He moved toward her. A step. Two.
But the innocence was still there.
God help them both if she was a virgin.
“You want to play games, sweetheart. ” He kept his voice low, just barely affectionate.
“I like playing games, Uncle Ian. ” She blinked innocently as she licked her lips in anticipation. “Are you going to teach me some new ones?”
He reached out, smoothing her hair back behind her shoulders.
“Such long, pretty hair,” he whispered, rubbing the strands between his fingers and luxuriating in its silken texture before he gripped a thick swath, holding it in his fist as he pulled her head back slowly.
She was breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling sharply as her dark eyes began to daze. A flush brightened her cheeks as her lips parted almost pleadingly, her eyelids lowering with drowsy sensuality.
He lowered his head, tasting the honey sweetness of those lips. They parted further for him, a whispered moan breathed against his as he caught her lower lip, licking at it sensually.
“Such a bad girl,” he whispered against the curves, watching her eyes closer, the dilation of her pupils, the sensual, sexual greed that filled them.
But she was on overload. He could see it in her eyes, her response, hear it in the breathy little cries that left her lips. She thought herself so adept at hiding how innocent she truly was, that he would never know the difference. But he knew. And it broke his heart.
“I could be. ” She smiled as she answered, her hands braced against his abdomen, her fingers curling into the warmth she found there. “I can be a very bad girl if you want me to be, Ian. ”
Want? That was a rather mild term for what he was feeling right now.
He could feel his balls knotting with overwhelming need, his cock throbbing, engorged with a hunger that swept through every portion of his body. Before he could consider his own actions, before she had time to protest, he used the grip he had on her hair to hold her to him as he turned her quickly around, pushing her last few steps to the wall, pressing her against it.
Her gasping little moan was nearly his undoing. Her response to him, uninhibited without the usual rituals of weakening a woman’s defenses, was addictive. She was pliant, her responses unplanned, unrehearsed. Her pleasure, no matter how he touched her, astounded him.
He smoothed his hand over her buttock, feeling the muscles clench in response. She was naked beneath the dark silk and he knew it, knew it and wanted nothing more than to taste it, to drown himself in her response.
The silk moved along her flesh, creating a cool barrier between his hand and her flesh as he smoothed his fingers over her buttocks. Reaching the hem, he began to lift it slowly, his head lowering until his lips rested against her ear.
“How wet are you, Courtney?” He nearly flinched at the rough, ragged sound of his own voice. “How much does the thought of learning my games turn you on?”
He pressed his fingers between her thighs, groaning at the hot, slick dampness he found there. There were no shielding curls surrounding the swollen flesh. Only the blistering sweet juices coating sensitive folds.
She jerked in his arms as his fingers circled the small entrance to her pussy. The wet heat scorched his fingers as he gathered it around them, sliding back, his touch light, teasing as he then circled the tight, closed entrance to her anus.
“Are you a virgin here, Courtney?” He shuddered himself at the thought. “This virginity I could easily take. ”
She was panting, mewling cries exiting her throat as he pressed against the flexing muscles.
“Talk to me, Courtney,” he crooned at her ear as he worked his fingertip into the ultra-hot entrance. “Do you feel how tight you are there, baby? How hot? Imagine how my dick is going to feel, pressing into it, filling it. ”
She had never been taken there. He could sense it, feel it. The opening rippled around his fingertip like the flutter of tiny birds’ wings. She had no idea how to relax, how to open for him.
He grimaced tightly. She would scream when he took her there. Her head would fall back, her eyes would widen, daze, and she would beg. Beg because the pleasure and the pain would fight for supremacy and send her hurling through sensations she could never imagine otherwise.
He wanted to be the man to give her that adventure. To watch as the ultimate trust was extended to him. In exchange, he would begin giving her the ultimate in pleasure.
It was going to happen. He could feel it pulsing in his veins, throbbing in his cock. There was no way to keep her out of his bed. No way in hell he could keep his hands off her now. If he wasn’t very, very careful, she could become the ultimate addiction.
“Tease. ” Her gasping accusation had a smile tugging at his lips as he moved his hand back, allowing his fingers to slide in the soft warmth of her juices beyond.
“I’ve been accused of many things,” he mused as he rubbed at the small opening to her pussy, feeling the silken heat of her ju
ices trickle from it. “But never teasing…”