Page 66 of Tempt Me

She stood and poured more bodywash into her hand. She washed herself efficiently.

“Wait,” I said when she brushed a hand over her chest. “Can I do that?”

“Not this time. I’m getting pruny. I need some lotion, then we’ll move this to the bed.”

“I’ll do your lotion,” I said, my mouth watering at the thought of slicking it over her skin.

“No, baby girl.” She turned off the water. “I want mine in bed.”

Jamila folded backthe covers of the enormous bed, revealing crisp, white sheets. She lay down on the far side and patted the space next to her.

I kneeled on the bed, less because I was unsure what to do next than because it was a better position to admire her. Her skin held a sheen from the lotion she’d applied. It smelled so incredible that I’d taken some, too, and rubbed it over my arms and legs.

Now she was naked, toes stretched to the foot of the bed, arms spread in a T shape. Her curves were subtle on her slender body, her breasts flattening a little when she lay on her back. Under the floral scent, an earthy scent of arousal lingered, mine and hers. I closed my eyes and inhaled it.

“Second thoughts?” she asked.

My eyelids flew open. “No, just…savoring.”

“You’re sure? There’s still time to go back to friends without benefits.”

“No, I’m ready. Spread your legs.”

Her only movement was her eyebrows lifting.

“Aren’t I in charge now?” I asked. “Like you were in charge of my orgasm?”

She chuckled. “I may be the one receiving pleasure this time, but I’m always in charge, baby girl. Don’t forget it.”

I swallowed and waited for her instruction.

“Good girl.”

There it was again. That sensation of pleasure, lighting me up.

“You can touch me. Start with my breasts.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I traced a line from her collarbone down her breastbone, then I drew a circle around her right breast.

“Not so tickly. Use more force,” she said.

“Got it, boss.” I prepared to squeeze.

“I don’t like a brat. Use your sassy mouth on me.”

I didn’t dare respond, not even with a “yes, please.” Squeezing the base of her breast, I lapped the tip with my tongue. I thumbed her nipple and then repeated the action with her left breast before returning to her right breast to circle it with my tongue. I sucked it, watching her reaction. When she arched her back, I knew I’d pleased her. Satisfaction warmed me all the way to my toes.

I didn’t stop. I kept my mouth and hands full of her, high on her floral taste.

Her breaths shortened until her chest heaved under me.

“Okay, good girl,” she said at last. “Put that mouth between my legs. First my pussy, then my clit.”

I obeyed, kissing down her stomach to where her scent bloomed. I positioned myself between her spread legs and took a second to stare at her dark lips surrounding her glistening pink center.

I bent to taste her, starting at the center and spiraling out along her lips, staying away from her clit as she’d instructed.

“Harder,” she demanded.

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