Free Ian's Way by Reese Gabriel Page B

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    “You will believe it better when you are tasting me with your mouth and licking me with your tongue,” she said, pleasing him enormously with her boldness. “Feel free to start any time you like.”
    “I thought I already had.”
    “It was a start, but you need to put a little more into it.”
    “And what if I don’t?” he taunted.
    “Oh gosh,” she said, feigning distress. “That would be so unfortunate for you. I would just have to play all by myself. I might let you watch…or not.”
    Nikky raked her fingernails up one leg, extending her toes seductively. His mouth went dry as she touched her labia, lightly teasing the puffy pink folds.
    “You can go now, Ian,” she teased.
    “I’ll stay.”
    “On my terms?”
    “Agreed.”
    She smiled regally and offered him her hand. “You may commence, very, very slowly,” she advised with a wave of her fingers.
    Ian captured her hand in both of his. He kissed each fingertip, one after the other. He could smell her sexual arousal. The juices glistened subtly, beckoning.
    “I like that,” said Nikky .
    Ian licked and sucked each finger.
    Next he put his lips to her palm and then her wrist.
    “That isn’t very slow,” she chided. “Maybe you should start all over.”
    Ian swore mildly under his breath.
    “Is there a problem?” she asked ever so sweetly.
    “None at all.”
    “Excellent.” She snapped her fingers and pointed. “You may suck my toes as a reward.”
    He narrowed his gaze, letting her know that payback would be a bitch.
    “Yes, your majesty,” Ian said as he lowered his head and proffered his lips.
    “You’re learning,” she approved. “Let’s try my thighs. But keep away from my pussy until I tell you, got it?”
    Ian muttered another epithet.
    “I didn’t quite catch that.”
    “I said , your wish is my command.”
    “Indeed it is.”
    Her thighs were smooth as silk. He let his tongue run up and down, savoring perfection.
    Nikky’s sighs gave him an idea. This seduction thing could cut both ways. If he could get her as excited as he was, maybe he could put himself back in the driver’s seat.
    “That’s nice,” she said. “Very nice. Think you’ve earned a little taste of my nipples, big boy?”
    “Sure thing.”
    Ian moved his body deliberately, rubbing his muscles over her, being sure to make contact with every curve on his way up her torso, reminding her of his form, his strength.
    Nikky’s tiny groan indicated that the message had been received. It was a battle of wills now, not to mention a battle of lust.
    Ian plucked her nipples with his lips rather than kissing them. He could feel the hot shivers going down her spine. He might outlast her yet.
    “I said taste, not torture, buddy boy.”
    “Am I torturing you?” he asked, offering an innocent little nibble. “But it’s just little old me…and my lips.”
    “I distinctly felt teeth.”
    “I am just worshipping, sweetheart. You are my goddess, remember?”
    “Then you’d better start minding your manners.”
    “I’m only doing what you told me to do.”
    “You’re interpreting too loosely,” she complained.
    Ian licked across her left breast, leaving a wide swath of quivering flesh.
    “Sneaky bastard,” she accused.
    He lowered his mouth, devouring, consuming. She arched her back, offering herself up for more.
    “Oh…god,” she cried, grabbing at the back of his head. “You’re driving me insane.”
    “Sorry.” Ian sat up.
    She looked at him.
    “I assumed you wanted me to stop.”
    “I do.” She frowned, looking none too happy with her choice.
    Ian grinned sideways. “Having a little trouble keeping ahead of the curve? I will take over if you like.”
    “Absolutely not. I am fully capable of controlling things.”
    “Sure you are.”
    Ian stroked his cock—nice, slow passes up and down his thick, pulsing, rock-hard shaft.
    “What are you doing?” she demanded.
    “You really want me to spell it out?”
    “No, I know what it is.