Page 57 of Tempt

“Tell me how it’ll feel good. Help me understand so I can get it right.”

Her eyes light up. “I think it’s like having your back scratched, that sensation on the skin. Sometimes sex is so…mouth, tits, pussy focused. But what if my entire skin was a sex organ?”

“You think…what if…” I grab a hold on her, my hands hard and big on her hips. I cover as much of her beautiful, sensitive skin as I can get my fingers on. I skate my hands down her thighs, then back up and onto her torso. When I squeeze her tight just below the breasts, she shudders. “Hazel, haven’t you played at this before?”

“Not really.”

I drag my hands up and over her breasts, roughly, then back again. Soft now. I know how to touch a woman all over, but she wants more than that. “I want to make you feel as good as you possibly can.”

“I know.” She smiles at me, a brilliant, trusting beam of light. “That’s why I asked.”

“You’re my captive, then.” I bite the side of her neck. “Mine to bite and maul…”

She makes a happy sound. “Yes, please.”

“Do you like that? A bit of pain?”

“Yes.” She rakes her lower lip between her teeth. “Maybe more than a little? But I haven’t…”

It’s heady, knowing she’s sharing this fully with me first. “Let’s try.”

She whimpers. Holy fuck.

“Can I pinch you?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Do you want it to hurt?”

She gasps. “Yes.”

“A little or a lot?”

“A little.” A dreamy smile curls at the corners of her mouth. “Please.”

“So polite,” I whisper. Then I clamp my fingers together, just enough to push into her soft, tender flesh.

Another gasp, this one longer, sustained, and it comes with a look of beautiful wonder on her face.

I hold her skin between my fingers, marvelling at the connection between that sharpness and her pleasure, then I release. She shudders, a full body ripple effect. When I slide my hand the last inch up her thigh, I find her slit swollen and dripping.

“You liked that?”

She nods eagerly.

I kiss her roughly. “Good,” I growl against her mouth. “So did I.”

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Hazel

I’m on fire.I need Sam inside me, now. But when I open my mouth, all that comes out are mewling pleas.

“I’ve got you.” He hoists me up on the counter, pushing my t-shirt up my hips. Baring my wet slit.

I gasp his name and he pinches me again, this time on the inside of my thigh. My head spins. My clit throbs.

“Yes?”

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