Page 39 of Second Round

“Really? What?” Other than turning the amp on your sexiness down fromeleven.

“What if we took all theworryaway?”

“How would wedothat?”

“What if I take charge of this body? You can relax and enjoyyourself.”

For emphasis, he trailed his fingers down my collarbone, over my chest and rested them just above my nipple. Could he feel it hardening through my bra? He smiled at me—his expression teasing andmischievous.

“I don’t understand…” I was getting a glimmer of an ideathough.

“I’ll be in charge. I’ll tell you everything I want you to do tonight—what I’ve wanted to do to you ever since I saw this ass in my kitchen.” He reached around and squeezed my ass to punctuate this sentence. He kissed along my jawline and up to my mouth. When he got to my lips, he thrust his tongue inside and I sucked on it. The strange unexpectedness of everything he did was so appealing to me. After so many years of sex without surprises, this void was both daunting andtempting.

“So, I don’t have to do anything?” I swallowed. Just lie back and do what he told me. “You’re not going to tie me up or anythingareyou?”

His eyes narrowed, and his smile morphed into something dangerous. “Do you want me to tieyouup?”

“No. I’m not comfortable with that.” Although it sounded ridiculous to say about someone I was ready to have sex with, I hardly knew him. I didn’t think he was a serial killer, but being totally helpless was not appealing to me. What if I had to pee? “But the restsounds…okay.”

“Do you agree that I can be incharge?”

I nodded,speechless.

“Say it,” heurgedme.

“I’ll do... whatever you want. Whatever you tell me.” The words made me free. I didn’t have to take anyresponsibility.

“Deal,” he said. He kissed me again, this time harder. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, and the hot motion made me liquid inside. He kissed me until I was dizzy withanticipation.

“Unbutton your shirt.” Now Leo’s voice was low and authoritative. Like a coach. You couldn’t ever question what your coach told youtodo.

My fingers fumbled with the buttons, and the thin white cotton felt as heavy as burlap as I struggled to undo each fastening. Finally I was done, the two sides of my shirt revealing a thin columnofskin.

Leo reached out with casual grace and opened my shirt. His eyes raked down over my dark pink bra and my tummy. I was holding my stomach muscles in, worrying that my body wasn’t as hard and smooth as the younger girlfriends he was used to. Again, I felt like running, pulling my shirt back on andleaving.

“Beautiful,” Leo said. His hands circled my waist and slowly moved up my ribs. His touch was agonizingly slow as he caressed every inch of the skin on my sides. I bit my lower lip and pushed out my breasts, longing to feel his slightly calloused fingertipsonthem.

He was watching me. “You want me to touch youthere?”

How did this work? He was in charge, but I got to make demands too? I nodded. I wanted him to touch me everywhere with those magic fingers. He worked his hands up under the cups of my bra. I shivered as he plucked at my nipples, pulling and elongating them. “Ohhh,” I gasped. He slid his hand behind me and undid my bra with onedeftmove.

“Take it off,” hecommanded.

I shucked my shirt and bra in the too-bright lighting. Leo pushed me back against the sofa and fastened his skillful mouth onto one breast. He sucked and licked away at my already puckered nipple, cupping the other breast in his hand. The only sound in the room was the noisysuction.

“Oh God,” I moaned. I was so turned on that my thighs were rubbing together instinctively. My back arched and thrust my breast further into his mouth. He dropped one hand to my lap and rubbed roughly between my legs. Everything felt so good. And the swirling disorientation of not knowing what would happen next was turningmeon.

Finally he released my tortured nipple and kissed me on the mouth. I pushed up against him, enjoying the feeling of his rough wool sweater against mynakedskin.

“So eager now,” Leo mocked me. “Stand up now,Jacqueline.”

I stumbled to my feet, swaying a little in my high ankle boots. He motioned to my zipper. I undid it and pulled down my black dress pants. I began to take off my boots, but Leostoppedme.

“I like the heels,” he told me. Again the newness of him was a turn on for me. I managed to get the pants off. Now I was only wearing a pair of pink, lacy panties and black suedebooties.

“Kneel on the table,” Leo said. I moved onto the teak surface and knelt there. He came around behind me, and I watched over my shoulder. “Very, very nice,” he breathed, and I felt the light touch of his long fingers on my ass. He pulled up my panties until they became a thong, exposing my ass cheeks but still covering my crevice. I was so ready for him. He kept touching me, and his hands were awakening the very cells ofmyskin.

“God, what are you doing?” I said. Was this foreplay? Teasing? I wanted him to touch me where itcounted.

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