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“No man can serve two
Masters, but a woman…she can have many,” he whispered leaning
close, smelling the clean scent of almond and vanilla massage
oils and woman.
“Chauvinistic?” The air leaving her mouth was warm on his cheek.
He wondered for a moment what the warmth would feel like on his
cock. His member responded with a jerk that rubbed against her
hip. She gasped, the tiny sound encouraging him to continue.
He stepped back and met her dark gaze. “Fact,” he said with
conviction. “Should I demonstrate?”
She sucked the corner of her bottom lip into her mouth and her
small white teeth bit down. “No. Just let me go.”
His resistance faltered and he reached for a wavy tendril that
lay upon her chest. “Angel, you know I cannot.” The cool strand
slid through his fingers. He closed his eyes, imagining her
thick tresses covering his thighs, his legs, moving across his
body as she slid against him, took him deep within her mouth.
“Why?” Her voice broke and she sounded almost childlike. But she
gave a very womanly gasp as he brushed her hair across her
sensitive breast. Tiny bumps rose across her satin skin.
“It was your desire to learn what we offer at Ecstasy Island.”
As Shawn spoke, a grumble came from Terrance. His brother was a
man of action. Patience was not a virtue he possessed. Shawn
glanced over his shoulder, receiving a quick brush from
Terrance’s hand to “get on with it”, while Tor casually leaned
against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, a smirk on his
face.
Shawn ignored Terrance’s prodding and Tor’s quiet teasing.
Pleasure was not to be rushed. More enjoyment could be achieved
with seductive words, a sensual touch and time—plenty of time.
Shawn placed his back squarely to his brothers and focused on
the beautiful woman before him. “I’ll start by placing a ring on
your lovely nipple.”
Her body tensed. Fingernails bit into the palms of her hands as
she flexed and uncurled her fingers, leaving sharp impressions
in her skin.
“Relax,” he whispered just before capturing her nub in his
mouth. She whimpered, the sound a desperate cry of longing. His
tongue rolled the peak around and around, flicked the tip
several times. Then he latched onto her nipple and drew hard,
forcing yet another moan. She arched into him.
He couldn’t help the smile that creased his lips. And he
couldn’t help needing to caress her as he slipped the rings in
the pocket of his toga. While he suckled her, one hand remained
at her breast softly kneading the under swell as the other
followed the curve of her waist, the flare of her hip, the
smoothness of her thigh. When he skimmed across her knee to the
inside of her thigh she trembled.
Slowly his palm moved up her inner-leg. He released her nipple
and feathered kisses along her throat, nipping at her chin
before he pressed his mouth to hers.
The kiss was a gentle exploration, probing her full lips lightly
for entrance. There was little fight in her before she opened
and allowed him to taste her. She must have eaten a mint
recently because her breath was fresh, a hint of evergreen
against his taste buds.
When his hand neared her core he paused, waiting for her to give
him a sign that she wanted, desired his touch. Her eyes closed,
hips pushing against his palm. It was subtle, but all he needed
to continue as he slipped a finger into her wet, hot chamber.
His body was a composition of taut muscles and raw nerves as he
fought for control. She was slick and welcoming, her inner
muscles contracting around his finger. He wanted to possess this
woman. Wanted to tie her to his bed, spread her wide and
memorize every curve, every mound, learn every erogenous zone
that would make her squirm, scream in ecstasy. His finger
steadily pumped in and out, her hips meeting each thrust. He
wanted to fuck her pussy, her ass, her mouth, hour after hour
until they both were sated and exhausted. Then he would lay with
her in his arms and for the first time in a long time he would
sleep peacefully, complete, waking to her lovely face. And then
he would fuck her again.
Drawing the rings from his pocket, he slipped one over her erect
bud. Her eyes sprang wide as if she had never felt the
pleasure-pain of the jewelry. She whimpered a light cry of
distress. But her eyes were bright with excitement.
She was ready. |