Satisfaction Guaranteed(37)

“That’s how I want you,” I tell her. “Hot. Wet. Aching.”

“You’ve got me that way.” Desire blazes in her brown eyes. “Do you like imagining me trying this on? Wondering how I looked in the dressing room?”

Our words are the first step in tonight’s seduction. “I picture you in front of the mirror, gazing at your reflection, checking out how the bra pushes up your perfect tits. I bet you felt a rush of heat between your legs, knowing how much I’d want to rip these off you, knowing you’d drive me crazy looking like this.”

She shudders against me, her breath coming in a rush. “Do I? Drive you wild?”

“What do you think?”

She darts out a hand, stroking my hard-on through my jeans, her lips curving into a deliciously self-satisfied grin. “Yes. Wild. I think that’s a fair assessment.”

I push against her palm as she strokes my length. “Now that we’ve established we’re operating at off-the-charts levels of lust, there’s something I want to make clear.” I move my hands up her body until I’m holding her face.

“What is it?” A flicker of nerves crosses her brown eyes.

I shake my head, reassuring her. “Nothing you need to worry about. That’s the thing. I don’t want you to become obsessed with reaching the summit. I’m not saying you are. I just want you to feel good. Don’t think about the orgasm. If you have one, great. If you don’t, that’s okay too.”

“Are you sure?”

I smile. “Yes. I’m positive.”

“But the other night you said you wanted me to have one.”

“I know I said that, and I do want it, and you want it too.” I stroke the backs of my fingers across her cheek. “But what I’m trying to say is let’s take it as it goes. One moment at a time.”

She leans into my touch like a cat. “I can do that.”

“Don’t focus on the endgame if you can help it. Enjoy the ride, and whatever happens, happens. Does that sound good?”

“It sounds great. No one’s ever said that to me before.”

I cringe for a second, hating that we have to bring the past into the conversation, but I know it’s critical. “Has anyone ever tried to get you there? I mean, really tried?”

She shakes her head. “One guy tried to go harder, faster to get me there. Most didn’t care that I hadn’t come. The times I faked it, no one figured it out.”

A part of me likes that she’s never trusted anyone enough to tell them. Another piece wants to laugh at those poor schmucks for not even being able to add up the clues. Yet, another portion realizes what’s most important. She’s giving me the keys. She’s never given them to anyone else.

“You’ve found someone who is obsessed with your pleasure. Let me show you what that’s like.” Taking her hand, I walk her to my bedroom, flick on the light, and bring her to my bed. She lies down, resplendent and decadent on my navy-blue comforter.

“You, in that pink bra with your waves of blonde hair and your big brown eyes and your smooth skin—you look like a perfect piece of candy on a summer day, and I want to lick you all over.”

A shiver seems to run through her, like the prospect delights her senses. “Is that what you’re going to do?”

“Tomorrow is for burying my face between your legs and tasting you coming on my tongue. Tonight we have other plans, and you know it.” I head over to the nightstand. “You’re not the only one who did a little shopping.”

She sits up, eagerly clasping her hands. “What’d you get? What’d you get?”

After opening the drawer, I take out the gift I purchased for her. Her eyes widen when she sees the blue dolphin. “I figured we should set you up for success the first time.”

“Are you going to fuck me with that toy?” She says each word like she thoroughly enjoys the filthy way they roll around on her tongue. That’s yet another clue. Sloane wants to be unleashed. She wants to give in to abandon. She wants to feel everything she hasn’t felt with a man before. And I’m the lucky bastard who gets to guide her there.

I drag the silicone head of the toy down her belly. “Yes, I’m going to fuck you hard with this vibrator. So hard and so good that you’re going to grab the sheets, cry out in pleasure, and wonder how you’re ever going to fuck yourself solo again. I’m going to make it that good.”

She arches up against the toy and lets out the neediest groan. “I can’t take it anymore. Just get me naked and do bad things to me.”





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When she puts it like that . . .

I slide down her panties, my breath evacuating from my lungs in a hot rush.

Shyly, almost demurely, she parts one leg only, like she’s offering me a glimpse of the promised land. “We could take your pants off too, Dr. Goodman,” she says.

“And will that turn you on even more?”

She slides a hand between her thighs, running a finger through her slickness, then offering it to me. “You tell me. Is it possible for me to be more turned on?”

Groaning with the intense need to touch, to taste, to have, I bring her finger to my lips and suck. My eyes roll back in my head, and I savor the sweet and salty taste of her. Pleasure rattles through me like a train barreling down the tracks, speeding around curves and blasting down the straightaway.