Sample 1

Two can play this game. Holding her firmly, I gaze down at her smooth sex as I bring two fingers together, sliding them along her slit and letting her clit catch between them. I gently squeeze and pulse. “Oh God,” she breathes. Her head turns sharply, and her grip on my hand tightens. I pulse my fingers, teasing her entrance. She opens just a little more for me, and I take that as an invitation. I slip one finger inside her. Damn, she’s tight. And soaked. Really fucking soaked. Moving closer, my lips are tempted to press against her warm skin, but I hold back. This is about making a point. This is about showing her exactly what I can do to her with just my hand. I pull my finger out and then glide my thumb over her clit. She hisses as I apply more pressure, making small, circular motions. “Yes,” she whispers, her hips pleading for more. But I keep my touch light, letting the gentle pressure drive her wild. Slow circles.

Sample 2

His head fell back, chest heaving and falling. “Mia, you don’t need to.” She cupped his throbbing arousal, massaging him through his jeans, and he moaned through his teeth. “I want to,” she whispered. “I want to make you feel so good.” She flicked open the button at the top of his fly and carefully lowered the zipper, sucking in a breath when his shaft grew impossibly larger inside his briefs now that it was free from confinement. Jake’s knuckles turned white on the arms of the chair, and he stopped breathing altogether as she pulled down the waistband of his briefs and saw his erection up close. He was long, smooth, and broad, with veins wrapping around him like lines on a road map, and wow. Yes. She’d been telling the truth. She really did want to make him feel good. So badly, her inner thighs were turning slick with her own need. Wanted to be on her knees, giving pleasure to this man who’d been celibate for so long. This man who’d treated her with care and respect.

With a sympathetic pout, she gave his shaft a tight pump. And another one. Waited until his eyes started to glaze over, then she dragged her tongue up the meaty underside of him, closing her mouth over the velvet helmet on top. Making her tongue flat and stiff, she teased the salty slit and the sensitive ridges before taking him deep, deep, right up to the point where tears pricked her eyelids. God, he pulsed on her tongue, great, quick surges of life that her femininity started to echo, making her groan around his hard flesh. “Goddamn, baby, that mouth,” he groaned, one of his hands fisting her hair, urging her faster, even as he barked, “Stop. Stop. I’m going to come.”