“You are an attractive, sexy woman.” His voice, smooth as velvet, caressed her senses, sending tremors through her body.
She took another sip of wine, then placed her glass on the table. Her fingers curled around the top button of her blouse, then she undid it. She dipped her fingers under the fabric and between her breasts. His gaze was glued to her hand. She released the next button, exposing a little bit of lace on her bra. She ran her fingers along the sides of her blouse, parting the fabric a fraction more, loving the heat shimmering in his eyes as he watched. She released the next three buttons, then parted the fabric to reveal her black lace bra.
She tugged the blouse from her waistband and pushed it off her shoulders, allowing both her suit jacket and blouse to fall to the floor. As she reached behind to unfasten the button of her skirt, she was well aware of how her breasts pushed forward. She slipped the skirt from her hips and dropped it to the floor, then stepped out of it and kicked it away. Now she stood in front of him in only her black lace bra and pan ties, a garter belt, and stockings.
“My God, you are . . . incredible,” he said.
She stepped toward him, her hips swaying, and she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. Her body, including her semi-naked breasts, pressed against the smooth fabric of his shirt, while the coarser wool of his casual blazer brushed her sides. The heat of his body . . . the textures of his clothing . . . the hot moistness of his mouth as her tongue swirled inside his . . . all provided a sensuous onslaught.
Anxious to feel his naked body against hers, she reached for his shirt buttons and began undoing them. She drew her mouth from his and eased back. He flicked the last few buttons loose then shrugged free of his shirt and jacket. His massive chest, contoured with muscles, took her breath away. She ran the flat of her hand across the silky steel of his tightly defined abs . . . then downward. He flung open his jeans and dropped them to the floor, then kicked them aside. She stroked over the massive bulge in his briefs and he groaned.
He grasped her wrist and drew her hand to his lips, then kissed it.
She cupped his cheek and gazed at him. “Don’t you want me to touch you?” she asked, her voice sultry.
“I do, I just . . .”
“Want to keep control?”
He smiled and nodded.
“So . . . what if you don’t? What if you just let yourself lose control?”
J. M. had been finding it difficult to keep control with Kara. Seeing her sexy body . . . feeling her hands on him . . . her mouth . . . He had years of Tantra training . . . was used to keeping control of his arousal . . . controlling when he climaxed. Yet one touch of her hand and he felt ready to burst.
What would happen if he just let go of control? No matter what, he didn’t want to make it obvious he used Tantric techniques. Not since he knew she’d read his book and was against the idea of Tantra. Another time, when they could discuss it. He didn’t want to ruin tonight with a possible argument.
She smiled and stroked down his chest. Her delicate fingers brushed over his flesh . . . over his abs . . . toward his aching cock. He sucked in a shallow breath as she brushed over his cock again, then pushed aside the cotton of his briefs and freed his aching member.
She wrapped both hands around his erection . . . and simply gazed at it. It twitched within her grasp. She pressed one hand against his chest, keeping the other firmly wrapped around his shaft, then backed him up until he felt the couch behind him, and he sat down. She crouched in front of him and slid the briefs off, then . . . oh, her lips wrapped around him and she swallowed his cockhead into her hot, moist mouth.
Copyright © 2010 by Elizabeth Batten-Carew
