Free Bethany's Rite by Eve Jameson Page B

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reflexive action. “You taste so damn good.” He finished licking her cream off
her nipple and then switched to her other breast.
    Bethany held her breath, waiting for his mouth to cover her
other breast. He stopped a mere fraction of an inch from her straining nipple.
    “I want you to tell me your fantasy.” He bit the very tip of
her nipple hard enough to make her jerk in surprise. “Now.”
    “Which one?”
    “Your latest one.” He flicked her breast with his tongue and
she gasped. As he began to run his fingers up and down her abdomen, closer and
closer to her mound, she closed her eyes and tried to focus enough to
articulate what she had only dreamed.
    “Umm…I’m at work, after hours. The bar is mostly dark. I’m
cleaning the table by that big mirror near the back. I lean over it to wipe if
off and I see a man behind—”
    “Me.”
    Bethany opened her eyes. “What?”
    “Me. You see me come up behind you.”
    She was about to protest, but Wyc pulled her nipple deep
inside his mouth, doing something wonderfully wicked with his tongue. God, at
this rate, he could star in any fantasy of hers he wanted.
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    “Yes. God. Fine. You come up behind me.”
    Wyc smiled as Bethany’s words stumbled over erratic breaths.
He released her wrists and cupped her breasts, pushing them together. Relishing
the perfect combination of soft and firm, he dragged his teeth over one nipple
and then the other. He lifted his head, raised his eyebrows.
    “You were saying?” he asked.
    “I can’t do this if you keep doing that.”
    “Hmm. Then we have a problem, because I’m not going to do
this—” he drew on one breast long and hard until she fisted her hands in the
sheets and arched up off the bed. He released her suddenly, “—if you stop doing
that.”
    “You are so evil.” She took a deep breath and started
talking fast. “You’re behind me. But all I can see is your shadow in the
mirror. And your eyes. They’re glowing with lust. For me.”
    “Mmm-hmm.” Wyc kissed the valley between her breasts and
then dragged his tongue down the center of her torso until he reached her
navel. “And?” he asked when she paused.
    “And then you slip your hands under my shirt…lift it over my
head.”
    He brushed the underside of her breasts with a feathering
touch as his mouth moved across her belly. “Describe your bra.”
    “Black. Lace. You reach around. Pull it down to play with my
nipples.”
    He rolled onto his side. “Put your feet flat on the bed and
pull your knees up,” he instructed.
    A nervous expression clouded her eyes. “I’m not really—”
    He pushed her legs apart and repeated the command. “I want
to see you as you tell me your fantasy. I want to watch you get turned on as
you talk about it.”
    Slowly she pulled her legs up. He moved to lie between them,
placing his hands high on her inner thighs and pressing them even further
apart.
    If there was anything more amazing than a woman’s pussy, he
didn’t know what it was. So pink and soft. He wanted to run his tongue down and
around the silky folds and suck her clit until she screamed herself hoarse. But
he didn’t want her climaxing yet. He wanted to draw this out for her.
    He rubbed his thumbs over the tender flesh of her inner
thighs and gave her a little nipping kiss.
    Wyc glanced up at her. “Show me.”
    “I’m already showing you everything I’ve got.”
    “Your nipples. Show me how I play with them in your
fantasy.” She blushed, and he wrung out her courage by running his tongue down
the crease at the top of one thigh and then up the other.
    She swallowed. Cupped her breasts. Gave them a tentative
squeeze. Then circled the areolas with the tips of her index fingers until the
nipples tightened. She glanced up at him and he gave her a curt nod to
continue. Her eyes closed and she began to lightly pinch and tug on the peaks.
    Wyc’s eyes began to sting from needing to blink. No way in
hell was he missing one moment of