Page 54 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

After his lips reclaimed Traci's, he pulled back abruptly. "Damn."

Panic filled her beautiful face. "What?" He could read her. She thought he was having second thoughts.

"I just remembered the elevators are monitored in security."

Traci started to pull away. She assumed he wanted to maintain propriety, so when he let his hands roam from her waist to cup each of her ass cheeks through her dress, she was confused. "Sean?"

"Hey, if they're going to gossip about me, we might as well give them something juicy to talk about." He captured her lips in an open-mouth, tongue-swapping kiss. They only came up for air when the elevator dinged their arrival at Traci's floor.

Sean led her by the hand, taking her key to unlock the door. They stepped into her room and the door slammed behind them. It provided them with the first real private moment of their entire relationship. An unwelcome wave of uncertainty hit Sean. It had nothing to do with Traci. In fact, she was the only reason he was willing to even fight through his discomfort. She was worth it.

She noticed the change in his demeanor. "Sean?" Her one-word question betrayed how vulnerable she was making herself. It eased his own worry.

"Come here, you." He pulled her into his arms. They hadn't made it past the entrance of the dimly lit room.

They calmed as they held each other. He felt the need to explain his concerns. "I'm sorry if I got spooked there for a minute. It's just... well I'm a bit nervous. I'm really out of practice at this."

Traci hugged him tightly. "Me too." That made him happy.

Sean needed to lighten the mood. He leaned back so he could look into her eyes. "You know what they say, don't you?"

"What?"

He couldn't hold back his playful grin. "Practice makes perfect."

That was the right thing to say. Traci made it better. "Then I think we should get lots of practice in, don't you? After all, we've already established my tendencies to strive for perfection."

"I'd be happy to assist you with that, Ms. Jackson."

Every part of Traci's body tingled with anticipation as Sean scooped her up and carried her through the dimly lit hotel room, illuminated only by the small desk lamp. No man had ever picked her up in his arms like this and it felt so romantic.

Sean laid her on the king-sized bed. He stopped to gaze down at her, scanning her as if to make sure she was still doing okay. Traci had never felt like she was the center of a man's universe before, yet that was exactly how Sean was looking at her and it took her breath away.

They silently drank each other in as Sean moved first to unbutton his shirt, untucking and discarding it carelessly in a heap on the floor. Traci loved her first glimpse of his broad shoulders, muscular arms and toned chest covered with just the right amount of dark chest hair. Sean toed off his shoes next, before he sat on the bed at her side.

He reached for the hem of her dress, slowly inching the fabric higher to expose her pale lace panties. His exploration included a kiss to her belly button, bringing renewed ticklish giggles. His boyish grin as he resumed undressing her ought to be outlawed. The anticipation building within her was making Traci light headed.

She sat up briefly and allowed him to pull her sundress over her head. Sean threw it carelessly on the growing pile of abandoned clothes next to the bed.

Sean surged forward to grab each of Traci's breasts in his palms, squeezing and molding them until her nipples protruded against her matching cream lace bra. She moved to undo her bra, but Sean stopped her.

"Oh no. That's my job. In fact, I think you should put your hands right here, out of the way."

Traci knew he had no clue how much he'd turned her on by taking her hands and pulling them above her head, stretching her out vulnerably, subconsciously asking her to turn her body over to him. Her body responded, her core contracting in anticipation.

Sean resumed the job of undressing her by lifting her upper body slightly to unhook her bra before he slowly unwrapped her breasts, pushing her bra up her arms and out of the way of his hot gaze. His thumb brushed each nipple, playing with her until it was impossible for her to hold back her moans. He upped the ante by lunging forward to suck a hard nub into his warm mouth, grazing it with his teeth, which triggered sensations that compared to a lightning bolt striking.

His other hand strayed to cup her pussy through her damp panties. Sean applied pressure to her clit, which caused Traci to buck her hips off the bed, desperate for more friction. She reached for him and laced her fingers through his thick dark hair to hold his face to her breast, but he tsk'ed her.

"Naughty. I think I told you to keep your hands above your head, didn't I?"

His demanding command of their first intimate session excited Traci. A deep-seeded desire to please him bubbled up as she stretched her arms above her head again.

Sean stood as his fingers unbuckled that fine leather belt she had admired earlier. His eyes never left hers as he pulled the belt out of its loops, the flick of leather filling the quiet room. Traci hadn't considered that he might spank her tonight so she was relieved when he dropped the leather to the floor and reached to unbutton and unzip his pants. He dropped them to the floor, which left them each only in their underwear. Sean wore boxer briefs and Traci allowed her eyes to stray to the package straining to escape. He was big enough that the tip of his erection was peeking out above the elastic waistband.

Sean tortured her by making her wait. Instead, he reached out to slip two fingers into her panties, slowly lowering them down her legs, and tossing them to the floor.

Those same fingers slid through her folds. Sean grinned when he discovered how wet she was. His briefs hit the pile next, leaving him naked. Traci wanted to reach out to touch him, but held position – her hands above her head as he'd asked. She watched him slowly stroking his hard length while devouring her with his gaze.

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