He followed her instructions, mesmerized beyond belief. Her sensual persona stirred his desire. His pulse kicked up a notch, followed immediately by a deep throbbing in his erection. “And just what do you want me to do?” he asked in a low voice.
She smiled at him. “Just enjoy. I plan to do all the work. But by the time I finish, you will be too exhausted to move.”
Really? Him? Too exhausted to move? And she would be the one doing all the work? He couldn’t wait for that experience. “Now will you keep your hands to yourself or do I need to handcuff you?” she asked him.
He couldn’t help smiling at the thought of that. Did she really have handcuffs? Would she be that daring? He decided to find out. “I can’t make any promises, so you might want to handcuff me.”
“No problem.”
The next thing he knew she’d whipped out a pair of handcuffs slapped them on his wrists and locked them with a click to the chair. Damn. While he was taking all this in, he suddenly heard music coming from the sound system in the room. He didn’t recognize the artist, but the song had a sensual beat.
While sitting there handcuffed to the chair, he watched as Jillian responded to the music, her movements slow, graceful and seductive. She rolled her stomach and then shimmied her hips and backside in a sinfully erotic way. He sat there awestruck, fascinated, staring at her as she moved in front of him. He felt the rapid beat of his heart and the sweet pull of desire as his erection continued to pulsate.
Although he couldn’t touch her, she was definitely touching him—rubbing her hands over his shirt, underneath it, through the hair on his chest, before taking her time unbuttoning his shirt and easing it from his shoulders.
“Have I ever told you how much I love your chest, Aidan?” she asked him in a sultry tone.
“No,” he answered huskily. “You never have.”
“Well, I’m telling you now. In fact, I want to show you just how much I like it.”
Then she crouched over him and used her tongue to lick his shoulder blades before moving slowly across the span of his chest. He would have come out of his chair had he not been handcuffed to it. She used her tongue in ways she hadn’t before and he heard himself groaning out loud.
“You like that?” she asked, leaning close to his mouth, and licking there, as well. “Want more? Want to see what else you’ve taught me to do with my tongue?”
He swallowed. Oh, yes, he wanted more. He wanted to see just what he’d taught her. Instead of answering, he nodded.
She smiled as she bent down to remove his shoes. Reaching up, she unzipped his pants and he raised his hips as she slid both his pants and briefs down his legs. She smiled at him again.
“You once licked me all over, Aidan, and you seemed to have enjoyed it. Now I’m going to do the same to you and I intend to enjoy myself, as well.”
Moistening her lips with a delicious-looking sweep of her tongue, she got down on her knees before him and spread his legs. Then she lowered her head between his thighs and took him into her mouth.
As soon as she touched him, blood rushed through his veins, sexual hunger curled his stomach and desire stroked his gut. Her mouth widened to accommodate his size and she used her tongue to show that with this, she was definitely in control. He watched in a sensual daze as her head bobbed up and down while she fanned the blaze of his desire.