Page 34 of She Devil
‘Prettyconvincing,’ I reply, in an equable tone. ‘But I’m the type of person who likes to do a comprehensive evaluation of something before I’m satisfied that I’ve done it to the best of my ability. To make sure the first time wasn’t a fluke.’
Reaching out, I run my fingertips lightly over her collarbone to the hollow of her neck, seeing her shiver as I caress her soft skin there.
Her breath catches in her throat as I move my hand lower to skate over the swell of her left breast, where her hardened nipple is pushing into the soft material of her dress, giving her own interest away. I play my fingertips over that tight little nub, seeing her chest rise and fall with her accelerated breathing before moving my hand lower, down over her stomach to the hem of her dress. Sliding the dress up her legs, I slip my hand into her underwear, and she leans back against the wall behind her and widens her stance so I can glide my fingers over her mons and dip a fingertip into the hot, wet heat of her pussy.
‘Are you changing the terms of the deal on me?’ she whispers, but I can tell from the catch in her breath and the way she rocks her hips back and forth, pushing my finger deeper inside her, that she’s not totally averse to the idea of extending the terms of our agreement. She moves against my touch like this for a few seconds, her breathing deepening and the movement of her hips becoming more pronounced.
‘I don’t remember stipulating that it only had to happen once,’ I murmur, flashing her a provocative grin.
Her eyebrows shoot up. ‘So what are your new terms?’
‘Similar to before. You stay for two more days and I’ll see how many times I can make you come in that time frame.’
Her eyes widen.
‘That’s a bold proposal.’
‘I have confidence in my abilities,’ I say, pressing my thumb against her clit and smiling as she draws in a sharp intake of breath. A low moan resonates in her throat as I draw tight circles around the sensitive little bud.
Her legs start to shake and I become aware that this isn’t the best place to conduct our next adventure.
I pull my hand out of her underwear and she looks at me like she wants to kill me.
‘Please don’t start that torturing shit again!’ she hisses, sounding thoroughly pissed off about the interruption.
It makes me pity the poor fools that work for her.
‘Don’t worry, it’s just a short interlude while we change locations,’ I tell her.
Before she can protest, I scoop her up into my arms and march us into my bedroom on the other side of the landing, kicking the door shut behind me before I deposit her on my bed.
‘Take your clothes off,’ I tell her, pulling my T-shirt over my head and moving straight onto my shorts. By the time I’m buck-naked on the bed, she’s removed all her own clothes and is stretched out on the mattress, looking at me with those intelligent, discerning eyes, just daring me to take this further.
I take a moment to gaze at her, soaking in every detail of her gorgeous body, every curve, every dip, every smooth plane, and I consciously have to shake myself out of the erotic trance I’ve put myself into imagining all the things I want to do to her. Letting out a growl of appreciation, I start to kiss every bit of the body I’ve just inspected so thoroughly until she’s moaning softly and writhing with pleasure under the pressure of my mouth.
I straddle her, then use my knee to push her thighs apart so she’s forced to spread her legs for me. Then, reaching under the bed, I bring out a box of toys I’d ordered especially for her visit here, just in case. I’m actually pretty delighted that I’m getting the chance to use them.
I pluck out a small silver tub the size of my palm and screw off the lid.
She tilts her chin to look down at what I’m doing. ‘What the hell is that?’ she asks with a tremor in her voice—but it’s one of keen interest.
‘Just something to heighten sensations,’ I say cryptically.
Her eyebrows twitch, but she doesn’t question me further. It seems she’s prepared to trust that she’ll like whatever it is I’m going to do to her. And she will. I’m confident of it.
Rubbing my finger over the smooth, oily substance, I make sure I’ve got a good amount on my fingertip before applying it to both of her nipples, spreading it thinly over the areoles and then the peaks, which are pointing upwards with wanton attentiveness.
It takes a moment or two for her to feel it, but when she does she draws in a short, ragged gasp.
‘Oh! Oh!’ she breathes, her mouth forming a wide, appreciative smile. ‘That feels cold. And tingly.’
‘That’s the menthol doing it’s work,’ I say with a grin, then I bend forward so my mouth is only inches away from her left nipple and gently blow a cool breeze over it.
‘Ngh!’ The sound she makes is like an aphrodisiac to my brain.
I move to the other nipple and give it the same treatment, and I’m rewarded with the same show of pleasure.
Then I breathe hot air over her breasts instead to alter the sensation.
