Page 39 of A Little Harmless Pleasure

“Why don’t you tell me what you want now?”

She moved her hands to the hem of her shirt and tugged. He stopped her by placing his hands on hers, then turned her to face him. Surprise mixed with passion darkened her eyes.

“You let me do that. I’m the one here to serve, to make you happy.”

The pulse in her neck jumped. “Yes.” Barely a whisper, the husky sound of her voice washed over him.

As he reached for her, he realized his hands were shaking. It was amazing, considering his state of arousal, that he wasn’t rolling around on the floor, babbling in tongues.

Slowly, inch by inch, he raised her shirt up over her torso until he finally revealed her bra. By the time he’d relieved her of the shirt, his heart was beating so hard, he was amazed he didn’t pass out. He tossed her shirt behind him. Her bra was a far cry from the plain one she’d worn before. There was no fancy lace or designs, but the color grabbed his attention—fire-engine red, with one of those front hooks. Her ivory skin seemed almost translucent against the vivid color. Curling his fingers into his palms, he fought the urge to brush the backs of them over the swell of her breasts. The memory of circling his tongue around each nipple, remembering how her skin tasted…

Biting down on his frustration, he pushed himself to concentrate on Cynthia. Without taking his gaze off her, he asked, “What now? What would you like now?”

“My pants.”

He was satisfied that her voice wasn’t much steadier than his. He still couldn’t look up. If her eyes reflected a smidgen of the lust he heard, he’d lose all rational thought. He’d strip her naked and slip his cock into her pussy before he had a chance to control himself.

After unsnapping her pants, he unzipped them, allowing the backs of his fingers to trail down her abdomen. The muscles quivered beneath his touch. He removed her pants, slowly sliding them down her legs. When he first saw the little matching panties, he about died. They barely covered her, and the sheer lace revealed more than it concealed. He could see right through them. The one thing he didn’t see was hair.

As he stood, his cock brushed against her stomach. His balls twisted, his heart pounded, and he was thankful that she wasn’t in the role of a true Domme. He was sure he’d embarrass himself if she were really in control.

Licking his lips, he asked, “What would you like now?”

She didn’t say anything, but she captured his gaze, mischief sparkling in the depths of her eyes. Only inches separated them. She placed her hands on his chest. They were cool against his heated skin. Lightly, she moved them over him, her attention dropping from his face to her actions.

Her touch awakened something within him. It ignited an inferno that threatened to engulf him. She dipped one hand and glided it over his nipple. Curling his toes into the carpet, he watched as her lips quirked and she leaned forward. She replaced her hand with her mouth. Her tongue swiped over the nipple. A jolt of desire hit him fast and hard, his head spinning from the impact. He could smell her shampoo, the perfume that haunted his memories. When she finished tormenting that nipple, she kissed her way over to his other, giving it the same treatment.

By the time she was done, his breathing had deepened, his body was screaming for release, and all she had done was lick him. Without a word, she slipped her hands down his body to his boxers. She grabbed the waistband and pulled down, helping him step out of them and then tossing them aside. As she stood, her breasts brushed his shaft. The touch of her hardened nipples against his flesh caused a drop of cum to bead in the slit of his cockhead. He didn’t know if her actions had been on purpose until he noticed her smug little grin.

“So, now you do what I want?” He could tell from her tone that her actions had aroused her as well. “Hmmm. Should it be something I want to have done to me? Or something I want to do to you?”

The playfulness in her voice sank beneath his skin, into his mind. She was getting into it, he could tell. He reminded himself not to rush, no matter how much he wanted to charge toward the finish line.

“That would be up to you. Whatever you want to do.”

With a huff, she tilted her head to one side, stepped back and allowed her gaze to roam down his body. As she studied him, it was as if her hands were on him, traveling over his skin, driving him mad, pushing him closer to the edge.

“I think I need to catch up with you. I have too many clothes on. And then maybe we can work on just what you can do to make me happy.”

The pulsing lust in his blood made it hard for him to do anything. But truth was, the way she talked, the way she was ordering him around, had him practically drooling. The woman might be a novice, but Lord help him, she knew how to push the right buttons.

He slowly unfastened the front closure of her bra, skimming his hands beneath the fabric to shift it aside. Brushing his thumb over a nipple, he smiled when she shivered. He cupped her breast while moving his other hand beneath the bra strap. Easing off first one strap and then the other, he allowed the bra to fall to the floor. He covered her other breast with his hand, enjoying the contrast in their skin tones. Even flushed with arousal, her skin was delicate ivory. Knowing the passionate woman who lurked inside added another delicious dimension to her.

By the time he touched her panties, both of them were breathing heavily. He slipped his fingers beneath the lacy waistband and skimmed those sinful red panties down her creamy thighs. He swept his fingers against the backs of her knees. When she almost lost her balance, he smiled. He continued to trail his fingers down her legs until he reached her ankles and helped her step out of the scrap of fabric.

She got up on the bed. Once she settled, he took a good, hard inspection of her body, noting the small changes. She had a few more curves that only added to her appeal. His gaze dropped to the apex of her thighs and confirmed his suspicions—she’d shaved her pussy bare. An extra pulse of heat twitched in his shaft, and he gave it one stroke, hoping to calm it a bit.

Her eyes narrowed at his action. “You’re not starting without me, are you?”

The authority in her voice surprised him enough to drop his hands to his sides. She smiled at him.

As he stared down at her stretched out naked on his mattress, his heart stopped. She looked perfect, as if his bed had been waiting for her.

She patted the space beside her. “Come on, Chris.”

He slid onto the mattress next to her. When he turned to take her into his arms, she shook her head.

“Hmm, I don’t think so.” She closed her eyes and rested against the stack of pillows behind her. “What I would like is for you to please me.”

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