Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Luckily, whoever had made the massage table she was on seemed to understand that sometimes a male needed better access to his female. The bottom part of it split in half so that her legs could spread easily for him.
The height was adjustable too and soon Chain had it exactly where he needed it—and he was, himself, exactly where he needed to be—kneeling between Victoria’s thighs and contemplating her beautiful pussy.
But he didn’t just want to lick her while she lay there for him. He wanted her to participate—to direct the action and tell him exactly what to do, how to please her. There was nothing sexier, in his opinion
And, in fact, it was exactly what she was supposed to be doing.
“My Lady,” he said, looking up at Victoria, who was propped on her elbows watching him with a slightly dazed expression on her lovely face. “Direct me and tell me how best to please you…teach me.”
She seemed to understand his cue because her eyes widened and she nodded fractionally.
“Of course, Chain,” she murmured and reached down to run a hand through his hair. “You’re such a good student—the best I’ve ever had. But even a star pupil can use a little extra instruction sometimes.”
“Teach me then,” he begged her hoarsely. “What do you want me to do first, my Lady? How can I bring you pleasure?”
Her eyes grew wide…then dreamy and she seemed to be considering.
Chain waited for her directions, on his knees, between her thighs with his shaft rock-hard and snarling in his leathers.
He couldn’t wait to be taught.
* * * * *
Vicky watched him watching her and felt a wave of unreality rush over her. Was she really going to do this? Was she really going to continue the sex show by telling Chain exactly how she wanted him to touch her…to taste her?
Can I do this right? she wondered. After all, Kevin had refused to go down on her under any circumstances and he was the only man she’d ever had sex with. So she really didn’t know exactly how she liked to be tasted, since no man had ever tasted her before.
But how did you imagine it? a little voice in her head asked. How did you fantasize when you were reading those spicy romance novels you love so much?
Spicy romance novels were the only thing that had gotten her through the second half of her marriage to Kevin when the sex had dried up completely. And now she had the opportunity to write her own spicy scenario—right here in real life.
Again she thought that if she hadn’t soaked in the pool first, she never could have done this—not in front of an audience, anyway. But with Chain kneeling between her legs and staring at her with such heat in his midnight-blue eyes, she found it surprisingly easy to tune out everyone else but him.
“Chain,” she murmured, stroking her fingers through his thick, dark hair and looking at him. “I want you to kiss me all over—my knees, my thighs—and all around my pussy. But don’t put your mouth on me there yet. Do you understand?”
“Yes, my Lady.” Holding her eyes with his, he began to do exactly as she had directed.
Vicky sighed with pleasure as, starting at her right knee, he dropped hot, open-mouthed kisses slowly down her right inner thigh and then moved slowly up her left thigh, doing the same thing. His mouth on her seemed to light a fire in her belly and even though he hadn’t come near her pussy yet, she felt her inner muscles clenching with desire.
Chain continued to tease her until he had worshiped her thighs thoroughly with kisses and licks. Then, looking directly into her eyes, he leaned down and placed a hot kiss right on the top of her mound. He wasn’t kissing her inner pussy, so it didn’t count, Vicky told herself. But seeing him down there and watching the hunger in his intense gaze made her quiver inside.
“Chain,” she murmured, remembering she was supposed to be teaching him, “You’ve done such a good job on my thighs. Would you like to kiss my pussy now?”
“Gods, my Lady, yes.” The midnight-blue eyes were half-lidded and his deep voice was little more than a growl.
“Very well.”
Vicky reached down to run her hands through his thick hair again. With him on his knees before her, she felt like a goddess being worshipped—it was a heady, almost intoxicating feeling and one she wanted more of.
“Very well,” she repeated. “But you may only kiss me to start with. I want you to kiss my pussy as though you were kissing my mouth. Be gentle and sweet. Pretend…” She cleared her throat, feeling her cheeks burning. “Pretend I’ve never had this done to me before,” she told him, hoping he would understand. “Pretend this is my first time being, uh, tasted and you want to be extra careful not to frighten me or scare me off.”