Free Invitation to Passion: Open Invitation, Book 3 by Jennifer Skully, Jasmine Haynes Page B

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between her folds. “I love the way a woman’s pussy squeezes me when she comes.
I love her heat surrounding me.” He pushed her hips down to hug his contours.
“I love discovering what turns her on, what makes her scream. But mostly I love
being the man who gives it all to her.”
           She felt herself melting beneath the
onslaught of his well-placed touches and the litany of sexy descriptions. “So
why on earth would you want to tie yourself down to one woman?” He should have
been like her, loving the variety. “I mean, after a couple of times, it’s been
there, done that, on to something new and exciting.”
           “You need to open your mind to the enormous
potential. A man can never know everything there is to know about a woman.
She’ll always have a fresh mystery for him to uncover. A man isn’t worth much
if he thinks he’s discovered everything. The challenge is in figuring out new
ways to please her.” He tapped his temple. “The only limit is in the mind. The
possibilities are boundless. If she likes this ”—he
stroked her clitoris in tight circles—“then why not try that ?” He struck deep inside her and pushed his thumb up against
the base of her clit. She gasped and held onto his arms, her nails digging into
his flesh.
           “Wouldn’t that be even better?” he
whispered. “There are so many variations. I’m surprised, Stacy; I thought you
would have been more imaginative.”
           It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been
imaginative, but then again, instead of choosing variety in technique, she’d
chosen variety in partners. Which provided some procedural differences, but
pretty much it was the same basic
thing. However, she didn’t want to admit that Jud had a point. “I still think
you’re limiting yourself if it’s only one man and one woman.”
           “Don’t women always say men can’t
multitask? You deserve every ounce of my total concentration.”
           True enough, she liked his total
concentration on her pleasure, her body, her needs. “Then concentrate harder. I
haven’t had an orgasm yet.”
           He raised her higher out of the water and
stroked deep into her slick channel. “But you’re very, very wet.”
           And very, very hot. Sparring with Jud had
become a big part of the pleasure. “We’re in a bathtub. Of course I’m wet.”
           “You’re one tough lady, you know. You’re
wet because you’re excited. Unbearably. Which is why you want the orgasm now.
But I’m not done figuring out what turns you on. Give me your hottest fantasy.”
           “I don’t have fantasies. If I want
something, I do it.”
           He leaned in, caressing her ear with just a
puff of air. “Liar. Every woman has fantasies, even you.” Two fingers pumped
slowly inside her, hitting a delicious spot. “Tell me.”
           She shrugged. “Fine. I had a fantasy I
didn’t act on. But only because it wasn’t appropriate at the time.”
           “Ah. Those are the best kind. Close your
eyes”—he put his fingers to her eyelids, forcing them shut—“and tell me every
hot detail of it.”
           He hitched her closer, splaying one hand
along the base of her spine, and gently worked her body from the inside with
the other. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave in.
           “I was speeding, and a cop pulled me over.”
A flash of heat spread through her chest, and her breath seemed harsher in her
throat as she remembered each individual sensation she’d felt that afternoon.
“He was a hottie . I think it was the sunglasses,
because I couldn’t see his eyes, yet his uniform was tight enough over his
crotch to showcase the thick outline of his cock.”
           Stacy’s nipples peaked to rosy buds. Her
breath dropped to a shallow exhale and inhale, and a sweet rush of moisture
made Jud’s fingers inside her even more slippery than before. For this one
moment,