Page 36 of Veiled Fantasies

Face intent now, Erik brought his hands back to her center and followed the curve of her leg down and in.

“Erik,” she breathed, unable to articulate more as his finger skimmed the surface of her folds, back and forth, watching her face register the pleasure. He explored deeper, teasing her eager clit and tunneling to her core. His fingers reached deep, then emerged, slick and creamy.

“Good?” he asked, all bass now.

“Good?” she groaned. “Great.”

She found herself breathing his name, softly urging him on as his finger dipped in for another taste. A little more of that and she’d be back at high altitude, soaring away. As it was, she was already arching back, ready for lift off.

This is only the beginning, a little voice told her. No need to rush. She should pace herself, like on a long run.

“Wait,” she whispered at last, gripping his wrist. Erik paused, waiting for her word. That was another rush—the thought of him at her command.

She collected herself with a deep, gulping breath and pulled his hand to her abdomen. She etched the image of the two of them in the mirror into her memory before pulling away and circling one finger in the air.Rotate.

“My turn.” She barely recognized her own husky voice, then considered.

She might just grow into this new vixen role, after all.

* * *

Erik wasn’t keen to give up his front row seat. Not with the view of those smooth legs and long hair framing her perfect breasts. Her whole body was one long, toned line. The body of an athlete, molded to his in a perfect fit.

But now she was ushering him to the front. Full of surprises, this one. He stepped forward for his turn on stage–or rather, her turn to work on him. What would that be like?

He focused on the full-length mirror. The kind Anna used to spend so much time in front of but never like this. Oh, no, not anything like this.

He sucked in a long breath. Jill’s hands slid all over him as she decided where to begin. He found himself copying her steadying breaths. It was one thing to undress a beguiling woman in front of a mirror, but quite another to be the subject of such intimate attention himself. A high, a definite high. Like a bird, skimming the edge of the cliff, feeling the first whisper of an updraft that would take it soaring.

It was precarious at the same time, because the danger fed the thrill. Baring his body was one thing, but he’d better watch out before he bared more. He quickly shifted his eyes to the safe part of the reflection—hers. Jill teased him with a playful, now-take-this expression as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt, top to bottom. It hung open down the middle, and she crossed her arms over him, toying with his nipples, firing sparks of anticipation through every point in his body.

One in particular. She went there next, sliding her hand into his boxers and working him. He couldn’t watch, but he couldn’t not watch her hand rolling under the cloth. Every touch ignited him, stoking an inner blaze higher and higher. He could feel her grip with one hand while flexing a thumb to tease his straining tip.

One soft touch and he was at her mercy. Powerless. It was an alien situation, but he didn’t care. It felt too good being touched this way by Jill. That feeling that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her, to the point that he’d drop work for her. Work? Hell, he was ready to let go of more—a lot more.

Jill’s hands slid around the back and smoothed over his cheeks as his cock called out eagerly. She pushed his tight boxers down an inch, then another, so that they hung there begging to be tossed aside. Tremors ran through his legs as she took her own good time and finally let out a throaty sigh when his last scrap of clothing was discarded. He had to admit to liking the view, too. He was completely erect, veins pulsing, with a very attentive Jill draped around him.

His heavy eyes met hers in the mirror. She looked equal parts awed and hungry. Her slender hand grasped him again. A quick check.

“Okay?” she whispered.

He answered by putting his hand on top of hers. He set the pace, eyes closed to focus entirely on the sensation. Long and slow on the down stroke, a little sharper on the up. Long on the down, quick shift to up. His breaths grew deeper, turning into groans.

Cracking his eyes open just a slit, he watched Jill’s hand intertwined with his in the mirror, moving in tandem. Whoever would imagine that this quiet woman from the plane might have such a magic touch? He’d guessed she had some hidden secrets, but this?

With her breasts pressed into his back, he could feel her body calling. He could throw back his head and come now if it weren’t for the inner voice urging him to prolong the pleasure. He was about two strokes away from coming.

He licked his dry lips. “Stop or you won’t get any of the fun.”

Jill’s look begged him to indulge her. “Who says I’m not having fun?” She slipped his shirt off, let it drop, and went back to where she had left off.

His smile felt huge, and greedy. It wasn’t the only part of his body feeling that way. He leaned his head against the side of hers and let her continue. Three. Three more strokes, he might just hold out for.

One.

He felt her hand slide and strained every muscle to somehow keep still.

Two.

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