Page 21 of Flirt Away

Her breathing became labored. She couldn’t form words if she tried. She shifted her body, lifting her leg.

Before she knew what was happening, he pulled her into his arms and carried her to one of the chairs. “This might be a more comfortable position for you where you can also watch.” He sucked on two of his fingers before driving them into her shamelessly.

She gripped his shoulders and gasped.

He repeated the motion. “Do you like this?”

“Yes.” She slid her hand down her stomach and joined his hand, much like he’d done with her the other night.

“That’s it. Show me.”

Never in her life had she touched herself in front of a man, but Zane watched intently as she pleasured herself.

Then he batted her hand away. “My turn.”

He repeated exactly what she’d done. Only better.

And then he spread her legs wider and lowered his head.

She gathered his hair in her hands and sat up a little taller. She needed to see him giving her the pure passion she’d denied herself, even during the years she’d believed she was this great sexual being who loved her body.

She’d accepted that she was a plus-sized girl.

She’d accepted she was a loveable woman.

She’d even accepted she was a sexual being.

But she’d never believed that she deserved the kind of satisfaction she told her patients—or those who read her blog—they should demand from their partners.

The slow build began at her toes and inched up past her calves.

He caught her gaze and held it for a long moment while his tongue did what could only be described as the most wonderful dirty dance imaginable. He brought her to the edge but didn’t let her go over.

Then he did it again.

And again.

Until she couldn’t take it anymore. Only she wanted her release to happen when he was inside her, not like this. Not this time.

“Kiss me,” she demanded.

“I am.”

She tugged at his hair, pulling his mouth to her lips while frantically unbuttoning his pants and yanking at them. She shoved him into one of the chairs and pulled his slacks and boxers to his ankles before tossing them to the side. In all her sexual experiences, she usually avoided being on top. Or in a seated position. And now that she was climbing on top of him, she understood the real reasons why.

No matter who she’d been with, there had been a small bit of shame about her size. It wasn’t because she didn’t love herself or her body, but rather because the men she’d chosen to be with, while they cared about her, still wanted her to be different.

Smaller.

Worse.

Sexier.

But not Zane.

He grabbed her hips and thrust up into her. Hard.

She arched her back and groaned, holding his shoulders, digging her fingers into his skin.

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