She swept George’s frame with bedroom eyes,slow so she wouldn’t miss an inch. He sat up straighter in thewooden chair. By the growing bulge in his trousers, he found herscrutiny arousing.
Her heart tapped an erratic rhythm and shebreathed faster. She’d never had the opportunity or a good enoughreason to want to wield such power over a man. Could she manage it?She grasped for calm and held on to it by her fingernails. Thememory of lying on top of him in the bed of the wagon resurfaced.She’d enjoyed his hardness pressed against her, his heat radiatinginto her core. If George hadn’t stopped her that kind old man wouldthink she was a hussy. Now they were alone in the barn and couldpick up where they’d left off. She’d enjoy herself this evening ordie trying.
“We can share the pallet,” she said in ahusky voice.
George’s eyes widened. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, if you have to agree to my rules.”
Lying together on the deck of the Queen Bee had seemed less intimate. Sharing a bedimplied their relationship had progressed to the next step. By thehappiness and hunger in George’s eyes, he knew this. The top of the ladder representedmarriage. Did George want to exchange vows and be bound to her? Shepictured herself as his wife, but that could never happen withCoswell on her trail. Still, she would give herself to this man;give herself freely for the first time in her life. She lovedhim.
“Yes, ma’am. What are your rules?” Georgeturned redder by the second, adjusting himself in front of her.
Like she hadn’t seen that before. Was heinexperienced? Maybe that was why he hadn’t pushed the issue. Thatwould work in her favor. She could teach him a thing or two andrelish in her power over him.
She had wanted him for weeks. Except shewanted him on her terms—would he understand? She sauntered over tohim accentuating the sway of her hips.
“Allison, I—”
“Shh,” she said, pulling down his tansuspenders. “I want to take this slow. You’ll let me, won’t you?”She took her time, teasing, her breasts in his face. Kneeling infront of him, she positioned herself in front of his crotch. Shestarted at his knees and slowly crept her hands up George’s thighs,stopping to unfasten his trousers. His hard cock sprang free.
“Yes,” he hissed.
A thrum of pleasure rushed to her core at thesight. She’d never seen one so sturdy. She wrapped her hand aroundhis arousal and brought her mouth toward his cock to give the tip atentative lick. He tasted spicy, deliciously spicy.
Sweat beaded on his forehead. “Oh, God.”
She continued to taste him in longerstrokes.
“This. Feels. So. Good.” He moaned but did not move.
George’s chiseled chest rose and fellquickly, enticing her. She wanted to lick his tight nipples, too.He swelled inside her mouth and his saltiness spread across hertongue.
Threading his fingers through her hair, hepulled encouraging her to take more of his cock.
Allison struggled to breathe, and she pulledback. “I am ready now. I want to feel you inside me.” She smiled upat him and rose to her feet.
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His nervousness was adorable. Grier had been soconfident and cocky. She didn’t realize some men were unsure ofthemselves in the bedroom. It was a very attractive quality.
Pulling her dress off her shoulders, sherevealed her smooth brown flesh. The green fabric slid down hershapely frame and dropped to her feet. She stepped out, standing inher gray shift, the garment so worn it was see through inplaces.
She hadn’t cared before, but now she feltragged. His brother owned property. Not too many colored men couldsay that. Frederick had seemed nice to her at supper, but he didn’thide the fact he hadn’t approved.
Mentally she shook her head. Frederick wastaken. She didn’t need to win him over; she needed to win overGeorge.
“Allison, I haven’t had much…”
“It’s all right,” she said, running her handdown his arm. “I’ll show you. You know of my past with my master…”her voice cracked. It was difficult bringing it up in the heat ofthe moment, but Mrs. Brown knew best.
“Yes.”
“I’m tired of feeling like a victim. Lyingthere on the bed … frightens me. I need to try somethingdifferent.”
“I understand,” George said. “You do what youneed to do.”
Tears sprang to her eyes. “You’ll let me takecontrol?”
“I want you to feel comfortable.” He grabbedher hand and pulled her to him and gave her a gentle kiss on herpalm.
Taking off her shift, she stood naked beforehim. She hadn’t worn any other undergarments in all her life. Emmaprobably had drawers under her petticoats. Life had been kinder toher. Her burning desire took the chill out of the loft. SoonGeorge’s skin would warm her own.
She had a chance to get what she wanted,enjoying sex for a change. She straddled George in his chair. Thechair creaked. Would it hold their combined weight? She rockedslightly.
George tensed and held his breath. She kissedhim on the cheek and then peppered a path to his ear. “Relax,” shewhispered. “This doesn’t hurt.” She lowered herself down toGeorge’s cock. His thick head touched her folds and they gasped inunison.
George sat, paralyzed, his hands gripping thesides of his chair. “You’re not relaxing,” Allison said, nibblingon his earlobe.
George’s jaw dropped, and she caught hislips, plunging her tongue in at the same time she lowered herselfall the way onto his shaft.
He sighed in her mouth.
Allison pulled back and grinned. She hadn’teven moved yet, still getting used to his throbbing girth. Despitehis inexperience, he was all man, much bigger than Grier.
She had not planned on making love to aboard. She continued kissing him all over and worked the tensionout of his body. “There you go,” she said, encouraging. “You canget into it.”
He grunted.
She rolled her eyes. Men.
“There are better places for your hands.”Allison rubbed her breasts across George’s face. Her pebblednipples grazed his lips and he moaned. He drew one into his mouthand Allison inhaled sharply. “Touch me.”
His tongue teased and toyed the sensitivebud. Growing wetter under his ministrations,
