eager.Tongues roaming, hands sliding, moaning and gasping for air. I wanted to touch her everywhere, all at once, as soon as possible. Her tiny shifts and breathy moans told me she felt the exact same way. I just knew I wanted more Christina right now. But I’d made a sorta kinda promise at the beginning of the evening. Reluctantly, I stilled my hands and hips, untangled thighs and lips, eventually slowing to a stop. Placing my hands on her waist, I set her down.
Backing up a step, I rested my forehead against hers and waited until she opened her eyes. Her lids came up slowly and I gave her a chance to decline.“Christina, yes or no?”
She closed her eyes for a second and smiled slightly.When she reopened them, the answer was right there swimming in the chocolate depths, but still I needed the words.“Christina? You have to say it.”
“Yes. Please.And the sooner the better, thank you.”
Good words and definitely the ones I wanted to hear.With those words, the mood shifted from frantic and urgent to slow and sensual. I slid my hands from the small of her back around to the swells of her breasts, stroking softly before moving along to the curve of her rear. She sighed against my lips and loopedher hands around my neck. Even in high heels she barely came to my shoulder. I pulled her in close, wanting to feel as much of her against me as possible. She was soft, warm, and smelled faintly of vanilla frosting.
As if still dancing, we turned and stepped in unison toward the bed. Dipping her backwards slowly, I followed her down and took a minute. I was horizontal on a bed in New York with Christina Brinsley. It felt good. I looked down at her face. She had a faintly dreamy smile floating around the edges of her lips, her eyelids were at half-mast, but the expression in them caught and held me. A combination of trust and admiration with a sprinkle of excitement and a lot of desire; it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. My voice was husky as I voiced my thought. “I’m glad we’re doing this, but don’t thank me yet. It’s about to get a whole lot better.”
“Cocky young thing, aren’t you?” she teased, but I saw that pulse at the base of her neck flutter faster.
“You tell me later if I’ve earned it or not, okay?” Sliding down the zipper of her dress, I reminded myself to go slow.To savor.To seduce. As I brought my hand around to release the front clasp on her bra, she caught my hand.
“Just so we’re clear—this is just a thing, for the moment … right?”
“Definitely. You’re heading back to the Bay. I’m staying here.”
“No muss, no fuss.”
“No victim, no crime. No harm, no foul.” However many ways she wanted me to say it, I would.
“Still not a date.”
“Clearly not. May I continue?”
“Please do, Mr.Williams.”
I peeled back her clothes and undergarments as if unwrapping a valued gift, stopping to tease, taste, and touch along theway. Her breathy sighs turned to throaty moans as I discarded her lacy panties and explored the liquid warmth waiting for me there. Parting her slowly, I replaced my fingers with my mouth. Before I could relish her flavor, her nails dug into my back.“Steven!”
“Hmm?”
“I’ve no need of teasing foreplay…seriously. I’m good.”
“You’re very good but—” My words strangled in my throat as she reached between us to stroke me determinedly. Before I could finish my sentence, my pants were unzipped and shoved downward.“I wanted to go slow.”
“Next time.”
“Next time? I thought we were for the moment.”
“Steven, you want to debate my word choice or do you want to get naked and do this?”
When she put it that way …“Let’s do this.”
“Baby, I’m waiting on you.” Her eyes glinted challenge.
I was up to it. Quickly, I stepped back and sent my clothes flying, keeping my eyes on her. Damn, she looked good. She lay on the bed in nothing but those sky-high sandals. I fished a condom out of my wallet before I
Backing up a step, I rested my forehead against hers and waited until she opened her eyes. Her lids came up slowly and I gave her a chance to decline.“Christina, yes or no?”
She closed her eyes for a second and smiled slightly.When she reopened them, the answer was right there swimming in the chocolate depths, but still I needed the words.“Christina? You have to say it.”
“Yes. Please.And the sooner the better, thank you.”
Good words and definitely the ones I wanted to hear.With those words, the mood shifted from frantic and urgent to slow and sensual. I slid my hands from the small of her back around to the swells of her breasts, stroking softly before moving along to the curve of her rear. She sighed against my lips and loopedher hands around my neck. Even in high heels she barely came to my shoulder. I pulled her in close, wanting to feel as much of her against me as possible. She was soft, warm, and smelled faintly of vanilla frosting.
As if still dancing, we turned and stepped in unison toward the bed. Dipping her backwards slowly, I followed her down and took a minute. I was horizontal on a bed in New York with Christina Brinsley. It felt good. I looked down at her face. She had a faintly dreamy smile floating around the edges of her lips, her eyelids were at half-mast, but the expression in them caught and held me. A combination of trust and admiration with a sprinkle of excitement and a lot of desire; it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. My voice was husky as I voiced my thought. “I’m glad we’re doing this, but don’t thank me yet. It’s about to get a whole lot better.”
“Cocky young thing, aren’t you?” she teased, but I saw that pulse at the base of her neck flutter faster.
“You tell me later if I’ve earned it or not, okay?” Sliding down the zipper of her dress, I reminded myself to go slow.To savor.To seduce. As I brought my hand around to release the front clasp on her bra, she caught my hand.
“Just so we’re clear—this is just a thing, for the moment … right?”
“Definitely. You’re heading back to the Bay. I’m staying here.”
“No muss, no fuss.”
“No victim, no crime. No harm, no foul.” However many ways she wanted me to say it, I would.
“Still not a date.”
“Clearly not. May I continue?”
“Please do, Mr.Williams.”
I peeled back her clothes and undergarments as if unwrapping a valued gift, stopping to tease, taste, and touch along theway. Her breathy sighs turned to throaty moans as I discarded her lacy panties and explored the liquid warmth waiting for me there. Parting her slowly, I replaced my fingers with my mouth. Before I could relish her flavor, her nails dug into my back.“Steven!”
“Hmm?”
“I’ve no need of teasing foreplay…seriously. I’m good.”
“You’re very good but—” My words strangled in my throat as she reached between us to stroke me determinedly. Before I could finish my sentence, my pants were unzipped and shoved downward.“I wanted to go slow.”
“Next time.”
“Next time? I thought we were for the moment.”
“Steven, you want to debate my word choice or do you want to get naked and do this?”
When she put it that way …“Let’s do this.”
“Baby, I’m waiting on you.” Her eyes glinted challenge.
I was up to it. Quickly, I stepped back and sent my clothes flying, keeping my eyes on her. Damn, she looked good. She lay on the bed in nothing but those sky-high sandals. I fished a condom out of my wallet before I
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