Kept by Him(6)

panties, and he was sensually stroking a long finger down the fissure of her bottom.

A bolt of sensations rushed along her nerve endings and she tensed. “Shh. Relax,” he murmured,

watching her with eyes that glimmered. “This is just us playing for a bit. Nothing is going to happen

here … except this…” He inserted one finger into her pussy from behind, and she gasped and tensed

around the intrusion, her sex clenching around his finger as he murmured, “Just that, Monica, for

now … relax now … let me in.”

She bit her lower lip, having trouble adjusting, but on his second stroke, her vagina seemed to wetly

bloom open, and a sweeping warmth spread along her system. She’d closed herself off to emotions her

whole adult life, for emotions had only caused pain. But there was no denying the pleasure of these

sensations.

Her hip tilted backward at the same time her upper body surged forward until she was breathing fast

against his jaw, barely aware that her fingers were on his shoulders, her senses narrowing to that one

hot touch of his amazingly strong finger scraping the sensitive flesh inside her.

“I’m going to let my hand’s partner join in on the fun, all right?”

His chest rumbled as he spoke and he slid his hand to cup the apex of her thighs. She’d had laser

hair removal years ago, and every inch of her body except her eyebrows, eyelashes, and hair, was bare

and smooth as a dolphin’s. She could feel, without any obtrusion, the slide of his fingers along her

pussy lips, the probing fingertip expertly searching along the top folds. “Why don’t you touch me and

see how you like it, Monica?” he murmured.

She was losing herself as his fingers stroked along the sensitive nubbin above her sex, her

instinctive responses starting to overtake her. Helplessly, she felt her hips move against his hands

while soft purring sounds slipped past her throat, sounds she hadn’t even meant to make.

The fact that she was naked on his lap and he was still dressed made her especially eager to strip

him. Her voice came out breathy. “Can I take your shirt off, Daniel?”

“Do whatever you want with me, Monica.”

As she frantically pushed it over his shoulders, he stopped touching her in order to be able to jerk it

off his arms. Monica’s heart almost stopped, her sex throbbing emptily as a ball of need gathered at

her throat.

She watched the sensual flex of his muscles when he tossed his shirt aside, and she stared avidly at

the elegant BORN FREE tattoo over his heart. She’d been staring dumbly at his spectacular chest when

she realized with a jolt of pleasure that he’d returned to what he’d previously been doing, using his

thumb to roll her clitoris in sensual little circles while a second finger pressed into her pussy along

with the first. She was blown over.

Her eyes widened over the sudden contraction of her entire body. Every muscle, just like her sex,

had seized; even her hands had gone motionless on his shoulders. Nothing moved in her body except

her galloping heart and those fingers inside her. In, out, in, out. God. Those fingers.

He never stopped watching her, his eyes missing nothing. His voice, deeper still, elicited a fresh

wave of heat between her thighs, as he said, “Do you like being touched like this?”

“I … yes. It’s hard to think … of anything else.”

“Good, then I’m not as bad as they say I am,” he purred, his voice full of depth and authority as he

increased the thrusts of his fingers, caressing deep into her channel. She moaned, and she barely

realized it was she who made that sound.

Daniel was motionless, his thighs like iron beneath her, frighteningly tense as his hands moved

swiftly, powerfully, and she mewed softly and stroked her fingers along his shoulders, his collarbone,

his pecs, a fever breaking along her flesh. “Daniel?” she asked uncertainly, as her body tensed in

instinctive rejection of what was coming.

“I’ve got you, Monica. It’s all right. Have you climaxed by yourself before…?” he asked, those

intent green eyes still on her face, still watching her.

She nodded because she couldn’t even speak the “yes”.

“Then this will be just like it. Except it might take you even higher. Feel this spot here…?” He

pressed deeper, and somewhere inside her, almost against her stomach, jolted her with pleasure.

“That’s your G-spot. Do you like it when I touch you there?”

She almost bucked when he stroked again, shooting arrows of pleasure to her toes. She held him

like a lifeline as her hips swiveled to his hand, desperate for more, for the release she could feel