He didn’t respond. Just kept staring mulishly away. His silence was answer enough. He did not know.
“Colin, I love your body. It is the reason I couldn’t look away that day. You seemed so strong. So masculine. Surely, you must know I’m attracted to you.”
“No, I’m not used to inspiring female admiration.”
She frowned. “But you must have had lovers before.”
“Considering that all the women I have ever been intimate with before you were prostitutes, I don’t think their opinion is valid. They would have lain with anyone who paid. My appearance would be of no import.”
“You have never been with a woman you didn’t have to pay for?”
“No.” he said simply. Looking straight at her. “Even you, I had to bribe.”
She gasped at the implied insult. At the unfairness of his accusation. His face twisted with regret.
“I’m sorry Abby. I didn’t mean it like that.” He ran his hands through his hair, pacing in front of her.
“What did you mean, then? Do you think I’m only with you because you offered financial security?”
His eyes held a world of pain when he looked at her. “Wasn’t that the bargain?”
“To hell with you and your bargain!” She had had enough of his foolishness. Bolting from the bed completely naked, she bent to retrieve her nightgown. She would be damned if she would stand here naked with him still dressed and insulting her. She felt at a distinct disadvantage. He wouldn’t let her have even this small dignity, though.
Holding her from behind, he brought her naked body against his clothed one. His powerful arms crossed over her torso, holding her to him. She went rigid with outrage and unwanted desire.
“Let me go.” She said tightly.
“No. I like you like this.” He nuzzled her neck. “Let's keep talking.”
“I can’t talk when you do that. And you know it, damn you!”
One of his hands crawled down from her waist to cup her mound, long fingers intruding in her private folds, making her squirm and gasp.
“Then let your body do the talking.” His finger strummed over her bud, and she moaned and thrust her ass back against his rock solid shaft. “Yes, baby. Moan for me. Grind yourself against me.”
His voice, low and gravelly, was pure sin. She knew what he was doing. What he always did. Distract and overwhelm her with pleasure so that she could not focus on him. She wouldn’t let him do it this time, though. Struggling to remain in control under his masterful seduction, she moaned again and reached back to cup him through his trousers.
His rod was hot and rigid. Straining against the confinement of his trousers. She squeezed, and he growled, pushing into her hand. She smiled. Two could play this game. Turning, she slowly slithered down his body until she was kneeling in front of him. Positioning herself right in front of his mighty erection. When his hands reached down to pull her up, she swatted them away and leaned forward to press a kiss to his straining rod through the fabric of his trousers. He gasped and before he could prevent her; she started unbuttoning his trousers, pushing them down, ensuring they were fully off so he could no longer hide behind them.
“Do you want my passion, Colin? Then you must surrender to it.”
He seemed to have lost the battle to resist her, for he ceased trying to stop her. His hands fisted at his sides, his posture rigid. She pushed his pants and smalls down and his erection sprang free.
And there it was, right in front of her.
His magnificent cock that she had glimpsed from afar that day at the lake. That she had felt in her, pleasuring her, so many times since, but had never been allowed to see up close.
It stood ruddy and proud. Long and thick. Veined and scorching to the touch. A bead of fluid wept from the slit at the crown.
Her mouth watered. Opening her mouth, she closed it over the thick head and lapped up that teasing droplet. He growled like a wild animal and half fell backward onto the bed. Holding his cock, she positioned it against her mouth again and took him in.
She took her time exploring him. Familiarizing herself with his texture, flavor, and shape. His hands had come up to cradle her head, but he wasn’t pushing her away anymore. He was guiding her gently, coaxing her to take a bit more of him every time.
She didn’t need coaxing. She wanted to swallow him whole. But she mustn't forget her goal. Looking up at him, she popped his cock out of her mouth and slid her hands down his legs, caressing the corded thick muscles of his thighs and taught calves.
He was completely bare from the waist down, and still wore his coat, waistcoat and shirt on top. It should have looked ridiculous, but it didn’t. He looked like a sex god of mythology. His proud rod sticking out promising pleasure to his woman.
She kneaded his rock hard thighs, lightly dusted with golden hair. Exploring, her hands slid up his flat abdomen and over the silky fabric of his waistcoat. There she undid the buttons deliberately. One by one. His cock was bobbing right in front of her face, and that was a temptation she couldn’t resist. She gave it a lavish lick, and he groaned, falling back onto the bed in surrender. Her mouth kept playing with him, while her eyes focused on her task.
