In the end, he felt her fingers loosen and, a moment later, his wrist was free, his hands able to move over that perfect part of her that he craved like a mad man. “Beautiful,” he whispered as his thumb rubbed against the extremely sensitive peak. “You’re beautiful,” he told her.
When he felt her shudder, he moved his attention to the other breast, pushing the lacy material of her bra out of his way as he looked down at her. She was stunning with her mouth slightly open and her eyes closed, waiting for him to give her whatever pleasure he wanted. When his thumb flicked over the other peak, he felt her body tremble, her pretty, white teeth biting down on her lower lip as she tried to control her body’s reactions to what he was doing to her.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded, wanting to see the desire in her eyes.
When she complied, he felt as if his body was going to explode with the need to fill her up, to feel her tighten around him as she convulsed with her first orgasm. Damn, he wanted this so badly! But once again, he’d started something that he couldn’t finish.
Then again, who was to say he couldn’t help her, show her what her body could do? He would love to see her body throb to a climax. It would almost be as good as him joining her. That would happen, he promised himself. But for the moment…
With that intent in his mind, he pushed her backwards until she was sitting on her desk. She wasn’t sure what he was going to do but she was his to command, he realized. And with extreme gentleness, he lifted her up and pressed her further back. “Just relax,” he told her with a soothing voice.
Joline would have laughed at his command if she weren’t so tied up in knots with the way he was touching her. But she fell backwards slightly until she caught herself on her hands behind her back. Looking up at him, she wasn’t sure what he was going to do. All she knew was that she didn’t want him to stop. He couldn’t stop! She was so wound up, so desperate for anything he might do to her, she didn’t care what it was as long as he kept touching her.
But then his mouth latched onto her breast, his tongue flicking against her nipple and she almost screamed out as the friction from his tongue drove her crazy. The only reason she didn’t cry out was because he’d anticipated her reaction and his hand covered her mouth. Moving higher, he covered her mouth with his, kissing her deeply for a long, drugging moment. When he lifted his mouth, he looked down into her eyes. “You have to keep quiet, Joline.”
She didn’t understand, but bit her lip again, trying not to make a sound. But then his mouth latched onto her nipple and he used his teeth this time. She wasn’t able to hold back, her body shifting uncomfortably against her desk, wanting more but not sure what to ask for. She panted slightly, her mind exploding with the crazy pleasure. But it wasn’t quite pleasurable, she thought as his hands and mouth moved over her body. No, she could never qualify this as pleasurable. But she didn’t want him to stop. She might cry if he stopped!
When she felt his hands move under her skirt, she thought she was going to light on fire. His expert hands tossed her shoes behind her then reached under her skirt once more, pulling her pantyhose down. “Lift your hips,” he told her urgently.
She followed his order blindly, so caught up in the torrent of feeling that she would have done anything he told her to do.
“Open for me, love,” he encouraged, his hands moving between her knees. He pressed against the inside of her legs until he was able to move his hips between them. Then his hands slid slowly, sensuously upwards, his thumb rubbing against the lace edge of her underwear. When she felt his fingers there, in a place where no other person had ever dared, her eyes flew open and she started to panic.
“Trust me,” Rais coaxed, his voice soothing even as his fingers brushed back and forth against her tender skin. “Just relax. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. And if you don’t like anything that I do, just tell me and I’ll stop.”
Joline’s fingers relaxed ever so slightly. She shivered once again when the triumph flared in his eyes but she didn’t have time to dwell on that look. All of her senses were focused on his fingers, the way he was touching her.
When one finger slipped underneath the lace, she inhaled sharply, her whole body tense as she waited, anticipating what he might do to her.
“Relax, Joline,” he soothed, his finger moving back out even as he watched her. When his finger moved back underneath the fabric, he dove in and captured her lips, distracting her from his fingers this time. When his touch found her heat, discovered how wet she was, how ready for him, he almost lost control. But he held on with a fine thread, watching and finding extreme pleasure in her excitement.