Page 34 of A Lady's Heart
Mandy twisted in front of him, full curves drawing him like a sexual beacon.
She grabbed another bar of soap and opened it for him, pressing it into his hands. “Here. I don’t want you to feel left out.”
Justin was in heaven. Soft curves dipped and rose under his touch. He ran his hands over her, the sweet-scented soap making friction disappear, but the heat and erotic sensations remained.
She kept on touching him as well. And as fast as his heart had been pumping that afternoon, it had nothing on the race in his chest right now. She curled her fingertips around his erection again, stroking for a moment before her hands slid away, over his hipbones and along the muscles of his torso.
“I think Chicken is a very nice town, but if we need to move again, I propose a tropical island, please.”
Justin laughed, even as he let his hands continue to play over her curves. “Strange change of topic. Are you tired of the cold?”
She shook her head. “Oh, it’s plenty warm here, but if we go somewhere tropical, maybe we can find aclothing optionallocation. I could handle looking at you all day long.”
So picky, but unless it was a private beach, that meant others would be able to see her too, and he really wasn’t very fond of that idea. “Tropical island. You need to add that to your list.”
Her eyes lit up. “Oh yes. Speaking of my list…”
Justin held back a shout as she fell to her knees. He attempted to catch her, but she slipped through his fingers. She hadn’t fallen. It’d been deliberate, and a second later, understanding hit. What she intended to do. Staring up at him as she planted her hands on his thighs and offered him a sweet smile.
“You don’t need to do that.”
Mandy offered him a mock pout. “My choice,” she reminded him.
Well, if she put it that way. Who was he to deny her heart’s desire?
He was torn between offering a brisk nod or making some smart-ass comment. Something to lighten the mood and keep from making this into something big and momentous.
He opened his mouth, but all that came out was a gurgled moan.
Mandy had skipped any kind of foreplay, going straight to a one-two-punch move. One, grasping him at the base of his cock and tilting him downward before two, opening her mouth and surrounding him.
He’d been in the shower, so he’d been hot and wet, but this—?
Not the same. Notremotelythe same.
“Holyfuck—”
Mandy pulled back, a slightpopaccompanying the motion. “Yes? Am I doing it right?”
“There is no way to do this wrong,” he told her. “Trust me.”
Mandy grinned. “Okay, let me rephrase that. Is there a way to do thisbetter?”
He brushed his knuckles over her cheek. “Want to be a star pupil, do you?”
“Anything worth doing is worth doing right.”
He grinned. Placing his hand over hers, he adjusted the angle. “Squeeze with this hand if you want, up and down. Your fist will give you a way to stop my cock from going too deep. And here.” He took her other hand and brushed her finger over the most sensitive part. “Remember this spot. If you use your fingers or your tongue on there, trust me, you’ll get the response you’re looking for.”
“I’ll remember that,” she promised. “Just do me a favour, and make a lot of noise when I do something you like.”
Which is why Justin found himself feeling all sorts of foolish as he willingly followed instructions.
She licked delicately, and he hummed.
She closed her lips around him and sucked, and the hum became a low growl. But when she got her fist going, trying to time each pump with a combination suck and tongue swirl, Justin lost his ever-loving mind and broke out into a full growl.
He slammed his palms against the tiles opposite him, tilting his hips on every move as he offered encouragement.
