Page 17 of Her Stepbrother Master
His cock strained at his jeans at the idea of being inside her. But no...he wouldn’t go that far. LuAnn was a virgin. He wouldn’t take that from her.
LuAnn couldn’t breathe. She didn’t know what kind of game Brad was playing with her, but she didn’t want it ever to end. Her entire body vibrated with desire.
Why would he undress her, shave her, and take her to his bed, but not have sex with her? She couldn’t understand it. He had picked up a bottle of something from his nightstand and squirted some kind of liquid in his hand.
“Lie back, mouse,” he said, his voice sounding deeper than normal. His eyes had darkened, appearing midnight blue now instead of their usual ocean.
She eased back onto her elbows, watching his movements.
“This is baby oil.” He tipped the bottle and dribbled some on her tummy. Her muscles jerked and quivered at the sensation.
Brad grasped her wrists, pulling her forearms away from covering her breasts and pinning them over her head. With his other hand, he began to massage the oil into her skin, his hand hot against her flesh, searing her with his caresses.
She bit her lips to keep from moaning, closing her eyes. Her entire body trembled, and not just from nerves. Something in her inner core clenched and released.
He coated her breasts with the oil, circling around her nipples and squeezing them into stiff peaks. Stroking down her side, he rubbed around her flank, his fingertips sliding underneath her to cup her bottom.
She sighed, waves of pleasure cascading through her.
He dragged his hand down her thigh, rounded over her knee, then slid up between her legs.
She inhaled sharply, squeezing her thighs together.
He made a tsking sound. “Open for Daddy, mouse. I want to make you feel good tonight.”
For some reason, tears pricked her eyes. Not because she didn’t want him to touch her, but just from the sheer intensity of her emotions—embarrassment and desire tangled up in the shock of her first intimacy with a man.
“Are you scared, mouse?”
She shook her head.
“I won’t hurt you, I promise. You can trust me.”
She did trust him and if she was afraid, it was only of falling madly in love with a man she was pretty sure she couldn’t have. But that was no reason to deny this moment. She relaxed her gripping muscles, allowing him to slide higher, closer and closer to her pulsing sex.
The moment he touched her there, a jolt of electricity ran through her and her bottom popped off the bed.
“Shh.” He stroked a finger along her honeyed slit.
She’d never felt anything like it before. She had touched her sex, but she didn’t remember it being so wet or slick. And she didn’t remember the sensations reverberating through every part of her body the way his touch did.
Her knees fell open and her head dropped back as she opened to his ministrations. He found a place that made her hips fly up off the bed, her muscles squeezing. Climbing over her, he used both hands now to explore her body. He pushed one of her knees up and out to the side and parted her nether lips with his thumbs.
She whimpered and covered her eyes with her hand, too embarrassed to look. She wished the lights were out, or the covers were up.
“What a pretty pussy you have,” he murmured, bringing the pad of his thumb to that sensitive place again and gently rubbing.
Her teeth clamped shut and she bucked again, a cry stopping in her throat.
“Do you like that, mouse?”
An incoherent sound came from her lips.
He traced the inner lips of her sex, spreading her nectar up to her clit, then slid one finger inside her.
“You’re so tight, baby girl. I’m just using my pinky finger,” he said. He pushed it inside her and pulled it out again.
She was a virgin, but it didn’t hurt—it didn’t seem like enough, somehow. She arched her back, begging for more.
