As moisture pooled between her thighs, she stepped back and ran her hands over the Tantra chair, wondering if he caught the sweet tang of her arousal. She lifted one eyebrow. “Have you used one of these before, Marc?” She pulled out the brochure and scanned the numerous positions, her hands trembling with need. “It’s great for a thigh workout, if you’re riding on top, that is.”
The air around them charged, and her body quaked as she pictured herself on top of Marc, riding his cock with wild abandon. Then she took note of another possible position. Her on her knees, Marc’s cock in her mouth, and she knew exactly what she wanted to do first. She placed her hand on her stomach, where need gathered in a ball, and Marc’s gaze shifted to her breasts.
Before she knew what was happening, he took charge and was on her, his hungry lips on hers, his hands moving over her body, pushing, pulling, giving and taking like he couldn’t get enough of her. As much as she wanted him to take her again, pleasure her the way no other man ever had, she grabbed his hands and anchored them to his sides.
“Uh-uh. I’m the winner. I get to play it my way.”
“You’re only the winner because you cheated.”
She put her hands on his abdomen, taking pleasure in his tight muscles, and grinned. “Such a sore loser.”
“I’m not—”
Candace slipped her hand into his shorts and captured his cock, his words of protests suddenly forgotten, replaced by a heated moan. Now that she had him right where she wanted him—not a speck of hesitation on his face—she tugged at his shirt determined to find out if there could be more between them. If he was a man who could like her for who she was, because so far she liked everything about him.
She gestured with nod of her head. “I want these clothes gone, and then I want you to lie down on that chair for me. I’m in need of a thigh workout.”
He brushed the back of his hands over her face and his touch went right through her. “Only if you let me undress you. I want you naked with me.”
She sensed he was a man used to taking charge and taking care of others. But she wanted him to let his guard down with her so she could show him how good it was let someone take care of his needs. She was so used to men taking what they wanted that until Marc she had no idea such giving, considerate men existed.
“Will you get naked with me, sweetheart?”
The vulnerability she heard in his voice tugged at her insides. When she nodded, he slipped his big rough hands under her shirt and slowly removed it, her bra quickly following. He then dropped to his knees and inched her shorts and panties down, his mouth so close to her skin she could feel his hot breath whispering over her thighs.
Once he had her naked, he stood, took a step back and just stared at her, his gaze caressing her body. “You’re so damn sexy.”
Candace quivered under his lusty glance, her breasts swollen, hot, aching to feel his mouth. But first, she wanted to taste him, to have her wicked way with him, the way he’d had it with her.
“You’re still overdressed,” she murmured seductively, loving the easy intimacy between them, the way she felt so comfortable with him as she stood there completely naked. There was no shyness, no awkwardness.
With that he made short work of his clothes and moved to the chair like she’d asked. He sprawled out, the curves shaping his hard athletic body. The position accentuated his washboard stomach, his firm thighs and his beautiful rock-hard cock, which was jutting out at her, clamoring for her undivided attention.
Muscles rippling, he reached for her. “Come here, sweetheart.”
Instead of joining him on the chair, Candace kneeled on the floor before him and leaned forward. She rubbed her palms along the chair’s soft suede fabric and pressed her breasts against it, stimulating her nipples. She wanted these next few minutes to be just about him.
His breathing grew shallow, and his deft fingers raced through her hair as his cock jolted. “Candace what—?”
“Winner takes all,” she whispered before she closed her mouth over his cock, taking as much of him in as possible but knowing she’d never be able to take all where his impressive size was concerned.
As she worked her mouth up and down his cock, she tilted her head to see him. His dark eyes smoldered and his breathing hitched as he watched her. When her hair fell forward, he brushed it back and gave her a tender smile. Candace’s heart fluttered, thrilled with the way he was studying her, concentrating on the action. Goodness, she really was an exhibitionist at heart.
She skated her tongue over his crown and tasted the pre-come on the tip. “Mmm.”
Her moans of pleasure seemed to trigger a reaction. He fisted her hair and lifted his hips from the chair, powering upward as he chased an orgasm. His veins filled with blood and Candace could feel his pressure mounting. She greedily drew him in deeper, loving how he responded to her.
“Do you like that, baby? Do you like to suck my cock?”
Instead of answering she slipped her hand lower and cradled his balls. As her hand milked his rock-hard shaft, it occurred to her that being with him felt so intimate, so right. A riot of emotions erupted inside her, and she rocked forward, her pussy aching to feel him inside her.
His muscles spasmed, and as she continued to take pleasure in kissing and tasting him, she could sense his tension. When
