Free Playing for Real: Paolo's Playhouse, Book 5 by Natasha Moore Page B

warned. He brushed his cheek against hers. “Pleasure?” His warm breath tickled her ear.
    “Oh, yes,” she whispered.
    “Good.” She heard the smile in his voice. “You never considered your safe word, did you?”
    “Never.”
    “I knew it. I’m going to lay you down now.”
    Julianne nodded. Her fingers hurt from clasping together so tightly. She stretched them out as she loosened her hold and let her arms fall to her side. She let the straps of her sundress fall and join the bodice around her waist. Paolo’s hands gripped her shoulders as he helped her stretch out on the blanket.
    “Lovely.” Paolo looked down at her. Soon it would be too dark to see each other well. The air was cooling down but not enough to worry about covering up yet. He ran his hands along her arms until he reached her wrists. “We need to get these out of the way again.” He stretched them up over her head.
    He stripped his leather belt from the loops of his jeans and folded it in half. Was he going to slap her with it? But he leaned over her, wrapped her fingers around the doubled-up leather.
    “Hold on tight.” He pressed her wrists into the grass. He didn’t need to tell her not to move them.
    “Someday I want to touch you all over,” she told him. He was so close she could smell his unique scent and feel the heat from his body.
    “I will keep that in mind,” he replied with a small smile. “Perhaps one night I will give you control.” He ran his hands down her arms, along her shoulders and across her breasts. “But not tonight.” He tugged on the chain again, stimulating her nipples once more. He dropped the chain and continued his exploration with his hands.
    When he reached her hips, he pulled her skirt up. Julianne felt the cooling air more strongly on her bare intimate flesh. His fingers skimmed her slick folds and she tilted her hips to get closer to him. “You are so wet, cara .”
    “You made me this way,” she said. “It’s all for you.”
    “I am glad.” He grasped her tightly between her legs. “This is mine, yes?”
    She nodded. Closed her eyes. She couldn’t see much anyway.
    “Answer me, Julianne. This body. All of it.” He kept the one hand cupping her pussy. He collared her throat with his other hand, pinning her to the blanket. “This body is mine to do with as I wish. Yes? You are giving it to me.”
    His words rolled sensuously over her skin. “Yes,” she whispered. “Take me, sir. I’m yours.”
    “Wonderful.” He released his hold on her throat and she whimpered at the loss of the light pressure that reminded her of his dominance. “I am going to take care of you, cara .” He lowered his body to the blanket and replaced his hand with his mouth. A long, wet lick brought her hips off the blanket. Too soon the licks and nibbles brought her close to orgasm. Her panting grew louder and he had to stop what he was doing to remind her to keep quiet.
    “Sorry,” she whispered. She ran her tongue over her lips to get some moisture back into them. Her clit was throbbing. Her blood was pounding in her ears, and she couldn’t hear anything but her pulse and her panting. Her universe had narrowed down to her body and what he was doing to her. What was he doing now? When he didn’t return his attention to her pussy, she moaned.
    He chuckled lightly. “Patience.” She glanced up and saw that he’d unzipped his jeans just enough to release his cock and was rolling on a condom. He shifted between her legs and set his mouth on her again. It didn’t take long for him to bring her to the brink, but he must have been able to tell when she was close, to read her body and her reactions so well that he knew when to pull away before she could climax. She moaned, her eyes still closed, her lips parted as her breathing grew heavier, louder.
    Then he licked her again, lightly drawing his tongue along her sensitive flesh. Too lightly. She was almost there. Almost.
    Then Paolo rose up and thrust into her