He tipped his head, going along with her charade. 'And why's that?'
'I want to watch you when I make love to you sitting on that chair, and you'll get to do the same.'
Hedonistic images projected in his mind, of the two of them intimately entwined in the heat of passion. He groaned, knowing the fantasy would soon become reality, with both of them being voyeurs to each other's pleasure, and their own.
'All you have to do is tell me what you want, and it's yours.' Her fingers glided over the full swell of her breasts, then she toyed with the thin strap holding up her sexy gown. 'Would you like me to strip for you?'
'No, not yet.' Refusing her request tested his restraint, but he knew how one look at her naked body could make him rush headlong into a quick tryst. Tonight, he wanted to take his time with her, wanted to savor and enjoy her playful, uninhibited behavior. 'Though I would like to know if you're wearing any panties.'
'The negligee didn't come with any.' She shrugged, feigning an innocence that turned him on even more. 'Was I supposed to wear a pair?'
Undeniable excitement pulsed through him. 'Sweetheart, I'll take you just the way you are, which makes it nice and convenient for me.' He crooked a finger at her, inviting her closer. 'I want you to come here and sit on my lap.'
She glided across the space separating them, and instead of sitting sideways on his thighs like he expected, she settled her bottom against his groin and leaned her back against his naked chest. Looking into the mirror in front of him, he could easily see how her legs were positioned primly between his, with her feet flat on the floor and her knees locked together in a shy, modest manner that contradicted her vixen appearance and actions.
The back of her head came to rest on his shoulder, and she turned her face toward his, a sinful smile on her lips. 'Is this okay?'
He settled his hands on her waist, just because he'd waited too long to touch her. And he wanted to make sure she stayed put. 'It's not quite what I had in mind, but I'll make do.' Wedging his feet in between hers, he draw her knees apart, spreading her legs wide open for him. The silky material of her gown draped along her thighs and covered all her feminine secrets, but not for long.
He buried his lips against the side of her neck, and moved them up to her ear. 'Look in the mirror, Natalie,' he said, and placed his hands on her thighs.
She obeyed, watching as he gradually slid the hem of her negligee upward until he'd exposed the soft, swollen lips of her sex. His entire body constricted with a sizzling stroke of heat, and he lightly ran his fingers through the dark blond curls covering her mound.
'Mmm, absolutely perfect,' he said, his tone low and rough with arousal.
She squirmed restlessly on his lap, her breathing deepening.
He knew what she wanted. Knew what she needed. But she'd been the one to suggest something erotic tonight, and he wasn't about to let her off so easily. 'There's something incredibly exciting about watching a woman pleasuring herself,' he murmured as he brushed his lips against her jaw and let his hands drift up her arms. 'I want to watch you touch yourself.
Hooking his thumbs beneath the straps holding up her gown, he slid them over her shoulders and down her arms. The shimmery fabric pooled around her slim waist, revealing her taut, heavy breasts to both of their gazes. Her large, darkly flushed nipples pulled tight with desire. With her wanton and naked on his lap and with longing darkening her eyes, she was the very essence of feminine sexuality.
'God, you're so damned beautiful,' he murmured, in awe of her grace, elegance and sensuality. Taking her hands, he flattened her palms on her breasts and helped knead the supple flesh with their entwined fingers until she picked up a rhythm she liked best. She moaned in protest when his hands drifted away to let her take over on her own.
'Do whatever feels good,' he coaxed, and groaned when she rolled the tips of her breasts between her fingers and pinched them just hard enough to make her breath catch and her back arch into her hands.
And that's all it took for her to lose herself in the provocative fantasy he'd spun and to embrace her body's restless needs, to satisfy the carnal cravings he knew had her so on edge. Her palms skimmed lower, and he watched, completely captivated, as her fingers fluttered along the inside of her splayed thighs, and finally delved through her damp curls and into her wet heat with a long, slow stroke that made her gasp, shudder, and come apart.
Her head fell back, and a soft, wrenching cry escaped her throat as her orgasm hit, hard and intense. Her hips rocked into her fingers, and her bottom rubbed against his rock-hard erection, forcing him to grit his teeth to keep from coming with her.
Giving her a few moments to float down from her high, he brushed his lips along her flushed cheek and gently fondled her breasts to maximize her pleasure until the last of the shock waves rippling through her body receded. Finally, she went lax against him, her lashes fluttered back open, and she met his gaze in the mirror with a lazy, replete smile.
Turning her head to look up at him, she lifted a hand and trailed her fingers along his jaw. 'My plan was to have my way with
Catching her wrist in a gentle hold, he brought her hand to his mouth so he could deliberately nibble and lick the taste of her off her fingers. 'Here's your chance,' he murmured with a wicked grin. 'Finish undressing me.'
Obeying his request, she slid to the floor in front of him. She removed her gown, tossed it aside, and pushing his knees open, she moved in between. Slowly, deliberately, she eased the tab of his zipper down and over the thick shaft stretching tight the front of his jeans, then she grasped the waistband and pulled both his pants and briefs down his legs and off, leaving him just as naked as she was.
Wetting her lips with her tongue as if he were a sensual feast she was about to devour, she encircled his hard length with her soft, slender fingers and squeezed his erect flesh. A drop of pre-come appeared, and she used her thumb to spread the silky bead of moisture over the broad tip of his penis and along the ridge of his shaft. His stomach muscles flexed, his cock pulsed in response, and a lustful groan rumbled in his chest, encouraging her to continue.
The sweetest, most seductive smile appeared on her lips. 'Now it's your turn to watch,' she said, and took him into her mouth.
He sucked in a swift breath as the overwhelming sensations of slick heat and electrifying pleasure overwhelmed him. With effort, he dragged his gaze back to the mirror, taking in the woman kneeling in front of him and the erotic vision he was a part of. As she swayed forward to take him deeper, her hair swept across her cheek, blocking his view. Caught up in the fantasy she'd created, he gathered the soft strands into his fist and drew it away from her face, giving him an unobstructed view of her making love to him in such a generous way.
The last time she'd pleasured him, he'd believed it was all a lascivious dream. Now he enjoyed every bit of reality-of having her soft lips surrounding him, mouth suckling, and her wet tongue lapping and swirling from the base of his shaft, all the way up to the sensitized tip- until his climax sizzled just below the surface and the exquisite stimulation was too much for him to bear.
Groaning roughly, he tightened his fingers in her hair and pulled her away. She glanced up at him with dark eyes that questioned his reasons for stopping her when it was clear she would have gladly taken him all the way.
'I want to be inside of you when I come,' he said, the answer coming from the depths of his soul, the longing to be buried in her tight heat and warmth both an emotional and physical need. 'Straddle my waist and ride me, Natalie.'
She reached over to the dresser and grabbed the small square packet she must have put there before he arrived. She quickly sheathed him with the condom, then stood, widening her stance and moving over his thighs so she could sit astride his lap. With her hands gripping his shoulders and him guiding his shaft into her body, she slowly lowered herself, taking him inch by excruciating inch, until she was completely seated on his thighs and he was buried to the hilt.
She sighed but didn't move, and he understood the need to savor the moment, the perfection of their joining, the utter closeness, and the way she clasped him so tightly. Opening his mouth against her throat, he lazily licked her skin and dragged his hands down her smooth back. Once he reached her bottom, he pulled her tighter, deeper against him.
