knocked together. “Among other things.”
His thin veneer of control snapped, and he reached for her. When death hovered, small talk simply had no bearing. “You are pure delight in the shell of a temptress.” He skimmed his hands up her arms, dislodging her shawl, and continued on to bury his fingers into her warm, thick hair. “You are unlike anyone I have ever known.”
“How about getting to know me a little better?” Then she tipped forward, and her lips met his.
Sam ripped the pins from her hair as if his life depended upon it. When the tresses tumbled about her shoulders, he tangled his fingers deeper and tilted her head upward. He took possession of the kiss, falling gratefully into the soft pillows of her lips. Sweeping his tongue along their crease, he groaned as she opened her mouth and met his tongue with hers.
Satin heat and silk became his world. He paid homage to her like an acolyte to a goddess, seeking approval born of desperation of wanting to be remembered. When she gasped and pulled away to breathe, he feathered kisses along her jaw, tasting the sweetness of her skin. “I need to touch you.” His self-imposed abstinence had taken a toll. He longed to feel the velvet of a woman’s body, feel the various textures a tongue could encounter on the vast feminine landscape.
“Hell, Sam, you can run all the bases you want, just do it!” She fumbled at the buttons on his waistcoat, then plucked at his shirt. “One of us is gonna show skin this morning, and it doesn’t matter to me who goes first.”
“I suppose that means you give permission.” Already, he’d worked half the line of tiny pearl buttons down the front of her gown.
“Of course.” Ava growled and wrenched away. “I hate all the layers of clothing this time period requires.” She peeled the gloves from her fingers and threw them on the ground.
“I have said the same thing many times myself.” He encountered the stiff fabric of her corset. “Damn contraption.” Beneath that she wore a silk chemise, but operating the hooks and ribbons of the shell-like garment would take several minutes. “It will take some time to disrobe you.”
She batted his hands away. Her chest heaved with each labored breath she took, and her breasts swelled at the top of the corset. “We’ll do you instead.” Moving close again, this time nearly onto his lap, she traced a hand along his torso. “But yeah, way too many clothes.”
“Ava, what do you intend…?” Sam lost his train of thought when her hand drifted lower until she covered his cock with a confidence that spoke of experience. Crippling need shook his frame. He hadn’t been fondled there by a woman for a long time. Lord, how he missed the intimacy. “Aw, damn.” How many sex acts did she know from her time, and how to convince her to teach them to him?
“Sweet spot, huh?” She pressed her body closer, and her hand slid snugly into his crotch. “Come on, baby, let’s see you grow into a man.” A fingertip slid along his length as she held his gaze. “Guess you’re not prone to a woody in the morning?”
“I…”
“It’s okay. I know exactly how to get this solider to salute.” Gently, she squeezed his balls through his trousers, alternately stroking his penis before starting the process over again. “If this doesn’t work, you’ll have to take your pants off.” Desire darkened her eyes as she smiled. “I’ve been known to give a pretty good blowjob.”
Imagining her mouth around his cock, he nearly fell off the bench. No matter how much he enjoyed holding her or having her roam his body, it could never go further than that. His aging penis would not cooperate. It twitched a couple of times, but like a tired old man, it gave up in favor of sleeping. “I am sorry, Ava. I do not feel myself at the moment.” He eased her from his person, for the first time wishing he weren’t a phoenix. “I should go.” His chest tightened painfully as mortification
His thin veneer of control snapped, and he reached for her. When death hovered, small talk simply had no bearing. “You are pure delight in the shell of a temptress.” He skimmed his hands up her arms, dislodging her shawl, and continued on to bury his fingers into her warm, thick hair. “You are unlike anyone I have ever known.”
“How about getting to know me a little better?” Then she tipped forward, and her lips met his.
Sam ripped the pins from her hair as if his life depended upon it. When the tresses tumbled about her shoulders, he tangled his fingers deeper and tilted her head upward. He took possession of the kiss, falling gratefully into the soft pillows of her lips. Sweeping his tongue along their crease, he groaned as she opened her mouth and met his tongue with hers.
Satin heat and silk became his world. He paid homage to her like an acolyte to a goddess, seeking approval born of desperation of wanting to be remembered. When she gasped and pulled away to breathe, he feathered kisses along her jaw, tasting the sweetness of her skin. “I need to touch you.” His self-imposed abstinence had taken a toll. He longed to feel the velvet of a woman’s body, feel the various textures a tongue could encounter on the vast feminine landscape.
“Hell, Sam, you can run all the bases you want, just do it!” She fumbled at the buttons on his waistcoat, then plucked at his shirt. “One of us is gonna show skin this morning, and it doesn’t matter to me who goes first.”
“I suppose that means you give permission.” Already, he’d worked half the line of tiny pearl buttons down the front of her gown.
“Of course.” Ava growled and wrenched away. “I hate all the layers of clothing this time period requires.” She peeled the gloves from her fingers and threw them on the ground.
“I have said the same thing many times myself.” He encountered the stiff fabric of her corset. “Damn contraption.” Beneath that she wore a silk chemise, but operating the hooks and ribbons of the shell-like garment would take several minutes. “It will take some time to disrobe you.”
She batted his hands away. Her chest heaved with each labored breath she took, and her breasts swelled at the top of the corset. “We’ll do you instead.” Moving close again, this time nearly onto his lap, she traced a hand along his torso. “But yeah, way too many clothes.”
“Ava, what do you intend…?” Sam lost his train of thought when her hand drifted lower until she covered his cock with a confidence that spoke of experience. Crippling need shook his frame. He hadn’t been fondled there by a woman for a long time. Lord, how he missed the intimacy. “Aw, damn.” How many sex acts did she know from her time, and how to convince her to teach them to him?
“Sweet spot, huh?” She pressed her body closer, and her hand slid snugly into his crotch. “Come on, baby, let’s see you grow into a man.” A fingertip slid along his length as she held his gaze. “Guess you’re not prone to a woody in the morning?”
“I…”
“It’s okay. I know exactly how to get this solider to salute.” Gently, she squeezed his balls through his trousers, alternately stroking his penis before starting the process over again. “If this doesn’t work, you’ll have to take your pants off.” Desire darkened her eyes as she smiled. “I’ve been known to give a pretty good blowjob.”
Imagining her mouth around his cock, he nearly fell off the bench. No matter how much he enjoyed holding her or having her roam his body, it could never go further than that. His aging penis would not cooperate. It twitched a couple of times, but like a tired old man, it gave up in favor of sleeping. “I am sorry, Ava. I do not feel myself at the moment.” He eased her from his person, for the first time wishing he weren’t a phoenix. “I should go.” His chest tightened painfully as mortification
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