“Nice...very nice,” he said in approval, his voice little more than a growl. His hands fell on her waist, into which he dug his fingers. He tugged her back hard against him, and she felt too excited by his closeness to breathe. What did he want? What was he going to do to her?
“Your body is mine,” he told her softly in her ear, making the tiny hairs on her lobe tingle. She gasped and arched her neck, feeling his lips slide over her skin feverishly. His hands smoothed up over her breasts, cupping them. She still had on the gorgeous necklace, and it glinted brightly even in the well-lit room. That single strand hung down between her mounds, which the tight corset had pushed together to form a juicy cleavage.
“And tonight, I’m going to claim the spoils,” he went on softly, holding her gaze in the mirror. “I will re-discover every succulent, sweet-tasting inch of you...till you are imprinted in my memory, as I will be in yours. And no man is ever going to touch you, or kiss you again, without you thinking of me – and remembering how perfect it was between us.”
Miranda felt her heart lurch at this promise, shocked at the edge of dismay, which mixed in with the desire she felt for him to keep his word. She didn’t want him to make her think of later, of when their one week of stolen passion will have to end. She wanted to dwell on the here and now, because remembering that soon, she would need to walk away and not look back, was becoming a prospect too terrible to envisage...
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She’d secretly thought that nothing could top last night. But that memory was beginning to fade to the more unhurried, yet even more vigorous sexual regimen he mapped out for them that night.
There, in front of the mirror, he began to kiss her lips strongly, his hand in her hair twisting her head back over her shoulder so she could meet his lips. His other hand had pushed beneath the corseted bra to grab hold of her breast, his touch rough and passionate. She moaned, feeling him massage her sensitive nipple with his fingers. He pinched it suddenly, making her gasp at the unexpected sting. And then he pulled, and pinched, and set her on fire with the hot blend of pain and pleasure. Her knees felt weak and unable to support her, and it was like her shattering climax in the car hadn’t happened, because she wanted him now even harder than before.
She was hungry for him in ways that frightened her. She wanted him to take her roughly, with no holds barred. To fling her to the bed on her knees and ride into her so deep she’d feel it in her ribcage. She wanted hotter, sweatier sex with him than they’d had before... And something in the way he yanked on her hair as he kissed her, tugging at the roots so hard it made her eyes burn a little, told her he was of one mind.#p#分页标题#e#
She danced her tongue with his daringly, opening her mouth wide and trying to devour him with her kiss. He expressed his approval with a deep groan, his caresses on her breast mounting in urgency, “Oh hell, I want you so bad...,” were his tortured words against her lips, and she trembled as she told him she wanted him too.
“Yes...you do,” he agreed with a dangerous glint in his eyes as they met hers in the mirror. “And you’re going to love the things I want to do to you...”
She knew he was right. And when he asked her softly in her ear if she trusted him, she nodded soundlessly. Over and over again she trembled, wondering the reason for the question. Already, she was finding it hard to breathe, especially in the tightly-laced corset that he still made no move to take off. Watching him touch her and kiss her as they stood in the mirror was such a turn-on, and she felt her already soaked panties getting wet all over again.
“On the bed, now.”
His tone was brusque, breaking into her haze of pleasure. Without a word, she moved to the king-sized bed, not sure how he wanted her, till he told her to go on her hands and knees. She obeyed, wondering why it felt so good to be so submissive, to hear him instruct her and knowing she would comply without question. She felt a roiling inside her belly as she waited for him to join her. Moments later, she felt the mattress dip beneath his weight, and then he was tying a silk scarf over her eyes.
Her heart thumped, the sudden deprivation of sight heightening her already fevered excitement. She was taking shallow, rapid breaths to stop the sudden feeling of suffocation the corset was giving her by this time. It was far from comfortable and yet it seemed to only add to the eroticism of the moment. Besides, she felt so sexy wearing it, knowing how turned on he’d been when he’d seen her in it.
She could feel him caressing her bottom, his hands cupping the fleshy cheeks as he told her how sexy her ass was. She squirmed with pleasure, his voice trailing over her like warm satin. Not being able to see, she could only feel, and she kept holding her breath and wondering what was coming next. The suspense was almost killing her, but in a deeply titillating way.