Friday, May 8, 2015
My Sexy Saturday week #91
“Well, maybe it might be better to wait at least a couple of days. I don’t want to be distracted tonight.”
“Mmm, okay. If you want to wait, we can.” Like hell.
When he traced his fingers in a line from her collarbone down the V in her shirt, she squirmed. Her skin—soft and inviting, tortured his dreams for the want of her. His greatest wish was to lay her out completely naked, explore and touch every inch of her, drive her wild with aching need.
“Did you like what we did this morning?”
He slid the top two buttons open on her shirt. Her bra was little more than a thin scrap of lace as he reached inside to cup her breast. Hmm, good thing I didn’t see these lacy scraps before now...
“Is that a yes?” He knew maintaining control would be difficult but necessary. Her years of abuse necessitated observing and guiding their path, negotiating her triggers and responses. In the past three months, he’d become very adept at reading her. When it came to his touch, she no longer flinched. He couldn't resist.