Page 15 of Devil's Dilemma

Well, of course I can. I shoot him a look of disdain and proceed to prove it. It’s front fastening, so I manage to put my hands demurely down the front of my dress, and undo the clasp, then slip the straps down my arms and slide it out through one arm hole.

“Give.” He holds out his hand, and I pass it across the table, a slight wave of discomfort going through me as it’s not dainty and small.

His eyes lock on mine, and then, suddenly, his vest is slipping down his arms and he’s half turned to place it over the back of his chair. Then, one hand goes to the back of his neck andoh sweet Jesus,his tee comes off and he’s sitting at my table, completely naked from the waist up. I’d already felt the hardness of his torso, but now I see his amazing six pack, confirming this is a man who works out.

As if nothing’s happened he asks, “Pass me the salad?”

I think he has had to voice his request a couple of times before I can bring myself to move and do as he’s asked.

Suddenly replete with sufficient food, I place my fork down.

His gaze meets mine and slowly, he nods.

Chapter Six

Melissa

I’ve become comfortable with Skull, used to his company, but I still expected to feel gauche the first time we went to bed. I mean, what’s a man like this going to expect? I’m no siren, my experience has been of a very vanilla variety, and with not too many men. Skull has got an assurance and confidence that I’ve not come across with anyone else. I think he’s cocky, but I also believe he’s probably entitled to be and will know what to do with his equipment and won’t disappoint.

When he gets up and stalks to the end of the table, I can’t help but lick my lips. His jeans are low-slung and as I had expected, there’s the outline of a delicious V leading downwards.

“My eyes are up here,” he smirks, while holding out his hand. “Where’s your bedroom, sweetheart? First time I think we’ll use your bed. We’ll try out the table, counter, and other possibilities later.”

Later as in another day? Or, later tonight? My gut clenches in anticipation.

Automatically I place my hand in his, then lead him into my bedroom. He stares at my bed, then smiles.

I suddenly suck in a breath. He’s got my bra and panties, and the only thing I’m now wearing is my dress and a smile. If it’s a choice between losing one or the other, well, my lips immediately turn down into a frown.

He walks me backward until my legs hit the foot of the bed.

“Lie down.” His voice seems to have dropped an octave.

I obey, first sitting, then lying back, expecting him to follow me down, but no. In one smooth action he’s pulled up my dress, baring my lower half to him. I suck in air, feeling tears prick at the backs of my eyes knowing he’s seeing thick tree trunk thighs and a roll of fat over my stomach.

“Fuckin’ beautiful, Mel,” he says fast, getting in before I can apologise.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to stop my brain from forcing a catalogue of what’s wrong with me out of my mouth.

“I’ve waited far too fuckin’ long for this, not waiting any longer now.”

Jesus.His mouth is there. His fingers too. His tongue circles my clit, then licks me. I already knew I was wet, now he’s making me voice appreciative sounds as more cream comes from me, summoned forth by his expert touch. His voice vibrates against me as he tells me again how beautiful I am, how my skin is soft, just how he likes it and that he’s a man who doesn’t like angular bodies with bones sticking out, adding how much he likes my curves.

His words thrill me, nothing there to suggest I’m any kind of disappointment at all.

Part of my brain wonders where and how he’s learned the tricks he’s bringing into play. It’s as if he knows precisely what a woman wants. Fingers and tongue work in unison and very soon I’m nearing the edge. My last thought before giving in entirely to sensation is if they could make a vibrator as talented as his touch, there’d be no need for men at all.

“Oh God, Skull. Skull, yes, there, Skull.” I cry out, words escaping with no conscious thought. “Skull, oh Skull.Skull.”

I hover for a second just nearing my peak, stay there until the right pressure on my clit sends me completely over.

I see stars and my lungs heave.

Before I’ve recovered, he’s lifted my hips, then pulls my upper torso off the bed, and before I can stop him has completely removed my dress. Somewhere along the way his jeans have come off, and I now have a very naked man straddling my thighs, wearing nothing but the smile on his face, and that glowing look which darkens, dilating his pupils as he feasts his eyes on my chest. My very, ample, chest.

His hands almost shake as they reach out to touch, pillowing my breasts, one in each hand. He flicks his thumbs across my nipples, his smile becoming a knowing grin at my sharp intake of breath.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous. Real woman’s breasts.”

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