Enya
Of course there’s a sex class. Why wouldn’t Mr. Numero Uno have been the best in his class? Obviously his ‘partner‘, Talia, was just as fantastic in the sack as he is.
Does the man not have a single flaw? It’s maddening.
no, it’s Shane’s office now. I After leaving my father’s old office… need to start calling it that. After leaving Shane’s office, I can’t get the mental image of Christian doing to me all the things I’ve read about in my books. What would that even feel like?
I’ll tell you what it feels like. It feels like delicious sin just thinking about it. I go up to my room and when I look out the window, I see Christian and Shane heading out toward the forest. I know Christian is taking him to spar away from the pack while he tests his strengths and weaknesses.
I remember the feel of Christian’s body against mine this morning. He was wearing a shirt, but I could feel every muscle of his body against mine each time he pinned me against him. What would it feel like to be able to run my hands over his muscular chest and abs?
As if of their own accord, my hand comes up to my chest, gently running over my collarbone and wandering lower. I watch Christian and Shane disappear into the forest as my hand drifts lower.
What would it feel like to have those large, muscular hands roaming over my naked body I close my eyes as my hand slides lower. What would it feel like to have his body pressed behind me, his arm wrapped
around me, holding me steady while his fingers explored my body?
With my eyes closed. I remember the heat of his body against mine. feel his strong arm holding me tightly against him, feel his breath against my neck, making my body shiver.
I sit in the chair he held me in last night while I cried. His scent still faintly lingers on the cushions. It makes my heart rate increase as I spread my legs, sliding my hands inside my pants and panties. I gasp when I feel how wet I am just thinking about him.
I turn my head, taking a deeper breath of his scent as I begin rubbing my clit, imagining that it’s him. I can feel my nipples hardening inside my bra and I slide my free hand inside my shirt, pushing my bra up and moaning as I gently pinch my nipple between my finger and thumb.
In my books, men enjoy sucking on a woman’s nipples and I imagine Christian’s warm mouth on me, sucking my nipple while he rubs my clit. I whimper as my hips buck, thinking about how much I want that, how much I want to feel what it’s like, not just to be with a man, but to be with him. To be with Christian.
I think about those eyes, those intense blue–grey eyes, watching me as he kisses his way down my stomach. Men like to taste their women, at least in my books. The moment I think about Christian’s mouth sucking down on me, an unexpected and powerful orgasm rips through
- me.
I slap a hand over my mouth, covering the cry of pleasure as my body jerks. But I don’t stop. Christian said that he could give a woman more than one orgasm, and I want more. So I continue to think about his eyes on me while he licks and sucks on my clit, moaning as he tastes
- me.
