Undenied (Unspoken #3)(10)

She straddled his lap, moving in close until her pu**y cradled his groin. A surge of excitement shot through his system. His dick came to life after its long stint of dormancy. Okay, so it had only lain dormant for two days, but to a guy it was a f**king lifetime.

He swelled, painfully, against his jeans. He heard her light chuckle just as she curled her fingers around his hands and lifted them.

She placed his hands on her legs and kept her fingers wrapped around his wrists. Slowly, seductively, she guided his hands up her body. Over her hips, naked hips. She’d ditched the underwear. Oh hell.

Up her waist, sliding sideways over her taut belly. Finally up her ribcage until his knuckles brushed the undersides of her br**sts.

Unwilling to let her control the progress any longer, he cupped her br**sts in his hands and worked his thumbs over her ni**les. Soft, velvety, he loved the texture and weight of her br**sts in his hands. Definitely a C cup, maybe a smaller D.

She shuddered against his fingers.

“Like that?” he murmured as he continued stroking the tips.

In response, she gripped his hands, holding them tighter over her br**sts.

“Touch me,” she whispered.

“Show me where.”

She wiggled on his lap, moving back. Then she guided his right hand from her breast, down her silken skin, lower until he felt the curls of her pu**y. They brushed across his fingers, damper the closer he got to her flesh.

“Oh, you mean here.”

“Mmm hmmm.”

He coaxed the lips apart and eased one finger over the hot, moist flesh between her legs. She jerked in reaction when he stroked her clit.

“You’re wet.”

“Because I want you,” she whispered. “And I think you want me.”

“Oh, yeah, sweetheart. I want you.”

She cupped his bulging groin in her hand, gently squeezing. She laughed huskily, her mouth close to his ear again. “Yeah, I’d say your earlier problem might be a non-issue now.”

“I do love an inventive woman.”

“I’m just a woman willing to do whatever it takes to get what she wants.”

He turned his head in the direction of her voice, his lips colliding with hers. He kissed her, long, hot and hard. He reached his hands up to cup her face, holding her against him as their tongues explored new territory.

He moved his mouth down her jawline then below to the tender skin of her neck. She moaned softly as he nibbled and sucked his way down to her shoulder. Her hands gripped his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin.

In the darkness the blindfold brought, he found that his other senses heightened. Every touch, every taste counted. They were his only means to explore her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her.

The plump swells of her br**sts rubbed over his chin, and he reached out with his tongue to lap at her nipple. He sucked it between his teeth, enjoying her sharp intake of breath.

He alternated licking and nibbling. He wanted to taste every inch.

Suddenly she pulled away, climbing off his lap. When he would have protested, she once again pressed a finger to his lips.

“My show, remember?”

He grinned and nodded.

“Good, then stand up.”

He stood like a good boy ever hopeful of receiving his reward.

“Take your shirt off,” she murmured.

Impatiently, he yanked at the T-shirt, pulled it over his head and tossed it aside.

“Oh, nice,” she purred as she pressed both hands to his skin.

He flinched when she touched her lips to the hollow of his chest. As her tongue melted over him, her hands moved lower, between them, working at the fly of his jeans. He shifted back an inch, just to give her more room to work.

He was so hard he was going to have a permanent cramp in his c**k if she didn’t get his jeans down soon.

The grating sound of his zipper echoed in the room, and then she slid her hand inside his jeans, working past the band of his underwear until her warm fingers cupped his balls.

With her other hand she began to work his jeans over his hips, taking his underwear with them. Cool air rushed over his groin, a direct contrast to the aching heat her caresses wrought.

His jeans fell the rest of the way to the floor and he stepped out of one leg and then the other. Her hands gripped his hips, and he felt her body slide down his as she got on her knees in front of him.

Not seeing was torture. He imagined how she must look, kneeling in front of him, his c**k inches from her mouth. She hadn’t made a single comment about his size, a fact he found enormously relieving. The last thing he wanted was to ruin the mood.

He reached out, wanting to touch her hair, coax her closer, guide his c**k inside her hot, wet mouth. She chuckled and pushed his hand back down.

“Patience. I’m enjoying the view.”

Her hand circled his dick, gliding up and down his rigid length. The other hand closed around his sac, her finger rubbing up and down the seam on the backside.

He rocked forward on his toes as he felt her breath tickle over the head. Again she stayed his motion and continued her exploratory caresses.

He groaned. “You’re killing me.”

“Oh, no, I haven’t gotten to the killing part yet.”

Lord, he couldn’t wait to die then.

She grasped his dick with one hand, working it in an up-and-down motion. Then she slid her delicious mouth over the head, paused and let his c**k sink to the back of her throat. He nearly came all undone.