Page 27 of Touch Me


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“Okay.”

I stayed with my back turned and waited for his flesh to touch mine. His fervid breathing heightened the silence between us. There was only a moment’s delay before I felt his heat. His manly warmth enveloped me as he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my shoulder, my neck, my ear. His breath tickled my skin, raining shudders through my body to feed the growing throb between my legs.

I reached behind my back and unclipped my bra. Henry’s hands captured my breasts, taking their full weight in his palms. He cupped my boobs, rolled them in his hands, and squeezed slightly, like the most sensual of massages, all the while, his lips cruised up and down my neck. His fingers found my nipples and simultaneously manipulated them.

His presence behind me, flush against my body, was both welcome and utterly perfect. The rock-hard bulge in his pants, pushing into my buttocks was unmistakable. It seemed cruel to make him keep his pants on, but at the same time, I wanted to keep this about me. It was time for me to receive undivided attention from a man.

I wanted to be spoiled, and Henry was just the man to do it.

I rolled my head back to rest on his shoulder and allowed him to do things to my breasts that I hadn’t enjoyed in years. While I was occupied, he’d used the distraction to nudge my feet apart with his foot.

“You’re incredible.” His breath fluttered across my exposed neck.

A moan tumbled from my throat as I slid into a hot pool of lust. The throbbing in my loins was so intense I was certain Henry could feel it. I reached for his hand, and with me as the guide, I fed his fingers into my lace panties. My legs buckled as he touched my throbbing bud, but he wrapped his other arm around my waist and held me to him.

My eyes were open, but I saw nothing . . . I only felt the amazing pressure building within me, piece by delicious piece.

I was close, teetering on the verge of absolute ecstasy.

His fingers played me, gliding over my slit, in and out my velvet hole and pleasuring me in waves. He applied pressure to my oversensitive clit, and I drove my fingers through his hair. Over and over, he rubbed and rolled, making my body sing.

I couldn’t hold back a moment longer. I ached for release.

I cried out, and the orgasm that tore through me was an out-of-control inferno. Cataclysmic. Fatal even.

I gasped for air. My eyes shot open, and the world around me reappeared. I stepped forward. I needed to breathe. I needed . . . I had no idea what I needed. I had completely lost myself in the moment. I was in heaven.

I turned to my suave stranger. Henry looked as exhausted as I felt. His hair was ruffled, and his eyes seemed yet to focus, but the look on his face was one of pure wonderment.

“Thank you,” I said.

His eyes shot open and snapped to me. “It’s not over yet!” He clenched his jaw, and the look of resolution on his face was absolute.

I blinked at him. “It’s not?”

Mischief twinkled in his eyes. “Not even close. There’s something I want to show you.” He clutched my hand, and as I allowed him to lead me up the spiral staircase, I watched the muscles in his bottom flex and bulge with every step.

At the top of the stairs, we crossed the glassed-in lounging area, and he opened the door to the sundeck. The sun glistened off the private lap pool that graced the entire length of the rooftop. A glass fence offered an extraordinary view across a beautiful blue ocean that stretched out to the horizon.

Henry led me toward the glass wall and turned to face me, our hands still linked together. “Okay, Memphis, do you trust me?”

I paused, blinking at him. How could I trust a man who didn’t know my real name?

“I want to show you what your body can really do.” He squeezed my hand, and I liquefied under his heady words.

I ran my tongue over my bottom lip, then nodded. “Okay.”

He smiled, that perfect affable smile, and for some inexplicable reason, I allowed myself to fall under his potent spell. Henry closed the distance between us, hooked his thumbs into my panties and gradually slid them down. I watched as he lowered them excruciatingly slow. His face glided whisper-close to my body, over my breasts, past my navel, and when my sex was directly in front of him, he leaned forward and sniffed.

Sniffed me.

Holy wow! That turned me on like I would never have believed. Henry fascinated me. I was his willing pupil, and he’d already proven himself to be an expert teacher.

“Turn around.” He twirled his finger in the air.

I turned to face the magnificent ocean. Down below, people strolled along the beach, and I wondered if they could see me. I didn’t care.

Henry eased behind me, wrapped one arm around my waist and nudged me forward. “Place your hands on the glass.”

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