s and panties,” I murmur, and he smiles
against my throat before he drops to his knees in front of
me. Oh, I feel so powerful. Hooking his thumbs into my
jeans, he gently pulls them and my panties down my legs. I
step out of my pumps and my clothes so that I’m left
wearing only my bra. He stops and looks up at me
expectantly, but he doesn’t get up.
expectantly, but he doesn’t get up.
“What now, Anastasia?”
“Kiss me,” I whisper.
“Where?”
“You know where.”
“Where?”
Oh, he’s taking no prisoners. Embarrassed I quickly
point at the apex of my thighs, and he grins wickedly. I
close my eyes, mortified, but at the same time beyond
aroused.
“Oh, with pleasure,” he chuckles. He kisses me and
unleashes his tongue, his joy-inspiring expert tongue. I
groan and fist my hands into his hair. He doesn’t stop, his
tongue circling my clitoris, driving me insane, on and on,
round and round. Ahhh . . . it’s only been . . . how
long . . . ? Oh . . .
“Christian, please,” I beg. I don’t want to come
standing up. I don’t ha一ve the strength.
“Please what, Anastasia?”
“Make love to me.”
“I am,” he murmurs, gently blowing against me.
“No. I want you inside me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Please.”
He doesn’t stop his sweet, exquisite torture. I moan
loudly.
“Christian . . . please.”
He stands and gazes down at me, and his lips glisten
with the evidence of my arousal.
Holy cow . . .
Holy cow . . .
“Well?” he asks.
“Well what?” I pant, staring up at him in frantic need.
“I’m still dressed.”
I gape at him in confusion.
Undress him? Yes, I can do this. I reach for his shirt
and he steps back.
“Oh no,” he admonishes. Shit, he means his jeans.
Oh, and this gives me an idea. My inner goddess
cheers loudly to the rafters, and I drop to my knees in
front of him. Rather clumsily and with shaking fingers, I
undo his waistband and fly, then yank down his jeans and
boxers, and he springs free. Wow.
I peek up at him through my lashes, and he’s gazing at
me with . . . what? Trepidation? Awe? Surprise?
He steps out of h
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