And hers for the taking.
“What should I do now?” she wondered aloud.
“Come here,” he answered gruffly.
“Not quite yet,” she sighed, turning toward him until her body was in profile. She saw his gaze drop to the hardened tips of her breasts, saw his eyes darken as he licked his lips. And she felt herself tauten even more, as the mental image of his tongue on her sent a new rush of heat through her body.
She brought one hand to her breast, curving around the underside, pushing herself up, like some delectable offering. “Is this what you want?” she whispered.
His voice was nothing but a growl. “You know what I want.”
“Mmm, yes,” she murmured, “but what about in the meantime? Aren’t things sweeter when we’re forced to wait for them?”
“You have no idea,” he said roughly.
She looked down at her breast. “I wonder what would happen if I do… this,” she said, and then she moved her fingers to her nipple, rolling it about, her body twitching as the motion sent shivers down to the very center of her being.
“Frannie,” Michael groaned. She glanced up at him. His lips were parted, and his eyes were glazed with desire.
“I like it,” Francesca said, almost in wonderment. She’d never touched herself this way, never even thought to until this very moment, with Michael as her captive audience. “I like it,” she said again, then brought her other hand to her other breast and pleasured them in unison. She pushed them up and together, her hands making a sultry corset.
“Oh, my God,” Michael moaned.
“I had no idea I could do this,” she said, arching her back.
“I can do it better,” he gasped.
“Mmm, you probably could,” she acceded. “You’ve had lots of practice, haven’t you?” And she shot him a look, one of sophisticated elegance, as if she were comfortable with the fact that he’d seduced scores of women. And the strange truth was, until this very moment, she rather thought she had been.
Now he was hers. Hers to tempt and hers to enjoy, and as long as she had him exactly where she wanted him, she wasn’t going to think of those other women. They weren’t here in this room. It was just her, and Michael, and the sizzling heat rising between them.
She edged closer to the bed, batting his hand away when he reached toward her. “If I let you touch one, will you make me a promise?” she murmured.
“Anything.”
“Nothing more,” she said, her tone slightly officious. “You may do what I allow you and nothing more.”
He nodded jerkily.
“Lie back,” she ordered.
He did as she asked.
She climbed onto the bed, not allowing their bodies to touch in any way. Raising herself onto all fours, she let herself to sway above him, and then softly she said, “One hand, Michael. You may use one hand.”
With a groan that sounded as if it were ripped from his throat, he reached for her, his hand large enough to grasp her entire breast. “Oh, my God,” he gasped, his body jerking as he squeezed her. “Both hands, please,” he begged.
She couldn’t resist him. That one simple touch was reducing her to pure flame, and even as she wanted to exert her power over him, she couldn’t say no. Nodding because she could barely speak, she arched her back, and then suddenly both of his hands were on her, kneading, caressing, whipping her already heightened senses into a frenzy.
“The tip,” she whispered. “Do what I did.”
He smiled stealthily, giving her the impression that she might no longer be quite as much in charge as she thought, but he did as she commanded, his fingers torturing her nipples.
And as promised, he was better at it than she was.
Her body bucked, and she almost lost the strength to hold herself up. “Take me in your mouth,” she ordered, but her voice was not so authoritative any longer. She was begging him, and they both knew it.
But she wanted it. Oh, how she wanted it. John, for all his ebullience in bed, had never loved her breasts the way Michael had done the night before. He’d never suckled her, never shown her how lips and teeth could make her entire body squirm. Francesca hadn’t even known that a man and woman could do such a thing.
But now that she did, she couldn’t stop fantasizing about it.
“Come lower,” Michael said softly, “if you want me to remain lying down.”
Still on her hands and knees, she leaned down, allowing one breast to swing achingly close to his mouth.
He did nothing at first, forcing her to swing lower and lower, until her nipple was brushing lightly across his lips.
“What do you want, Francesca?” he asked, his breath hot and moist over her.
“You know,” she whispered.
“Say it again.”
She wasn’t in charge anymore. She knew it, but she was past caring. His voice held the soft edge of authority, but she was too far gone to do anything but obey.
‘Take me in your mouth,“ she said again.
His head snapped up and his lips nipped her, tugging her down until she was in a position for him to have his leisurely way with her. He tickled and teased, and she felt herself sinking deeper into his spell, losing her will and her strength, wanting nothing but to lie down on her back and allow him to do whatever he wanted to her.
“Now what?” he asked politely, not releasing her from his lips. “More of this? Or”-he swirled his tongue in a particularly wicked fashion-“something else?”
“Something else,” she gasped, and she wasn’t sure if it was because she wanted something else or because she didn’t think she could stand one more minute of what he was doing just then.
“You’re in charge,” he said, his voice holding the barest hint of mocking. “I’m yours to command.”
“I want… I want…” She was breathing too hard to finish the sentence. Or maybe she just didn’t know what she wanted.
“Shall I offer you a few selections?”
She nodded.
He trailed one finger down the center of her belly to her womanhood. “I could touch you here,” he said in a devilish whisper, “or if you’d prefer, I could kiss you.”
Her body tightened at the thought.
“But that presents new questions,” he said. “Do you lie back and allow me to kneel between your legs, or do you remain above me and lower yourself onto my mouth?”
“Oh, my God!” She didn’t know. She just didn’t know that such things were possible.
“Or,” he said thoughtfully, “you could take me into your mouth. I’m quite certain I would enjoy it, although I must say, it’s not really in the tenor of the interlude.”
Francesca felt her lips part with shock, and she couldn’t help but peer down at his manhood, large and ready for her. She had kissed John there once or twice, when she’d felt particularly daring, but to take it into her mouth?
It was too scandalous. Even in her present state of debauchery.
“No,” Michael said with an amused smile. “Another time, perhaps. I can tell you’ll be a most cunning pupil.”
Francesca nodded, unable to believe what she was promising.
“So for now,” he said, “those are our options, or…”
“Or what?” she asked, her voice more of a harsh whisper.
His hands settled on her hips. “Or we could just proceed right to the main course,” he said commandingly, exerting a gentle but steady pressure on her, guiding her down toward the evidence of his desire. “You could ride me. Have you ever done that?”
She shook her head.
