A moment later he found her beaded nipples and began rolling them between his thumb and fingers. Pinching, squeezing, and pulling. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he’d push her further beyond her boundaries. Then, giving her reprieve, he’d switch tactics, caressing her softly, gently, easing the throbbing ache. The mixture of pain and pleasure was most exquisite.
“Your breasts are beautiful.” For a brief moment she thought she saw a flash of possessiveness in his eyes. Surely she was mistaken. “Have you ever orgasmed from a man touching your nipples, Cat?”
His rich baritone sent a barrage of erotic sensations straight to her damp pussy. Her sex muscles began to shudder and clench. She rocked in her seat, pushing her hooded clitoris against the seam of her jeans, searching for some kind of release, something to help quell the unbearable ache. God, she’d never felt so crazed, so frantic.
“No,” she moaned as passion exploded through her. He smiled and she wondered why that pleased him. Did he want to be the first to try? The first to succeed? Did that matter to him somehow?
He dusted kisses over her neck and whispered in the softest sexiest voice, “Then it’s time you did.”
She gasped. Lord, there she went, gasping again. Man, she really needed to work on that.
“And I’m just the man to do it.”
Her hands tightened on his thighs, nails digging into his flesh. She swallowed, wanting to believe it possible, but knowing her body didn’t work that way. Not unless Sam was some kind of miracle worker.
She looked heavenward. Please let Sam be a miracle worker.
“I don’t think I can, Sam.”
“Well see about that.” The fierce determination in his voice made her mouth go dry. She arched into him, hot and wanting. Wet anticipation dampened her panties.
Her hand slipped off his thighs and nestled between her legs. Desperate for pleasure, she gave herself a light stroke, in an effort to ease the tension. Unfortunately, the friction only aroused her more. She moaned and rubbed her thumb over her aching clit.
Sam caught her action in the mirror. “Dammit, Cat.” She heard the clench of his teeth and the lusty groan low in his throat. Without warning he caught hold of her wrist and stopped her. Cat sensed he was on the edge, and pleasuring herself would ultimately send him hurtling over.
“Put it back,” he ordered, sharply. “Tonight it’s my job to touch you.”
With excruciating slowness, he trailed his fingers over her flesh, his teeth scraping over her neck, his lips pressing hot kisses against her skin. Sensations closed in on her as he stroked her with expertise. She squeezed her lids and moaned, almost delirious with want.
“Open your eyes, Cat. I need to see your responses.” His voice was low, coaxing, demanding.
She rested her head against his shoulder, clenched her fingers around his hard thigh muscles, and struggled to find her voice. Her lips caught between her teeth, her breath shuddered.
“I can’t, Sam. It’s too intense.”
He pressed his lips close to her ear, close to that erogenous zone that made her tremble like a wanton woman. His heated breath scorched her skin as he spoke. Her body responded with a shudder.
“Yes you can, babe. Do it for me.”
Her lids fluttered open. Her glance collided with his. The dark desire she met in his eyes completely unglued her. Her heavy breasts, encased in his warm hands, filled with heated blood.
She’d never come from nipple stimulation before, but the seductive room, the expert ministrations of his hands, and the emotions Sam pulled from her raised her passion to new heights.
Sam drew his finger to his mouth, licked it, and placed it over her nipple. Her whole body went up in flames. The wet, hot sensation pushed her to the edge of sanity. Oh God! She bit down on her lip and flushed darker. Sam touched her so deeply she feared she’d never be the same after this night.
“Ahh, I see you like that. Let me see what else you like. What other responses I can pull from you.”
He applied more pressure to her sensitive nerve endings, determined to make her soak her panties right then and there. She moaned and arched into his touch, deciding that was a damn good idea.
He began panting heavily in response to her blatant need. Their aroused scents mingled. His breath became hotter and faster against the column of her neck. His sheer excitement pushed her passion impossibly higher.
He inched back, leaving cold where there was once heat. Her hands slid off his thighs and fell to her sides. “No, don’t stop, Sam. Please…” Lord, she’d never heard such desperation in her voice before. She began to shake and vibrate with sexual frustration.
She heard a soft chuckle, but she didn’t particularly find his sexual torture amusing.
With slow, confident moves, he stood and circled around to face her hard-on…err…straight on. His eyes dropped to her swollen, achy, exposed breasts. Promise glittered in his piercing blue eyes.
“I’m just getting started, Cat.”
Oh, good.
Dark, prominent nipples quivered under his hungry gaze. She cupped her orbs in offering as if to say, “Then get started.” His growl filled her with raw lust.
Pushing gently on her shoulders, he lowered her on the bench until she found herself flat on her back. Oh hell, he’d hung a mirror on the ceiling too. Her throat closed over. Had he somehow tapped into one of her nightly fantasies?
Sam sat facing her and drew her legs up until they rested over his. Uncomfortable in her damp panties, she shimmied her backside, aching for him to remove them. His eyes fixed on her swaying breasts. God, she really was a wanton woman.
His lips twitched. “Soon, Cat. I promise.”
She’d never met anyone so in
