reached a new level of tension. The friction caused her to wince. As she approached him, his nostrils flared as if trying to scent her. Her nipples tightened in reaction. The action spoke of a basic need, primal desire.

She stepped behind him. With a featherlight touch, she skimmed her fingers over his ass, enjoying the way it clenched in reaction. Dipping one finger in the crevice between his cheeks, she smiled when he shifted his weight from foot to foot. She bent forward, placing her open mouth on his shoulder blade, and slipped her hand down to caress his sac. A surprised indrawn breath told her he hadn’t expected that. She continued to move her mouth down his back as she massaged his testicles. His flesh was dewy with perspiration, the sweet, salty taste of it filling her senses.

She dropped to her knees, replacing her fingers with her mouth, and taking his cock in her hand. As she sucked and licked him, Cynthia caressed his sex. Each time her hand stroked up, she rubbed her thumb over the tip. His breathing increased as he muttered. She increased her rhythm, driving him to the brink. Another drop of precum wet her fingers, and just as she sensed he was ready to let loose, she pulled away. Aggravation filled his groan.

“I didn’t say you could come yet, Chris.”

Knowing anticipation made the release she would give him even sweeter, she stood and walked around his body, tracing her fingers over his flesh. When she stepped in front of him, she stood so close she brushed his erection.

Reaching out with her finger, she circled the top of his cockhead, smiling when it twitched. She tilted her head back, nipping at his chin. “Now. You’ve been pretty good.” Wrapping her hand around his cock, she pumped it twice. “I think you deserve a bit of a reward. One that I’ll enjoy.”

She lowered herself to her knees in front of him. “I’m going to suck you until you come.”

He looked down on her, his defiance easy to see in his features and glittering in his eyes. He enjoyed the act, actually loved getting head. But Cynthia knew he wanted to hold out his enjoyment as long as possible.

“No. You will do this because I want to give it to you.” She pronounced each word precisely as excitement gripped her chest. Her nipples beaded further, almost painful now. Her cunt pulsed at the thought of her plans, of controlling him until his orgasm.

Without another word, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth. As she worked him in and out, her hand followed along. She stroked his balls, squeezing them, then raked her nails over them.

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