Page 15 of Bound in Lingerie (Bare Naked Designs 3)

“Confident, Milton. So sure that we’re going to have sex.” She nuzzled her face against his shoulder, the strands of her hair tickling his skin.

“We’re not?” What the hell else were they going to do?

“I haven’t decided yet.” Her hands ran up and down his torso. She seemed to like fluttering her fingers over his chest hair.

She was playing a game. How far she intended to take it he had no idea. The simple act of a woman grinding on top of him was nothing unusual. But this woman wasn’t just any woman. Did that make it okay for him to surrender? Because she was different.

“Stop thinking.” Again, Amie called him out. How did she know what was going on in his head? “You don’t have to think. Leave it to me to know what’s good for you. To give you exactly what you want.”

Amie shimmied down his body and gripped onto the waistband of his boxer briefs. She pulled, and the soft fabric skimmed over his legs and finally found its way to the carpeted floor. His cock was already wet at the tip. He saw the wet stain on his stomach. So did Amie. Her tongue snaked out like a lizard, lapping at his pelvis but never touching his hard length. Her warm breath caressed his cock head, sending a shiver up his body.

She stood on the bed and pulled down her pink thong, kicking it to the floor. Instead of straddling his naked groin she placed her feet under his arms. Milton could smell her arousal, sweet and thick, wafting down from above. His hands slid up the slats, but his fingers remained holding tight. He knew how to take direction. But that didn’t stop him from wanting to lunge up and sit her down on his straining cock, bucking his pelvis just like she described. But he held back. Slow and steady won the race, or so he’d always been told.

“That’s a good boy.” Her hands caressed her soft, pale skin. First over her exposed breasts then down, one hand slipping between her thighs, her index finger rubbing at her folds. She knew just how to tease. He had no doubt she wasn’t a virgin when it came to enticing men. She had all the right moves. “What did you just stop yourself from doing?”

He had to clear his throat to get out the words. “Grabbing your legs and sitting you on my cock.”

“Tsk, tsk. You’ve got a one-track mind, Campbell.” Amie squatted, her legs spreading out, leaving her naked pussy open, waiting, begging to be touched. Her bottom lightly skimmed his stomach but she held most of her weight, resting her arms on her knees. “There is so much of me to enjoy.” She cupped her core. “So many places for you to explore.”

Was that an invitation? Milton uncurled his fingers–now cold from the low blood circulation from the tight grip he had on the slats–and reached–

“No touching,” Amie instructed. She didn’t yell, she didn’t freak out. Her voice was calm and low, letting him know just who was in charge of this encounter.

Milton retracted quickly and grabbed the slats again. The fact that he’d obeyed without a second thought stunned him a little. Could it be that he was someone completely different in the bedroom? Could it be that he wanted something completely different in the bedroom? It was at that very moment that Milton knew he had his hands full with this woman.

“Are you punishing me?” he asked. “Making me suffer for what I do for a living. For who I am.”

“Maybe. But I saw the heat in your eyes the moment I mentioned taking away your right to call the shots. You want this. It can’t possibly be a punishment.”

She was right. He did want this. His cock was proof enough, rock hard and weeping for her next move. Aching for her to wrap her lips around his shaft and suck him down deep. But Milton knew there would have to be sacrifice before he could experience the pleasure of her mouth. And he was staring directly at it. Pink, swollen and glistening. Her pussy rubbed against his chest.

“Tell me about the women you like to have on your arm.” Her middle finger disappeared inside her pussy. “Does it make you hard to have a beautiful woman on your arm?”

“Yes.”

“Does it turn you on to know that the men around you are thinking about fucking them?”

“Yes.”

“Do they do this for you?” Her gaze slid down to where her fingers played with her pussy. “Do they touch themselves for you?”

“No.” He always equated a woman having to touch herself as a weakness on his part. That he wasn’t enough. He wasn’t a bad lover. Maybe not attentive, but not bad. Watching Amie touch herself, listening to the soft moans that escaped her mouth in between her words, tore him apart. It was erotic and sexy and made him want her even more.

“Let me guess, you’re all they need, right? They don’t need to touch themselves, because you’re so good.” She pulled her hand away from her center and rubbed her moist finger across his lips. He inhaled deeply, taking in her sweet scent.

“I’ve never had any complaints.” He snaked out his tongue, licking his bottom lip and catching the tip of her finger. He bit at it, sucking it inside his mouth, indulging in the taste of her, thick and sugary.

“Hopefully, it doesn’t start now.” She lifted her bottom off his chest and wiggled farther up the bed until her knees were just under his arms. She moved her pussy back and forth, so close to his face but not touching. He gripped the slats tighter, fighting off the urge to show her who was the boss–him.

But he wasn’t. He battled with himself, between the Milton he was supposed to be–desperately wanting to take control–and the real Milton, who wanted nothing more than to let go.

She lowered herself closer, closer still. He licked and caught a small taste of her, but she quickly raised her body. The throb in his cock was overwhelming. She said he couldn’t touch her. Did it also mean he couldn’t touch himself?

He released one hand from the headboard and curled it around her body, grasping for his hard cock.

“I said no touching.”

“You said I couldn’t touch you.”

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