against him, exposing her breasts to the moonlight, he knew he was a goner.
Her arms crept up and back to entwine about his neck, and she rolled her head against his chest, giving him total access to her body from the front and inviting his hands to claim her.
He’d never known a woman so trusting, so willing to give herself to the moment. To unabashedly invite him as she had, to taste and touch her. And he wasn’t about to say no.
She turned in his arms and began aggressively undressing him, her fingers sure and confident as she released his belt and practically ripped his shirt open.
“Faith!” he whispered, his head bent to her hair. “Are you sure that you…?”
“I’m sure!” she said, pressing her lips against his chest and trailing kisses across it as she continued in her quest to strip him to the bone. “I want you!”
After a failed marriage several years back, in which case nobody wanted anybody, and several affairs in which case the spark just wasn’t there, Chance was overwhelmed with her passion, her audacity, and her… enjoyment of the moment. She took his breath away!
The little devil on his shoulder smiled an evil ah-ha as they tumbled to the bed in a flurry of undergarments.
He tried to register his thoughts, to rationalize why he was a party to this seduction, how he could possibly face her afterwards once she knew how their relationship would change come Monday morning. He struggled not to fall into the abyss she’d created and to cling to at least one solid reason for not sleeping with her tonight.
“Faith, I didn’t plan…that is, I didn’t bring any…”
She leaned over and pulled a foil packet from her beside table.
“Taken care of, sir.”
“But…this is…I mean, you’ve had a bit to drink tonight.”
“I’m not drunk.” She shut him up with a kiss. “Intoxicated in another way, but I assure you that I am not drunk.”
Chance lay back and moaned in ecstasy as Faith administered the condom on his aching shaft.
“Captain,” Faith said, after she’d managed to land on top of him, with his hands on her bare hips and her body poised above him. “I’m not asking for your hand in marriage.” She cupped his balls as she slid down on him.
“Nope,” he agreed breathlessly, enunciating each following word clearly in an effort to maintain concentration. “That wouldn’t be my hand.”
“Then show a little enthusiasm.” She gouged him in the ribs and laughed. “You’re not immune to me, are you?
“This feel like I’m immune?” His hips thrust to meet hers.
Faith eased herself up and down over his body, rubbing her stomach with her fingertips before letting them travel upwards to caress her own breasts and then to slip into her hair as Chance’s hands replaced hers on her body. And as blood gathered speed and intensity in his veins and his rod became more rigid, she began thrusting harder, taking him deeper and eliciting one unvarnished groan after another from him, her body glistening with sweat the closer she came to climaxing.
Chance pulled her off him and rolled her onto her back.
“No!” she cried. “Chance…no…please!”
“I want to taste you as you come.” He growled, burying his face into the moist curls that had rubbed against his groin moments before.
He thrust his tongue inside of her and laved her clit, tugging at it until he had his teeth gently but securely planted on it. She clutched his hair and screamed…
What was happening to her? This wasn’t what she’d planned. She’d just wanted to release some pent up emotions, not fall for the guy.
Tears pooled in her eyes as her brain finally caught up with her body.
This wasn’t fucking—this was mating, and she had definitely crossed over into unfamiliar territory.
He's vice. She's nice. This potent mix has to be handled with care…
Strip Tease
© 2006 Kate Davies
It seemed easy enough. Hit the local all-male strip club, pick a likely target,
Her arms crept up and back to entwine about his neck, and she rolled her head against his chest, giving him total access to her body from the front and inviting his hands to claim her.
He’d never known a woman so trusting, so willing to give herself to the moment. To unabashedly invite him as she had, to taste and touch her. And he wasn’t about to say no.
She turned in his arms and began aggressively undressing him, her fingers sure and confident as she released his belt and practically ripped his shirt open.
“Faith!” he whispered, his head bent to her hair. “Are you sure that you…?”
“I’m sure!” she said, pressing her lips against his chest and trailing kisses across it as she continued in her quest to strip him to the bone. “I want you!”
After a failed marriage several years back, in which case nobody wanted anybody, and several affairs in which case the spark just wasn’t there, Chance was overwhelmed with her passion, her audacity, and her… enjoyment of the moment. She took his breath away!
The little devil on his shoulder smiled an evil ah-ha as they tumbled to the bed in a flurry of undergarments.
He tried to register his thoughts, to rationalize why he was a party to this seduction, how he could possibly face her afterwards once she knew how their relationship would change come Monday morning. He struggled not to fall into the abyss she’d created and to cling to at least one solid reason for not sleeping with her tonight.
“Faith, I didn’t plan…that is, I didn’t bring any…”
She leaned over and pulled a foil packet from her beside table.
“Taken care of, sir.”
“But…this is…I mean, you’ve had a bit to drink tonight.”
“I’m not drunk.” She shut him up with a kiss. “Intoxicated in another way, but I assure you that I am not drunk.”
Chance lay back and moaned in ecstasy as Faith administered the condom on his aching shaft.
“Captain,” Faith said, after she’d managed to land on top of him, with his hands on her bare hips and her body poised above him. “I’m not asking for your hand in marriage.” She cupped his balls as she slid down on him.
“Nope,” he agreed breathlessly, enunciating each following word clearly in an effort to maintain concentration. “That wouldn’t be my hand.”
“Then show a little enthusiasm.” She gouged him in the ribs and laughed. “You’re not immune to me, are you?
“This feel like I’m immune?” His hips thrust to meet hers.
Faith eased herself up and down over his body, rubbing her stomach with her fingertips before letting them travel upwards to caress her own breasts and then to slip into her hair as Chance’s hands replaced hers on her body. And as blood gathered speed and intensity in his veins and his rod became more rigid, she began thrusting harder, taking him deeper and eliciting one unvarnished groan after another from him, her body glistening with sweat the closer she came to climaxing.
Chance pulled her off him and rolled her onto her back.
“No!” she cried. “Chance…no…please!”
“I want to taste you as you come.” He growled, burying his face into the moist curls that had rubbed against his groin moments before.
He thrust his tongue inside of her and laved her clit, tugging at it until he had his teeth gently but securely planted on it. She clutched his hair and screamed…
What was happening to her? This wasn’t what she’d planned. She’d just wanted to release some pent up emotions, not fall for the guy.
Tears pooled in her eyes as her brain finally caught up with her body.
This wasn’t fucking—this was mating, and she had definitely crossed over into unfamiliar territory.
He's vice. She's nice. This potent mix has to be handled with care…
Strip Tease
© 2006 Kate Davies
It seemed easy enough. Hit the local all-male strip club, pick a likely target,
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