Sanctuary by Eden Bradley Page A

moonlight coming through the living room window, and just as smooth. He ran his palms over her stomach, her thighs. Her muscles tensed everywhere he touched and she squirmed a little under his hands. What would she feel like under him? Under his body, her lean thighs spread wide, his cock pushing into her?
    â€œJust feel me, Devin,” he told her. “Leave your arms at your side. Yes, lie quietly for me. Focus on what you’re feeling. Let the rest go.”
    Another quiet moan from her. Then a sharp intake of breath when he cupped her breasts in his hands. They were gorgeous—about the most perfect breasts he’d ever seen on a woman. And her nipples were coming up hard again under his palms. Too tempting. He pinched them between fingers and thumbs, smiled when she squealed. Even more at the sharp, panting breath that betrayed her pleasure.
    â€œYou like that, don’t you? You like the pain.”
    The word was a single quiet breath. “Yes.”
    He squeezed her nipples harder, then gave a sharp pull.
    â€œOh!”
    â€œWhat is it, Devin? Tell me what you’re feeling.”
    â€œLike I’m…oh God…”
    â€œTell me.” He twisted the hard nubs in his fingers.
    â€œI…it hurts. But it feels too good.”
    He pinched harder and she groaned. “I knew you’d like the pain. I could see it in you the moment I laid eyes on you.”
    Jesus, her body responded to everything, pleasure or pain, in the same way. And he was rock hard, touching her, hearing her moans. He leaned in and took one nipple between his teeth and bit down.
    â€œAh!” She arched off the sofa, into his mouth.
    Yes, she loved it.
    He sat back and looked at her for a moment. There was so much he wanted to do to this woman. For the first time in his life he was at a loss over where to begin.
    He pulled in another deep breath, ordered himself to calm down. Then he slipped one hand between her thighs, into that damp heat. His cock gave a hard twitch. He could not believe how soaking wet she was. She writhed, spread her lovely thighs for him. Almost too much for him to take, but he had to do it, had to make her come. There was nothing he wanted more in the world right now.
    He went to work with both hands—one hand inside her, moving his fingers in and out, the other hand teasing her clit, tugging and pinching. She was panting in seconds. After only a minute he felt the hard clench of her inner walls around his plunging fingers, heard her long sigh. Her body shook as though a small earthquake ran through it, and her hands came up and fisted in her own hair.
    Too fucking beautiful. But he was hardly done with her.
    He leaned in and kissed her fevered forehead, whispered, “Devin, do you have any toys?”
    â€œToys?” Her voice was still shaky from her climax.
    â€œA vibrator?”
    â€œYes. In my nightstand.”
    â€œI’ll be right back. Don’t move.”
    As he walked down the narrow hallway he smiled when he heard her mutter, “As if I could.”
    He found the bedroom easily enough and turned on a bedside lamp. He was pleased to see the big antique bed with its four carved wooden posts. Nice. Plenty he could do in a bed like that. But he’d have to think about it later. Next to the bed was a small nightstand, another antique, and in the top drawer was a nice collection of toys. He found one of those butterfly vibrators women loved so much, but what he really wanted was something more phallic. He shuffled a paperback book aside and found it, a large pink vibrator, textured all over with a raised dot pattern. Nice piece of equipment. His cock burned just thinking about what he could do to her with this thing.
    He returned to the living room and found she was right where he’d left her.
    â€œGood girl,” he told her quietly.
    He knelt on the floor beside the sofa. She was watching him, those green eyes impossible to really see in the dim