How could she possibly handle more? But then that word brought with it a new stirring of her imagination. She moved slightly so she could look into his dark eyes and saw the need shining in their depths. Sandra smiled shyly and realized his long fingers were still inside her. The deep desire in his eyes grew more urgent, his gaze holding her prisoner. His fingers moved slowly in and out of her, his thumb caressing the spot that he had been suckling a few moments before. A knowing smile twitched his lips and she couldn’t believe she was feeling it again, so soon, but her stomach began to clench, and she blushed as he watched her. He looked at her with raised eyebrows, silently wanting an answer to his question. She nodded and blushed as he kissed her forehead, her temple, across to her ear, and down her neck.And so, it begins again, she thought, closing her eyes and resting her head back against the mattress. Everything she had just felt was waking again, and her breath was becoming a
A few moments passed before they collapsed into each other, panting for air, their hearts pounding a wild rhythm against each other. Sandra drew a deep breath, trying to steady herself, listening to the soft rumble of the man’s chuckle as he rolled off her, stretching out beside her. She opened her eyes to see him staring down at her with a gentle smile and blushed.“Thank you,” he whispered kissing the tip of her nose. She frowned staring at him when he winked. “My present was definitely worth opening early.” She blushed, and he pulled her into a warm embrace. “You do realize, you’ve totally ruined my plans for tomorrow.”“How?” she asked and looked into his relaxed expression.“I was planning on taking the yacht out to the middle of the Mediterranean Sea, and spending the entire day making love to you.” She smiled again, snuggling her head closer to his moist chest.“So, what’s stopping you?”“I wanted your first time to be memorable,” he chastised her. “But you were far too eager.
She went into the bathroom with the intent to brush her hair, but before she could find a comb or brush, she heard her phone ringing from somewhere in the bedroom. Sandra went in search of it, recognizing Cathy’s personal ring. Creighton must have brought her purse in from the deck and she found her phone along with it on his dresser.“Sandy, you didn’t call me yesterday. How did your date go?” Sandra giggled at the excited tone in her sister’s voice.“It was amazing, Cathy, and I have a ton of pictures to show you.”“What happened? Tell me everything.” Sandra blushed. She had no intention of telling her everything.“Well, we had supper on Creighton’s yacht,” she told her and smiled again as her sister gasped on the other end of the phone. “And yesterday, we went parasailing, and water-skiing, and we went to the Matisse Museum in Nice. It has been the most amazing twenty-four hours of my life.”“That sounds great, but parasailing? Water-skiing? Okay, who are you and what did you do wi
The ball was in her court as her grandfather was so fond of saying. As he reached for his coffee cup, a strange sensation came over her, and she slid the hem of her shirt up her thigh, and tucked it between her legs, exposing her bare hip. Sandra slid her hand over her outer thighs and lifted the material up around her hips, exposing her bare bottom. Creighton caught her movement out of the corner of his eye and stopped immediately, his coffee cup perched to his open mouth. A moment later he was jumping from his seat, hot coffee soaking into his shirt and spilling onto his lap.Sandra looked at him and blinked innocently as he wiped at the moisture with the cloth napkin, cursing violently. He looked up at her, anger etching his features, but she chose to ignore it and continued to stare at him innocently. Moments passed as they stared silently at each other over the space of the deck. She found it near impossible to contain her flittering heartbeat but managed to remain calm. The game
The bedroom door opened, and Sandra stopped short at the sight. The room had been organized and put back together. Clean white sheets replaced the bloody ones from the night before, twelve varied sizes of pillows set fluffed against the headboard and the blanket and bedspread were neatly folded back, covering the lower half of the mattress. Her clothes had been folded and placed on the top of the dresser and on the corner of the bed, just as Creighton had said, was a small thin white box with a dark blue ribbon. She opened it to find a layer of emerald green tissue paper. Moving it aside, she found a small black camisole top, and tiny matching panties. They were very soft, satin or silk she thought, trimmed in delicate black lace. They looked paper thin and she held them up to the light from the window, gasping when she saw how see-through they really were. It would be like wearing nothing at all and she smiled. That was obviously his reasoning in wanting her to wear them. Perverted m
“Foreplay is very important in a good sexual relationship,” he breathed against her ear. “You were very good at teasing me on deck, now I want you to do it again. Show me how you play with yourself.” She blushed, drawing a deep breath. “Play for me,” he urged, and she slowly shook her head. “I don’t know how,” she admitted and watched the amusement creep its way into his dark eyes. “I’ve never done anything like that before.” He took her hands and placed them against her breasts. “It’s easy,” he told her. “Close your eyes and pretend I’m touching you. Just relax, let go and have fun like you did on deck.” He pressed her hands gently against the soft fabric of her camisole, rubbing them across her breasts. She could feel the pebble hard nipples against her palms. “I want you to tease me, my love,” he whispered in her ear. “Drive me crazy, Sandra. Make me jealous.” Slowly, awkwardly she began to rub her hands across her breasts, her eyes closed as he had instructed. Her heart bega
Sandra smiled at him feeling the deep blush etching her cheeks. He stood up and reached for her hand, helping her to her feet. He kissed her hand gently, then sucked on the fingers that had just been inside her, making her blush deepen.Sandra glanced down his body as he stepped to the shower and turned on the faucets. It was the first time she had seen him…any man for that matter…like this. It was very hard to imagine that had been inside her, even now as he hung slightly limp yet still solid. He looked far too large for her.“Keep that up and you’ll be in trouble again,” he told her, causing her to look up into his warm eyes. He smiled at her expression and pulled her toward the shower, taking the rag from the vanity and wetting it under the stream of water, then squeezed it out before handing it back to her.“Wash up while I’m in the shower, but don’t get undressed,” he winked at her. “I want to watch you take your clothes off.”“Do I get to watch you?” she asked, surprised at her
She looked into his eyes and watched as his need echoed in the deep blue depths. A moment later she heard him as well as felt him, when his passion exploded, tasting the hot liquid as it filled her throat. She pulled away a moment later, unable to breathe, smiling at the expression of awe in his eyes. It really wasn’t as bad as Cathy had told her it would be, but she swallowed most of it without tasting it.“You are amazing beyond words, my little virgin,” he said, lifting her by the shoulders and kissing her lips passionately.“I don’t know much,” she said honestly a few moments later. “But I have a sister who talks a lot and I’ve always been a quick learner.”“And I have plenty to teach you,” he whispered. Turning, he adjusted the volume higher on the stereo, and looked back at her, offering her a wicked grin.“Dance for me,” he whispered, holding her hands and walking back to the bed, sitting on the edge she had just vacated while she stood before him. His hands ran slowly up her