and snaked his arm around her waist, pulling her back against him. Hmm, the anticipation of torturing her some more warmed his blood. He felt sure if he pressed his rigid cock any tighter against her, he would leave a bruise.
Despite only having one free hand, he had no trouble dragging her into his room and tossing her on his bed.
“Undress.”
She lay on her back and stuck her tongue out at him, and then wiggled it suggestively. He palmed the front of his jeans and groaned his frustration, making her giggle.
“You are so going to get it.”
“I can’t wait.” She pushed up on her elbows and grinned.
“Undress, you brazen hussy, or I’ll come and rip your clothes off myself.”
*
This wasn’t how she’d envisioned the afternoon working out. Sure, there would be sex, lots of sweaty orgasmic sex, but first she wanted to watch him play rodeo rider butt naked in his reclining chair. “What about you?”
“We’ll get to me … later.”
“Will we get to you giving me a show?”
He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. “You want me to take the pony out for a gallop around the paddock while you watch?”
She breathed out a sigh of, “Oh God, yes,” and then shivered in anticipation.
Leaning forward, he ran a finger down the side of her face and over her ample chest, flicking her erect nipple on the way. “How about you undress and let me play first, then you can have all the show you want.”
Meg scrambled to get up and fought to take her clothes off. In her haste, she tangled her feet in her track pants and ended up falling back on the bed, kicking madly to free herself.
She caught Sam’s eye and he grinned, apparently delighted with her enthusiasm. Not so long ago she would have insisted the blinds were closed and the door shut, but right now she didn’t care what he got to see of hers, provided she got to see his. The deliciously raunchy vision of Sam jacking off sent a ripple through her body that stopped and pulsed in her abdomen as moisture pooled between her thighs.
Finally free of her clothes, she lay on her back and stared up at Sam as he hovered next to the bed.
“Turn over.”
Without a word of protest, she did as he said. So far all his sex games had been fun, and while thoughts of what he might do with the ice cubes concerned her a little, she was happy to play along, for now.
She moved her head to try and get a look at what he was doing, but a growl telling her to face front put a stop to that plan. When cool water dripped on her still tingling butt, she squealed. The mattress next to her dipped and Sam placed a hand in the middle of her back, pinning her to the bed as a freezing cold block of ice replaced the cool drops of water. He skimmed it over her right butt cheek, and then her left.
No amount of struggling freed her from his grip. She gave up, thankful that at least the cool cube was helping to take away the sting. Suddenly he removed the ice cube. Sam’s weight shifted and she had no time to wonder what he planned next before he planted warm kisses on her now cool butt. A shiver rippled over her skin. Had the torture ended already?
Sam kissed his way up her back and nuzzled her neck before whispering, “Is it all better yet?”
She responded softly. “I think it needs more kisses.”
Chapter Thirteen
Meg groaned as Sam kissed his way down her spine, and then across her bottom. A vicious suck on her left cheek had her squirming and shockingly close to release. She had a moment of panic as she considered if she was turning into a kinky S&M fiend, but all thoughts melted away when Sam slid his knee between her legs and nudged them wider apart. Warm wet kisses rained down over the back of her thighs. No matter where his quest was going, she felt sure she knew his final destination and sighed in anticipation. Sam continued to map his way down her body, paying special attention to the sensitive spot behind her knees. The little tease drew circles with the tip of his tongue
Despite only having one free hand, he had no trouble dragging her into his room and tossing her on his bed.
“Undress.”
She lay on her back and stuck her tongue out at him, and then wiggled it suggestively. He palmed the front of his jeans and groaned his frustration, making her giggle.
“You are so going to get it.”
“I can’t wait.” She pushed up on her elbows and grinned.
“Undress, you brazen hussy, or I’ll come and rip your clothes off myself.”
*
This wasn’t how she’d envisioned the afternoon working out. Sure, there would be sex, lots of sweaty orgasmic sex, but first she wanted to watch him play rodeo rider butt naked in his reclining chair. “What about you?”
“We’ll get to me … later.”
“Will we get to you giving me a show?”
He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. “You want me to take the pony out for a gallop around the paddock while you watch?”
She breathed out a sigh of, “Oh God, yes,” and then shivered in anticipation.
Leaning forward, he ran a finger down the side of her face and over her ample chest, flicking her erect nipple on the way. “How about you undress and let me play first, then you can have all the show you want.”
Meg scrambled to get up and fought to take her clothes off. In her haste, she tangled her feet in her track pants and ended up falling back on the bed, kicking madly to free herself.
She caught Sam’s eye and he grinned, apparently delighted with her enthusiasm. Not so long ago she would have insisted the blinds were closed and the door shut, but right now she didn’t care what he got to see of hers, provided she got to see his. The deliciously raunchy vision of Sam jacking off sent a ripple through her body that stopped and pulsed in her abdomen as moisture pooled between her thighs.
Finally free of her clothes, she lay on her back and stared up at Sam as he hovered next to the bed.
“Turn over.”
Without a word of protest, she did as he said. So far all his sex games had been fun, and while thoughts of what he might do with the ice cubes concerned her a little, she was happy to play along, for now.
She moved her head to try and get a look at what he was doing, but a growl telling her to face front put a stop to that plan. When cool water dripped on her still tingling butt, she squealed. The mattress next to her dipped and Sam placed a hand in the middle of her back, pinning her to the bed as a freezing cold block of ice replaced the cool drops of water. He skimmed it over her right butt cheek, and then her left.
No amount of struggling freed her from his grip. She gave up, thankful that at least the cool cube was helping to take away the sting. Suddenly he removed the ice cube. Sam’s weight shifted and she had no time to wonder what he planned next before he planted warm kisses on her now cool butt. A shiver rippled over her skin. Had the torture ended already?
Sam kissed his way up her back and nuzzled her neck before whispering, “Is it all better yet?”
She responded softly. “I think it needs more kisses.”
Chapter Thirteen
Meg groaned as Sam kissed his way down her spine, and then across her bottom. A vicious suck on her left cheek had her squirming and shockingly close to release. She had a moment of panic as she considered if she was turning into a kinky S&M fiend, but all thoughts melted away when Sam slid his knee between her legs and nudged them wider apart. Warm wet kisses rained down over the back of her thighs. No matter where his quest was going, she felt sure she knew his final destination and sighed in anticipation. Sam continued to map his way down her body, paying special attention to the sensitive spot behind her knees. The little tease drew circles with the tip of his tongue
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