Page 56 of Bedroom Therapy

“Do you like the silky feel of the robe between your hands and your breasts?”

She gave a small nod.

“But I’ll bet it would feel even better without that layer of fabric. So unbutton some more of that robe for me. Just the top part if you want.”

She kept her eyes closed as she fumbled with the buttons, opening the next two.

“One more,” he growled. “You need to unbutton one more.”

She did as he asked, waiting for what must come next. Was he going to ask her to take off the robe?

“That’s a very tantalizing picture,” he murmured. “But I’ll like it even more if you push the fabric to the sides. All the way to the sides so I can see your breasts.”

Her fingers were trembling as she did his bidding, feeling the cool air of the room on her hot skin.

“That’s beautiful,” he murmured. “I knew you would be. But not this stunning. Seeing this view of you is breathtaking.”

She could hear the raspy sound of her own breathing. And his.

“Touch them again. Show me the things you like. Make yourself hot for me.”

She pressed her lips together as she found her breasts again with her hands.

“Tug on the nipples. Twist them a little, if that feels good. Run your fingernails over the tips.”

All of that felt good, and she couldn’t hold back a small gasp.

“You need to come, don’t you?”

She could only answer with a little whimpering sound.

“Good. That’s good. Unbutton the rest of the robe for me.”

Her fingers felt thick and clumsy as she did what he asked.

“Now spread the fabric apart all the way. Let me see you.”

As she did, she heard him draw in a quick, sharp breath. “Lord, that’s so beautiful.”

She felt exposed and hot enough to set the mattress on fire.

His voice caressed her, asking for more. “Open your legs a little. Let me see that part of you. The hidden, female part.”

She felt as though he were the one in control of her body as she shifted her legs.

“That’s so sexy. You’re so turned on, aren’t you? Wet and swollen. You need to do something about that, don’t you? You can touch yourself there.”

Her fingers obeyed him, taking a gliding stroke through her own hot, distended tissue.

Her hips rocked against her hand, increasing the pleasure of her own touch. She wanted to come now. Needed to come.

But not yet. Not quite yet.

She dragged in a steadying breath, opened her eyes, and looked straight into the heat and intensity of his gaze.

His pupils were dilated. His whole body was rigid as he focused on her.

“I can’t do this by myself,” she said. “I need you with me.”

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