Page 11 of Pleasure Control

“Yes,” she whispered, “I like to touch myself.”

“Do you make yourself come?” The soft cadence of his tone rolled over her.

Like a bow pulled taut, she arched into him. “Yes.” Her skin grew damp, her breathing grew shallow. She’d never been so excited before.

Her honest response seemed to please him. He rewarded her by easing one long finger into her heated core. “Tonight, making you come will be my privilege,” he assured her, his voice full of tortured promise as his thickness pushed open the tight walls of her warm channel.

Fire licked over her thighs as his promising words nearly made her erupt on the spot.

His thumb climbed higher to stroke her fleshy clitoris. She drew a quick breath as his artful fingers worked magic.

“Tell me what you think about when you lie in bed at night and run your fingers over your body. Do you imagine it’s someone else’s hands caressing you?” Arousal edged his husky voice and curled around her.

She felt herself flush darker. “Yes.”

“Tell me who you think of, Laura,” he coaxed, his heat reaching out to her.

When she didn’t answer, he withdrew his finger and purposely nudged her clitoris.

She whimpered and wiggled, trying to force him back inside, where she needed him most.

The tip of his finger breached her slick opening. “Tell me,” he prodded, teasing his finger in an inch. “Tell me who you think of and I’ll give you what you want.”

There was something about the way he looked at her. It was as though he could see into the depths of her soul and read her every thought, her every emotion.

She gazed deep into his smoldering blue eyes and knew there was no sense in hiding the truth. “You, Jay. It’s you I think of,” she whispered. With that admission he growled and pushed his finger back inside.

The stab of pleasure between her legs made her breath catch. “Yes!” Her eyes slipped shut and she moaned. His finger felt so good inside her.

He found her mouth again and kissed her long and deep as his fingers kept up their gentle assault. A steady quiver erupted in her sex muscles as wave after wave began building deep inside her.

The barrage of pleasure weakened her knees. She coiled her arms around his neck and held on for fear of collapsing.

He backed her up until her legs touched the sofa. She immediately knew his intentions. She lowered herself onto the plush cushions and widened her legs, granting him entrance, letting him know in no uncertain terms what she craved.

He dropped to his knees and insinuated himself between her open thighs, his broad shoulders widening her legs. She watched his nostrils flare as he inhaled her aroused feminine scent as it saturated the room.

“Baby, you’re incredible.”

She raked her fingers through his hair and guided his mouth to where she needed it. “Please…” she begged, her heavy lids fluttering.

His tongue, teasing and tormenting, began a slow climb up her thighs. The heat of his mouth branded her quivering flesh as he approached the valley between her loins. She bucked her hips when she felt his warm breath on her nether lips. She’d never felt anything so delicious.

“Tell me you want me, sweetheart,” his muffled voice came from deep between her legs.

She sucked in air as her body exploded with fiery need. “I want you, Jay,” she cried out shamelessly, and fisted her hands in his long dark locks. “I’ve always wanted you.”

She shivered with delight at the first delicious touch of his tongue. His fingers sifted through her damp curls until they contacted her sensitive cleft. With light caresses he circled her puckered nub, coaxing it to come out to play as he feasted on her. As he rained kisses over her most private parts, she began moving, pressing against him, seeking what her body craved. God, she loved what he was doing to her. Surely she’d died and gone to heaven.

“Is it good for you, Laura? Do you like this?” he whispered. His warm breath rustled her damp hairs and tickled her flesh.

It thrilled her that he was concerned about her pleasure. “Oh yes, Jay. It’s good. It?

??s never been so good,” she admitted. “Please don’t stop.”

He pushed two thick fingers inside her, opening her wider, filling her to the hilt. The width of his fingers made her feel so deliciously full. The pleasure was almost too intense, almost too much for her to bear. He pumped into her. Hard. Fast. Changing the rhythm and tempo, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

In no time at all, a wave of heat engulfed her. As the earth began to move beneath her, she completely came apart in his arms. She pitched against him. “Yes, that’s it,” she cried out, her voice choppy, rough. A sudden, powerful quake began at her core and rippled onward and outward.

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