All Chapters of Man of My Heart: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Kari sensed his movements as he poured more shower gel onto his hands, then with one palm flat against her stomach he slowly pressed one finger of the other hand into the tight ring of her ass. Pressed, pressed, pressed, until he was past the muscle and inside the dark tunnel. A thrill of forbidden pleasure began to spiral through her, unwinding and reaching into every part of her body. She forced herself to relax and accept the intrusion and suddenly tiny spasms raced through her pussy. Oh, god! Oh god, this feels so good. I could come just from this one thing.His breath tickled her ear as he chuckled. "I told you I'd make you feel good. I can make you feel even better."A second finger slipped in next to the first, spreading and stretching her tissues, rubbing against the sensitive spots of this virgin flesh. When he began to move his fingers in and out she shivered all over. The faster he stroked, the more aroused she became, streaks of excitement heating her body."Do you like t

The door to the suite was barely closed and locked before Riley was unbuttoning her suit jacket, slipping it off her shoulders and working on the zipper of her skirt."I thought we were going to have lunch," she said, heat flaming everywhere his fingers touched her."We are." His voice was husky with passion. "This is the appetizer."His lips were tracing a warm line from her chin along the column of her neck to the upper swell of her breasts. As the filmy fabric of her blouse slid down her arms he followed its path with his lips, first one arm then the other. Every touch felt like the light kiss of a butterfly, barely touching her skin but lighting up every nerve in its path. Her skirt pooled at her feet as he slid it down her hips and his fingertips trailed down to her stomach and the lace band of her thong.He touched her everywhere, with his fingers and his mouth, one following the other, while he stood perfectly still, exploring her with one hand and holding her with the oth

The remains of lunch sat on the table in the living room of the suite. Now Kari lay on the bed, her wrists bound and fastened to the headboard, legs spread wide. Her pussy throbbed with incredible hunger, astonishing after the last orgasm she'd had. But there it was, grasping at every nerve in her body, arousing every erogenous zone. No man had ever made her feel like this. Ever. Not once in her life. No wonder she so willingly gave control of it to him. Riley knelt between her widespread legs, the remainder of the bottle of wine in his hands. He tipped it downward to dribble the liquid over her nipples, then took long, slow pulls to lap it up. The wine was cool, his mouth hot, and the contracts in sensation made her nipples pulsate. Streaks of sensation raced from the pebbled buds to heat her breasts, aching for his touch.His tongue, like rough velvet, flicked back and forth over one nipple at a time, making sure he captured each spicy drop. Each time he tilted the bottle again, h

"Hey. What about us?" Cobra asked."You know the score," Gary told him. "She succeeds, you succeed. And that could mean another album and more studio money for you guys." He paused. "And Cobra? Behave yourself.""Man." He laughed. "That's no fun.""It would be less fun to get kicked off of this gig.""Yeah?" The bass player's features were arranged in a sneer. "I'm the best fucking bassist you can buy, man. I'm not going' anywhere." ""Just behave. You ready, Jas?"Jasmine grabbed her little cosmetic bag and did a quick repair job, fluffing her hair and checking her outfit. She slapped her Stetson back on and turned to Gary."Okay?""We think you look gorgeous," Tony Baez, her lead guitar player called out. "Forget about him."There was another knock on the door."That'll be your cue," Gary said. "Let's move it, people."Jasmine tried to still the flock of butterflies swarming in her stomach. It's just another song, she told herself. She was glad she knew a lot of the Sweet

"Libby, I'm fine, really."Jasmine leaned back in her chair and lifted her glass of sweet tea. She took a long drink of it, pleased to see that her hands weren't shaking. Her cousin, Liberty McCoy, was sitting across from her giving her the fisheye."You sure don't look fine to me.""But I am. Look." She held out her hand, forcing it to remain steady. "Not even a tremor.""You can't fool me, Jasmine Grey. I've known you too long. You always put on a good front."Jasmine leaned forward. "I'm doing as good as I can, Libby, and that's the truth. I get better every day."The women were sitting out on Jasmine's back patio, one of the few places in her new home that had any furniture. A soft breeze was blowing, tickling the leaves in the big oak tree whose branches hung over the patio. Two jackrabbits raced through the tall grass and in a grove of trees white tailed deer munched on the wild shrubs growing there. The scene was so peaceful she wondered if she'd ever want to leave it agai