Page 40 of A Triple C Ranch Christmas Wedding
“Sweet talker,” she said. “But I like it, so feel free.”
“Shall I help you with this,” he said, slipping one finger beneath her bra strap.
“Oh, yes,” she said. “Help me with all these things.”
He smiled and slipped one strap down off her shoulder and then the other.
Her body was responding to his voice, his words, his touch, and the look in his eyes as he slowly undressed her.
Once the bra straps were off her shoulders, he moved around behind her and unhooked her bra. Letting it drop to the floor, he moved back around to face her. “Now, we’re getting there.”
She laughed. “Slowly but surely, we are.”
He reached out to cup her breasts and bent to kiss one nipple then the other. Just when she would have reached to touch his neck and his hair, he straightened, and she let her hands drop back down.
“Walk over to the bed,” he said. “I’d like to see you in those heels before we take the rest off.”
She walked over to the bed then stopped and slowly turned around. Her eyes widened. He had shucked off his jacket and removed his tie already and was now unbuttoning his shirt, all while he watched her. She stood watching him unbutton his shirt, enjoying the view. Soon, it was on the floor, too. The white T-shirt beneath soon followed.
Now, he stood bare chested as she took in the view. “Come here, husband,” she said. He wasn’t the only one who could give commands.
He walked toward her, slow step by slow step, almost as if he were a big cat, prowling toward his target. The bulge beneath his slacks showed he was ready for her. Quite ready. And she could not wait.
She edged back on the bed, sitting and scooting backward as he came closer.
“Running, dear?” he said.
“Only if you want me to,” she said. “I’d fully expect you to catch me.”
“Only if you wanted me to,” he said, repeating her words and sending her a wink.
That was the one main rule they had for all their love making. There could be no gray area as to what they wanted, and there would be full communication. That he insisted on good communication gave her a security she could rely on and trust.
“You look so good on that bed,” he told her then he reached for her right foot. “Let’s lose the heels but leave your stockings on.”
“Okay,” she said, and smiled happily. She liked the way the new silk stockings felt on her feet and legs. Soft, silky, and sexy.
She also liked the way his warm hand held her ankle, while his other hand undid the strap and eased her shoe off.
With his thumb, he started at the base of her foot, on the heel, and rubbed up toward the ball of her foot. She closed her eyes and moaned.
He chuckled.
“You keep doing that, and I’m likely to have an orgasm before you ever get my panties off. That feels so good.”
“Luckily, you can have as many orgasms as you want,” he said. “So, don’t hold back on my account. That’s my job.”
She opened her eyes again, looking at him from beneath heavy lids. Arousal built inside her. “Don’t hold back tonight,” she said. “I want everything to be good for you, too.”
“It will be,” he said. “Making you feel good is part of my pleasure.”
He continued to the other foot and repeated the actions.
She closed her eyes again, moaning when he rubbed her arch, unable to help herself. After being on those heels during the wedding and reception, and then dancing in them, they were tired, and these foot rubs were a little bit of heaven.
When he was done, he moved up to kiss her.
“Hey, Jack,” she said, as he hovered over her, ready to lean in for a kiss.
