Page 14 of Below the Surface

I follow Piper's instructions and then wait to see what she will do.It doesn’t take long for me to get my answer. Piper stands and sheds her clothing, piece by piece, in front of me. Jesus. She is gorgeous—all curves in the perfect places. Her full breasts and hips make my mouth water. I desperately want to suck her nipples. I’m unsure how she knows what I’m thinking, but her eyes suggest she’s heard my private thought—unless I said it aloud, which would be mortifying. Piper’s lips curl at the corners, and her eyes widen. It’s an expression I’m confident I will see again. She sits back on the chair, spreads her legs, and crooks her finger, beckoning me to kneel between her thighs. I tremble as I go to her, insecurity, lust, and a sparkof fear flooding my veins. Her lips meet mine tenderly, gently reassuring me, and my fear fades, excited anticipation replacing it with each brush of her tongue.

She pulls back, and I feel the loss acutely. She takes my hands and places them on her breasts. I knead them gently at first, relishing the feel of her flesh in my hands. Her eyes stay with mine as I tease her. I take her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and roll them, causing Piper to moan and arch her back. Excitement throbs in my center and coils in my belly as I dip my head to suck the pebbled flesh.

“Fuck, Cameron. You feel amazing. Just like that. Keep sucking them.”

Piper’s praise and direction register in all my nerve endings. I swirl my tongue around her left nipple and tease her right with my fingers, pulling at it slightly. I moan when I feel her arch into me.

“That’s right,” Piper says. “Are you wet, Cameron?”

Piper’s words stop my heart for a second and send a jolt through my entire body. No one has ever been so direct with me. I suck greedily on her nipple in reply.

Piper pushes me away. “That’s not an answer, Cameron.”

I struggle to meet her gaze.

“I was enjoying that,” Piper says.

I swallow hard.

“I asked you a question. Are you wet for me?” Piper asks.

Wet? I might drown if she continues this seduction. I shift nervously and feel her thighs close to hold me steady.

“Cameron,” Piper says. “Look at me. Right now.”

I lift my eyes to hers.

“Are. You. Wet?”

I try to speak, but no sound comes out. Have I gone mute?

“I would check for myself,” Piper says. “But that won’t establish trust.”

“I trust you.”

Piper nods. “You don’t trust yourself, Cameron. If you want to touch me, you will answer the question.”

“Yes,” I say.

“Yes? Yes, what?”

“Yes. I’m wet.” The words register as a warm rush between my thighs.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” she asks.

Hard? I’ve secured multi-million-dollar contracts that produced less stress. Piper smiles at me. I look at her hopefully, asking for permission without words.

“What do you want to ask me?” Piper asks.

“I want—Can I touch you? Please?”

Piper places my hands on her breasts. “You may.”

I lick my lips.

“Yes?” Piper asks.

“Will you let me taste you?” Did I just say that?

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