Page 10 of Pleasure Control

She gulped air as her nipples quivered in heavenly bliss. Her whole body trembled as her mind relished that provocative mental image.

“Your turn,” he said.

She kept her voice low, sultry. “Jay, I want to feel your cock deep inside me.”

He went still. Perfectly still. Her gaze dropped to his crotch, to see if her words had the desired effect. She shoots! She scores!

In one swift movement he stood and pulled her to her feet. He pushed against her until she could feel his whole body molding to hers. His gaze was deep and intense as his heat reached out to her. For a brief moment, she thought she detected some deeper emotion flash in his eyes. Surely it was just her imagination.

In a silent message, he pushed his hips harder against her. He was hard. Rock-hard. She swallowed. He was hard and primed and hot—for her. Her pulse leapt in her throat as warm sensations moved through her.

She should have been disappointed that the serum had failed, especially since her future hinged on the success of this experiment. But, holy hell, she wasn’t. She was elated.

She swallowed past the lump in her throat. Dear God, he was huge. A thrill rushed through her. Oh yeah, she was right. Not all good things come in small packages.

His mouth curved enticingl

y. “Then you’ll have my cock deep inside you.” His voice was a hoarse whisper. The turbulent heat in his eyes licked over her flesh and her body reacted with urgent demands.

His fingers bit into her hips as he anchored her to him. She shivered under his promising touch.

He lowered his head. His mouth was there. Right there. Hovering only inches from hers. All she had to do was part her lips in invitation.

That decision was taken out of her hands when his fingers began a slow climb over her curves. He smoothed her bangs from her forehead, raked his hands through her hair, and urged her mouth closer. “No more games, Laura.” His voice was tangled with emotion. When she looked deep into his eyes, something special, intimate passed between them. “I need to taste you. Every inch of you.” He brushed his thumb over her lips. “I’m going to start here and work my way down your body.”

Overcome by his tender words and gentle hands, she liquefied under his touch.

He cupped her face and surfed his lips over her eyes, her nose, and her cheeks, before he crushed his mouth to hers and invaded with the hungry blade of his tongue. When she opened for him, he changed the angle and deepened the kiss with wild abandon.

She felt his whole body, every magnificent inch, tattooed against hers. Breasts against chest, cock against stomach, legs against legs. Laura’s hands began moving of their own accord, palming the hard planes of his body, reveling in the contrasting feel of a woman’s soft curves meshed against the tight rippling muscles of a man.

She writhed against him as his tongue pillaged her wanton mouth. Molten heat pulsed through her as her juices began flowing. They traded kisses for so long it left her entire body quivering.

He released her mouth and turned his attention to her breasts. His gaze skimmed her cleavage and he moaned his approval.

“You have a beautiful body, Laura.”

She gazed into his candid eyes and sensed the words were spoken with conviction. Jay liked her curvaceous body. Warmth rushed through her and settled deep in her soul.

He dragged her straps off her shoulders, exposing the milky swell of her breasts. An erotic whimper caught in her throat. His every movement was sensual, stimulating. Her chest hammered as her puckered nipples tightened painfully.

He pulled her teddy down to her waist and took a long moment to gaze at her nakedness before he breathed a kiss over her flesh. He inhaled her skin. “You smell so good.” Using tiny circular movements that drove her mad, he licked one plump bud. She threw her head back and moaned when his lips connected with her tight peaks. His wet tongue felt cool against her heated skin. God, she was drowning in pleasure. With single-minded determination, he closed his mouth over her pale mound and sucked, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin.

His hands traced her contours as they began a slow descent. His rough fingers felt delicious against her naked flesh.

Her pulse was pounding, and her soft, dewy lips opened in anticipation. The nerve endings in her clitoris screamed for attention. She became dizzy, almost overwhelmed with desire. She shuddered her surrender and widened her stance in silent invitation.

Jay reached between her thighs and in one swift movement stripped the lace from her hips. Her dark curls were damp with passion. When he petted her drenched folds and felt her liquid arousal, a deep, primal growl sounded in his throat.

He brought his mouth close to hers. “You’re so wet for me, baby.” There was a hungry gleam in his eyes.

He caressed her soft petals and opened her delicate pink lips. “Tell me, Laura. Did you enjoy stroking yourself as much as I enjoyed watching you?”

She drew a ragged breath and gathered the courage to answer. “Yes,” she admitted.

His lips brushed along her cheek. “Do you do that when you’re alone, sweetheart? Do you touch yourself?”

When she hesitated, he continued. “It’s okay to admit it. I do it, too.”

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