Page 47 of Personal Escort

Slowly, he eases us back together, his mouth falling on my collarbone this time. He lifts me by the waist, pivoting us both until I’m lying on my back. He carefully slides my dress down my legs, then he’s on top of me, his tongue tracing first one nipple, then the other.

My skin sizzles where he licks, and aches everywhere else. And not even for a second do I worry about the fact he’s stripped me down to my panties and he’s still fully dressed.

I had no idea it could be this good, or this easy.

I kick off my heels so I can wind my legs around him and hold him against me. He pulls hard, sucking more of my flesh into his mouth, and when I arch into it becauseoh yes that feels amazing, he groans.

A deep, guttural, hungry sound that does strange and wonderful things to my heart.

He pulls off with a wet pop and lifts his head. “When you said you’re inexperienced…”

I reach down and touch his mouth, distracted by how shiny it is and how good it felt on my breasts. “Mm-hmm?”

“How gentle do I need to be?”

I try to smile, but it’s hard because of the blast of desire that zooms through me at the question. Slowly, I shake my head. “No need to be gentle. I’ve done this a couple of times, it’s just never been this good. So…notthis. But sex, I’ve—”

He presses his face against my belly, cutting me off. I stroke my fingers through his hair, the strands silky and just long enough to hold on to.

Toby is kissing his way down my almost naked body.

Toby. Me. Naked.

In all the ways that matter, this is my first time. I don’t want him holding back.

“Toby…” I roll beneath him. “Show me everything.”

His fingers press into my hips, hard. He tugs my panties down, then his mouth covers my sex. I cry out at the first wet, hot swipe of his tongue. It’s incredible, and I’m shameless as I writhe against him.

“Ah, Cara,” he growls before licking deeper, right to my entrance. I’m slippery there, and he deftly pulls that slickness to my clit.

Your clit’s getting hard, isn’t it? Hard and needy. I want that on my tongue. I want to feel you throb for me.

I thought that had been dirty talk, not a promise he’d make good on at the first possible second. And yet here we are, my clit throbbing and hard, just for him.

“Touch yourself,” he says as he presses his face into my inner thigh. He drags in a growly breath, then pushes off the bed. He looms above me, big and broad, and he ruthlessly strips off his clothes. “Cara. Touch. Your. Self.”

I rub my hand against my lower belly, then my inner thighs. I spread my legs for him, and only when he growls at me again, do I slide my fingertips over my folds.

I gasp at how wet I am, dripping and ready.

Toby pulls a condom from a drawer before joining me again on the bed. “Make that sound again,” he whispers, kissing me on the neck, right behind my ear. “That little surprised sound.”

“It’s all a wonderful surprise,” I murmur back. “And shouldn’t you be naked?”

His erection strains against my hip through the stretchy cotton of his boxer briefs. “I don’t want to rush.”

“Toby.” I laugh weakly. “Please rush. Please make me come in a screaming fit ten seconds from now. I have complete faith we’ll be able to do it again and again, all afternoon long.”

“And evening.”

“The weekend, too.” I reach for his waistband and push it low on his hips, running my fingers over the darker hair at the bottom of his very happy trail. “Can I?”

He rolls onto his back and throws one arm over his eyes, then drags it away. “Yes. Please. No. Wait—”

“Too late.” I crawl on top of him and kiss his handsome face. “Two can play at this game, Mr. Hunt.”

“Take off my shorts now—”

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