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"You're breathing heavily," he said, coaxing her gaze to meet his by lifting her chin with his thumb. "You nervous?"
No point in hiding anything from him, since very shortly he'd know just how nervous she was. "A little. I've never done anything like this before."
He smiled, his full lips spreading wide. "Neither have I. But I'll tell you, my cock is raging hard right now, wondering if you're wearing panties under that dress."
Instantly she was a puddle of arousal. Her body quaked with the need to be touched, caressed. How long had it been since she'd had a decent orgasm? And at that, she'd done it herself.
Time for Sexy Siren Serena to surface.
"No panties," she whispered back in a throaty voice. "Would you like to explore a little?"
Chapter Three
Michael's eyes darkened at Serena's suggestion. His hand wound tighter around her waist, sliding lower to cup a handful of her buttocks. He pulled her against him, lightly rocking his erection against her dampening mound.
"Explore? Like this?" he asked.
She gasped as he reached under her dress, his rough fingers exploring the tender flesh of her inner thighs. He caressed her legs, his fingers barely millimeters away from the center of her pulsating heat.
"You're wet." His eyes held hers while he continued his torturous caress. "Here on your thighs, and I haven't even touched your pussy yet."
Serena focused on breathing. Whimpers of delight and need escaped her parted lips as Michael's questing fingers drew ever closer to her aroused flesh. She looked around at the other couples and singles. Some were in tune only to each other, their new conquests for the week, she supposed. A handful glanced in their direction, and smiled.
The fact they were being watched turned her on all the more.
A few inches more and his fingers would be on her clit. Closer, just a little closer. Touch me, oh please touch me. She bit her bottom lip to keep from begging him to hurry. Her pussy throbbed with anticipation. She already knew it would be good. She'd probably come right there on the dance floor, and wondered what kind of reaction she'd get from Michael if that happened. She was so close already, if he'd only move his fingers just an inch--
"I think we'll just leave it at anticipation for tonight," he said, withdrawing his hand from under the hem of her skirt.
Leave it? What was he talking about? She needed to be touched, and now, dammit!
Transfixed, she watched as he drew his fingers up to his nose, and inhaled.
"You smell like sweet sugar. I wonder if you taste as good as you smell?" He ran his index and middle fingers over his lips and licked them.
She couldn't help it. She moaned.
"Like honey," he said. "Does it excite you to watch me lick my fingers, knowing they're covered in your juices?"
She nodded, incapable of speech, barely able to stand. Her knees were jelly. She felt unsteady, wobbly, and was so damned turned on she wanted to scream in frustration.
"I'm going upstairs to do some work," he said. "Do me a favor."
"What?" She hoped he'd suggest she undress and lie down on his bed to wait for him, so he could finish what he'd started.
"Don't come tonight. Don't touch yourself. When you come, I want it to be with me. When it happens, I want to be there. I want to hear it, taste it, feel it."
Oh, man! Now that was asking a lot of her. Her body throbbed with need. It would only take a couple strokes and she'd be there. And now he was asking her to wait?
"I'll try."
The corners of his mouth lifted in an incredibly sexy smile. "You do that."
*
Don't come tonight. Serena grumbled remembering Michael's words of the night before. She cursed the morning sun streaming in through the open window of her bathroom.
She hadn't slept one bit last night, tossing and turning, her body heated to boiling with arousal, her thighs wet with her juices. And she'd told him she'd try. She had been close so many times during the night, thinking, screw waiting--I need to come. More than once her fingers had inched up her legs and she'd had to forcibly stop them from touching that sweet spot and sending her right over the edge.
But she hadn't. Because he was right. She wanted him to do it for her, wanted him to draw out the screaming orgasm she knew awaited her as soon as he touched her. What she should have done was march right into his room, climb on top of him and fit her aching, dripping pussy over his mouth and demand that he make her come.
He damn well better do it today, or she would be doing it herself. And she didn't care where or when it happened, as long as it happened.
After much deliberation she slipped on a sundress, this one as tight and revealing as the one she'd worn last night. Halter style and bright blue, it was cut low in the front, revealing a considerable amount of cleavage. Her breasts were half exposed on both sides. The hem barely skimmed the top of her thighs, and in fact, she was certain when she sat all her secrets would be revealed, since she purposely left her panties off. She piled her long hair on top of her head, securing it with a clip so that curled tendrils escaped. Satisfied, she set out to find Michael.
Let's see how long he holds out today. He'd rocked one hellacious erection against her last night. She knew he'd been as turned on as she was. Obviously, he possessed way more self-control than she did, or maybe he'd gotten off recently and hadn't needed it as badly as she had.
Either way, she was armed and ready for battle. Already itching to get Michael's hands, mouth and cock on her, she was prepared to do anything to make sure that happened. Before long she would touch him, taste him, feel his lips against her, rim the head of his engorged penis with her tongue.
A long time in the making, Serena's fantasies were going to come true.
She found him sitting at the table in front of the balcony, bathed in the morning sun. Engrossed in his work, he hadn't noticed her presence, which gave her a minute to drink her fill of him.
And what a drink it was. A tall drink--hot, dark and juicy. Full bodied, flavorful, a little taste of heaven. The kind you let slide slowly down your throat because you want to savor forever. She sighed contentedly, imagining looking at him every day for the next week. And not just looking, either, but running her fingers across the black curls liberally sprinkled across his well-toned chest and abdomen. Touching him everywhere. Tasting all of him. She wanted to jump into his lap, yank down his shorts, and ride his cock for a stiff morning workout.
"Good morning," she said, pleased that his eyes widened when he looked up at her.
"Morning. Sleep well?"
She caught the slight smirk of his upturned lips. "Not one bit. You?"
He shrugged. "Sleeping's overrated."
She laughed, sensing he'd been as frustrated as she. Somehow that made her feel a teeny bit better.
They ate breakfast downstairs in the lounge, then picked up their agenda at the front desk. Serena tore open the envelope, wondering if all their selections had been approved.
"We've got Voyeurism Venture today," she said with a tingle of excitement as she scanned the agenda. She looked up at him and smiled.
He arched a brow. "You ever watch people have sex before?"
"Not really."
"Not really? What does that mean?"
"I've only seen it in movies."
"Think it'll get you hot and bothered being in a room surrounded by people fucking?"
She didn't know if she'd actually enjoy it, but she'd thought about it for years. "I don't know, but that's why I'm here. To experience new things.
"Do you like watching porn?"
She nodded. "I have a library of videos."
"Mmm, we'll have to compare video titles."
She laughed at their discussion. She'd never be able to have this conversation with anyone in her small town. "The activity starts at three-thirty, so we have some time to kill."
Michael nodded. "I've got a bit more work to do, anyway. How about you?"
"I have a few things t
o occupy my time." Not really what she wanted to be doing, but if Michael had to work, she'd wait. For a little while longer, anyway.
