Page 61 of Escape Velocity

“You must decide.”

One thing he knew, he’d been punished enough.

He took off his pants and kicked them away before moving between her spread legs. Slowly, standing behind her, he eased his penis inside her. It took every ounce of control he possessed to hold himself still.

She made a little whimpering sound, and it occurred to him that he could easily come like this. But he didn’t want to do it alone. He reached to press his fingers against her clit, caressing her as he began to stroke in and out of her.

He came in an explosion of pleasure and felt her follow him while he worked her with his hand.

They were both gasping as he leaned his hand against the table for a moment, then straightened.

When he’d caught his breath, he said, “Let go of the straps.”

She did as he directed.

“Stand up and turn around.”

She stood, her eyes downcast. He saw her lower lip was quivering.

“Are we finished?” she asked.

“No. I think there’s more where that came from.”

“What?”

“Look at me.”

She raised her head, and he waited several beats before saying, “Lift your hands. I want to see you play with your breasts.”

Shock flashed across her face. He knew she wanted to refuse, but she raised her hands, stroking her curves, making the tips harden.

“Now do your nipples. Twist them. Tug on them.”

When she complied, he asked, “How does that feel.”

“Good,” she gasped out.

“Are you embarrassed to do it in front of me?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He smiled. “Now play with your clit. Not enough to make yourself come, but enough to charge yourself up again.”

Her face was flushed, and she was breathing in little gasps as she did his bidding.

“Stop. Pull your hand away.”

When she did, he said, lick your fingers.

Again, he knew she wanted to refuse. Instead she tentatively touched her tongue to her fingers.

“I said lick.”

“She did.”

“How does it taste?”

“Like . . . desire.”

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