Free Club Prive Book 2 (Volume 2) by M. S. Parker Page B

making me tense, however, it just flowed into my muscles, further loosening them. When he began to move lower, my eyelids fluttered.
    “Such a beautiful ass,” he murmured as his hands worked my flesh. His fingers brushed the insides of my thighs as he started down and I parted my legs, wanting him to touch me there. He chuckled. “Not yet.”
    He worked his way down my legs to my feet. When he reached them, he stopped. “Roll over.”
    I did as he said, surprised at how relaxed I felt. I grabbed a pillow and propped up my head so I could watch what he did next. He didn’t notice, his attention on my feet. He began to rub them, his thumbs putting the most delicious pressure against points that made things low in my body tighten. How could a person’s feet be that connected to other places?
    By the time he started on my other foot, I was moaning. When his hands moved up my legs, continuing the massage, I had to bite my bottom lip to keep myself from getting too loud. Then his hands were under my breasts, cupping them, fingers moving over them to trace my nipples. I felt the sensitive flesh harden under his touch.
    “Relaxed now?” he asked.
    I nodded. I was relaxed. Every muscle in my body felt like liquid. There was no tension anywhere, only heat.
    “Great.” He gave me that smile that men give women when they know what their touch will do. “Now let’s see if I can change that.”
    He didn’t give me a chance to figure out what that meant. His mouth closed over my nipple and I cried out. The wet heat sent a jolt of arousal through me and then he began to suck.
    “Shit,” I cursed, my back arching.
    He knew just the right amount of suction. Not too little or too much. Hard enough to pull the tip up into a point, but not so hard it was painful. His tongue swirled around my flesh and was followed by teeth scraping and nipping. I fisted my hands in my bedspread, panting as he alternated between bites and licks, one causing little pinpricks of near pain, the other soothing.
    My eyes were squeezed shut, my head tilted back. I could hear the sounds coming out of my mouth and knew that I was being too loud, but I couldn’t stop myself, not with the wonderful things his mouth was doing to me. When he switched to the other breast, the cool air caressed the wet skin he abandoned, sending a whole new sensation through me. He wasn’t touching me anywhere else, only his mouth on my breast, but it felt like every inch of my body was on fire.
    He bit down, just this side of painful and I cried out, an orgasm crashing over and through me. He sat back, letting me ride out my climax untouched. I’d never known I could come just from a mouth on my breasts. I’d heard women say it, but I’d never believed it until now. There was no denying the pleasure coursing through my body.
    It wasn’t until I opened my eyes that I saw Gavin was watching me. I blushed, part of me wanting to cover up, as if he hadn’t already seen everything there was to see. It was different this way, though. Coming while we were touching was one thing. Having him sitting back, almost separate from the experience, was something else.
    “You’re beautiful when you come, you know,” he said.
    He ran a finger over my calf and I shivered. Something so innocent should never feel that good.
    “At some point,” he continued. “I think I’d like to watch you pleasure yourself, just your fingers. See how you touch yourself. Watch your face when you bring yourself to orgasm.”
    I made a sound that I wasn’t sure was either disapproval or agreement. I hadn’t done that with any of my previous lovers. Granted, there had been times I’d helped myself along, but it was always while we were having sex. If I ever had to finish myself off because he didn’t get the job done, I waited until I was alone. That had always been a private thing for me. Now, I found myself wondering what it would be like, to touch myself in front of Gavin, knowing that he wasn’t