Free Instruction in Seduction by Judy Jarvie

wasn’t the loincloth jungle dream, but that might just be stretching things.
    She closed her eyes and kissed him from the heart. Her body wasn’t far behind the party either. The kissing was infectious, exquisite even but it didn’t extinguish their relish, it only fuelled the frustration.
    Frustration to touch, taste. To be free of clothes, to be closer. To feel skin on skin. To share mounting anticipated desire. Kirsty was right about this being electrifying. It needn’t be scary; it was empowering.
    “You’re sure about this?” Nick checked.
    “I didn’t get into underwear this sexy for nothing.”
    He was simultaneously undressing her and his own shirt flew across the room. He was undressing her like he couldn’t do it fast enough and she couldn’t have him do it at quick enough pace either. And suddenly she didn’t care that she’d stepped out of her unfastened dress and she was standing in front of Nick Palmer in nothing but underwear.
    It was hot underwear. And now that she came to be less shy and critical; her figure looked fantastic inside it. In fact she wanted the underwear to be gone.
    Sadly he was taking a bit too long on her top half. She flipped down her bra straps, kicked off her slinky boots.
    “Surer than sure,” she proved it by moving her mouth over his and plunging her fingers into his hair.
    She could have eaten him whole. Nibbling his earlobe; more delicious than she could ever have imagined it to be. She tasted - his neck, his mouth, the hollow at his throat. If they tasted this good, what of the rest of him?
    Her hands played over his taut muscles. The planes of his abs made her groan and his biceps were the stuff of legend. She was thrilled to feel manly hair that delighted her. Needing to hear his breathing grow jagged when she touched him.
    “Oh man!” he groaned. “Easy.”
    She dipped her head to kiss his chest. “Does that feel good?”
    He moaned and her spirits soared. She had so much more to show him than words. With smoky dark eyes he welcomed her astride him on the bed. He clasped his hands around her waist protectively as they kissed. Then he let fingers stray over the very tops of her thighs to trace steady lines upwards, travel further to encircle her hips. Her suspenders made her feel sexy. She mentally thanked Lisa’s persuasion to try them.
    “I want you,” he told her.
    She pushed herself close. She invited. “I’m ready if you are.”
    “No rushing,” he said. “I plan to make sure you enjoy this evening.”
    Ailsa unclasped her bra. Enjoyed the feeling of her sexy underwear, then she shook her hair free and arched her back like a cat. She shimmied to brush him. “Still want it slow?”
    He groaned and muffled a curse. His mouth was on her breasts, biting and kissing the swell of them, then the nipple. He teased her with his practiced gentle teeth.
    He rolled her onto her back but Ailsa stopped him. She let her hand stray down to unlatch the buckle of his annoying leather belt. She watched him bite back desire as she threw the belt to the floor. So this was what it felt like to take charge. Their eyes met and he gave her silent consent.
    She was finally being the seductress and doing a good job. It wasn’t half as bad as it might have been. It was fun.
    “Now touch me,” she ordered.
    Nick’s eyes darkened. “Ailsa, what happened to gentle and easy?”
    She took his hand and placed it on her hottest place.
    Excitement started to spill infectiously. His hands slid with smooth deliberation up her torso, cupping her full and aching breasts. He skimmed her nipples and the contours of her curves with his thumbs. It sent a live charge to bits of her that buzzed with desire.
    “Good?”
    Then he played his tongue expertly up her torso. Flicking his tongue and playing the roughness of his teeth, making her gasp and her need swell. Her breathing was jagged and debilitating. His mouth travelled down her body to the very hem of her silky panties. His eyes met