Page 13 of Unbridled

No surprise. “Would you want to be?”

Her teeth sawed over her bottom lip as she considered his question. “I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it. But no man has ever brought me to orgasm.”

“What a crime,” he murmured, fighting the annoyance so she wouldn’t pick up on it. “I promise you, if you want to orgasm during sex, you’ve come to the right place.”

Even the right man, if she was willing. To be the first one to bring her to orgasm…

That possibility was intoxicating and his cock agreed. Now he was even more determined to help her during her stay.

“I didn’t see that guarantee on your website.”

One side of his mouth pulled up. There it was. Her sense of humor. Dayne wouldn’t be surprised if, once the nervousness wore off, her real personality shined through.

No true wallflower would book a stay at a resort built for sexual pleasure. She also could’ve left last night, or this morning, but she didn’t. He took that as a sign she really wanted to be here, only she wasn’t sure of what she wanted during the experience.

Again, he was willing to help her find what she needed.

His cock was, too.

“I’m going to remind you now that if I do anything you don’t like or aren’t comfortable with, tell me.”

“Okay,” she breathed.

She didn’t ask what he was about to do. She wanted the surprise, the anticipation. Another good sign.

With a single finger, he drew her ponytail tothe side, giving himself access to the smooth skin on her shoulder exposed by her baggy top.

He brushed his lips across it before giving it a playful nip. When she shivered, goosebumps appeared. “Are your nipples hard?”

She nodded.

“Do they ache?”

She nodded again.

He snuck a peek over her shoulder to see just how hard they were. “For what?” When she didn’t answer, he did it for her. “For someone to suck them, pinch them, even twist them?” He mentally raised his hand to volunteer to be that someone.

He could hardly hear her breathy, “Yes.”

“Good. Are you wearing panties?”

“Yes.”

“Are they soaked right now?” He was tempted to check for himself.

Patience.

This time it took her a moment to finally nod.

“Are you tempted to touch yourself right here, out in the open, while watching?”

“I don’t know.” The insecurity was back.

“If not yourself, who in that pile would you like to touch you?”

She took a moment to study each of the six people having sex before her gaze circled the growing audience. “Him.”

Him?That was a tad disappointing. Dayne had hoped he’d be the one chosen to bring her to orgasm. Luckily, he had time to convince her that he was the perfect candidate. Plus, he was curious about her choice. What her type was. “Which him?”

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