Page 80 of Moonlit Colorado

“No,” I said softly. “I’m going to take very good care of you.”

Taking a sip of the ice water, I caught a cube between my teeth and bent over to brush the ice over her nipple.

“That’scold!”

Her arms tried to lift, but I reached up to gently hold them down. Smiling wickedly around the ice cube, I circled her nipple a few times until it was a hard peak. Then did the same to the other breast.

“Dane,” she whimpered.

I took the half-melted ice from my mouth. “Should I stop?”

“No. But I hate you.”

“You’re the one who kept asking to be punished.”

“I wanted to see what would happen.”

“Those are not the words of a woman who prefers her life simple and boring.”

She frowned, but there was pure heat in her eyes.

I set the glass aside so I wouldn’t knock it over. My fingers brushed the ice cube along her stomach while my cold mouth kissed her neck. She squirmed underneath me. I repositioned so I was straddling her thighs and had better access to everywhere I wanted to kiss and touch. Once my mouth was warmer, I took turns between teasing her with the ice and then warming the same spots with my tongue.

She wasn’t complaining anymore. The sounds she was making got my cock harder than it had ever been. Even better than when I’d made her come earlier on the balcony, probably because we were alone and Grace was slowly losing those inhibitions she usually kept wrapped around herself like a shield.

And I wanted that so badly. For her to give herself to me with nothing held back.

The ice got too melty, so I tossed it somewhere on the floor and sucked her nipples with abandon. From the way she was squeezing her thighs and rubbing them together, I guessed she was ready for some more attention there. I was beyond ready too. My own breaths were shallow. Hot. Needy. I kissed my way down her body.

Her panties were skimpy and silky. But I was too damn impatient now. I grabbed the thin fabric in my fists and tore one side to get them off.

“Hey! I liked those.”

“I’ll buy you more.” I held her thighs in my hands, pushing them apart. Then I dove in between her legs and lapped my tongue over her.

“Oh,” she cried. “Yes. Please.” Her hands tangled in my hair, still bound with my tie.

“Arms up,” I growled. “I’m still the one in charge.”

“Okay. Just don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

I had no intention. If I had my way, I’d have Grace underneath me accepting all the pleasure I wanted to give her as often as possible. And for a lot longer than just one weekend.

TWENTY-THREE

Grace

If this was a punishment,then I was going to be rebellious a lot more often.

I was lying here in nothing but my high heels, my legs draped over Dane’s shoulders, while he did unbelievable things to me with his mouth.

I had loved going down on him earlier, trying to take his mind off of everything that had been upsetting him. But I certainly had no problem with what we were doing right now.

This man made me feel more alive than anyone else I’d ever been with. I had complained about the ice, but I couldn’t believe how much it had excited me. The play of warmth and cold. The little hint of discomfort, followed by so much pleasure.

I didn’t completely feel like myself with Dane, but I also felt more like myself than ever before. And no, it didn’t make sense to me either. All I could do was lie back and enjoy it.

His tongue pushed inside of me, then went back to flicking over my clit. It was difficult to keep my arms stationary over my head, but also hot that Dane had insisted on it. I really did want to move though, especially as the tension built between my legs, an orgasm rushing up on me fast.

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