Page 25 of Wild Lover Complete Series

“You’re getting to know me so well,” he said. “How about you tell me what to do, and I’ll listen?”

She pulled back and laughed. “You mean, tell you step by step?”

He nodded.

“I can’t…I’ll be too embarrassed.”

He squeezed her bottom with both hands. “Baby, I don’t think there’s anything left to be embarrassed about.”

“Okay,” she said, in an effort to humor him. She stepped away. “Take off your clothes.” She felt ridiculous, like a game show host.

Blaine obliged with sweet seriousness. It wasn’t gratuitous, like some kind of strip tease. If he’d done that, she would have cracked up for sure. He just watched her while he undressed, slowly but steadily, like a creek retreating at low tide.

Mia realized she’d never really looked at Blaine when he was naked. Or at any man, really. Of course she’d seen his naked body in segments, but usually she was caught up in the rush of stripping him down so she could take him into her, or he was in control and the focus was on her body. There was something vulnerable in him standing before her naked as the day he was born. He tipped his head, as if asking for her approval.

She smiled it. He wasn’t just handsome, he was beautiful in the way a roman statue or a sketch by da Vinci was beautiful. She moved from his tightly muscled legs to his groin. His hard manhood commanded much of her attention, but she still had the wherewithal to notice the ridges and dips of his chiseled lower abdomen. His chest and arms were picture perfect, not too heavily muscular. No one would mistake Blaine for a New Jersey gym rat. Older model Abercrombie model, possibly, but beefcake on steroids, nope. His broad shoulders set off his narrow waist. And of course, atop everything, his strong-jawed but sensitive face. His blue eyes and unruly dark hair.

Mia realized she was holding her breath. “You’re something else,” she whispered.

“What now?” he asked.

“Come to me,” she said. He obeyed. “Kiss me,” she said, and he did as she asked.

Mia found she soon lost most of her discomfort with being in control. She instructed Blaine on how, where and when to touch her. She found a voice for words she didn’t know she could utter. Blaine started off at her neck, at her request. He removed her tank top, and then her bra, and suckled both of her breasts. She asked him to suck harder, and then bade him to back off.

“Take off my jeans,” she said.

He unbuttoned her jeans and slid them over her bottom. He knelt before her, a knight errant to his queen, and helped her step out of them. “Come back up here,” she said. He’d almost gotten halfway when she put a hand on his head.

“I want your mouth on me,” she said.

He grinned up at her, as she’d guess he would. “That’s not specific enough.”

“I need your tongue on my pussy.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Because it feels so good, and makes me so wet.”

“Whatever you want.” She leaned back against the counter. She used her foot to slide one of the cabinet drawers out. She rested her foot on it, both to give him room and to support herself as her body gave in to his attention.

She looked down at the top of his head. Her hips seemed to have a life of their own. They gently moved with the rhythm of his stroking tongue. Her wetness let him easily insert one finger, and then two, inside her. She knew she was going to come, but she wasn’t ready. She pushed him away.

“Now you stand still,” she said.

“Yes ma’am.”

It was her turn to kneel before him, and as she naturally preferred to let him have control, she enjoyed the balance between control and submission. She took his cock into her mouth. He was so large that she couldn’t get even a third of the way down its length, so she made up for it by stroking him with her hands. She cupped his balls and gently stroked the skin behind them.

He groaned. “Oh, yeah. That’s just right. I can’t believe you can touch all of me at once. No one has ever done—” She shut him up by running her tongue around the tip of his cock. “That’s it,” he said.

“What?” she asked as he pulled her to her feet.

“I’m running this show again.” He lifted her up onto the counter and pushed her legs apart. He fingered her, urgently, as if he needed to make sure she was ready for him in that instant. “I want you to come,” he said. “But I can’t hold out much longer.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I bought something for you…I wanted to talk to you about it first, but—“

“What is it?” Whatever it was, he’d better hurry up.

He trotted to his bedroom and returned with what appeared to be some kind of pink cylinder. “Is that a—“

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