“Obviously not enough tonight.”
He pinched the back of my thigh, and I yelped. “Get on the bed, woman.”
“Yes, sir.” I stepped back and shimmied out of my dress and underwear, then climbed onto the new four-poster bed, the fluffy white comforter sinking beneath me. I tucked my legs beneath me and put my hands in my lap, trying to emulate the proper submissive kneel I’d learned about.
Foster shrugged off his jacket and pulled off his shirt, watching me intently the whole time. Then he walked forward and braced his arms on the two posts at the foot of the bed, looking like some winged god who was about to swoop down and ravage me. “You look like some sweet, innocent thing in the middle of all that white fluff, angel. Everything except your eyes. Your eyes say that you’ve got a seductress inside waiting to come out to play.”
I smiled, feeling shy all of a sudden at his hot perusal. “I’m not so sure about that.”
“Show me, angel. Tempt me into your bed.”
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Cela’s eyes went a little wide at his command, and Foster almost chuckled at her shock. She truly had no idea how fucking seductive she could be. But he was about to give her a chance to see it for herself.
“What do you mean?” she asked, brown eyes guarded.
“I mean,” he said, keeping himself there at the foot of the bed, despite his body demanding he pounce on her right this very minute, “show me what I’m missing if I don’t crawl into this bed with you.”
He could see her throat work as she swallowed hard. “I’m not sure I can.”
“You will,” he said, a soft command. “Close your eyes if it helps.”
She nodded, and though he could tell she was reluctant, she let her eyelids fall shut.
“Go ahead, beautiful. Tempt me.”
Tentatively, her hands slid up from her knees, along her body, until she was cupping those full, lush breasts of hers, the nipples darkening with arousal as she ran her thumbs over them. She tilted her head back with a gentle sigh of contentment, her dark hair sweeping along the top curve of her ass.
His grip tightened on the posts as his cock pressed against the fly of his dress pants. “That’s right, angel. Show me what kind of pleasure you like.”
He loved how close to the surface her sensuality was becoming, how her fledgling sexual confidence was blooming and stretching toward the light. Toward him. He’d never seen anything more erotic.
Apparently buoyed by his encouragement, she parted her knees a bit, exposing that pretty pussy of hers to full effect. Sweet pink lips glistening and flush with arousal. The sight nearly had his restraint dissolving. He’d left her panties on at the restaurant, so he hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing just how turned on she was until now. But he’d felt how wet she’d been and knew that she’d feel like heaven around him.
One of her hands drifted down from her breast and parted her folds, her pale painted fingernails sliding tentatively along the swollen bud he’d teased with the crop tonight. The sight was so sweetly erotic that he had to reach down and unfasten his belt and pants to free himself before he suffered permanent zipper marks on his cock. Her fingers teased at her entrance, and she hummed a moan in the quiet of the bedroom. His hand gripped his cock, giving it a long stroke as he watched her fingers disappear inside herself.
“Look at me,” he said hoarsely. She hesitated for half a breath, then lifted her head and opened her eyes. Her pupils were almost full black with arousal, but her teeth bit at her lip, her insecurity returning now that she had to face him. He reached out and grabbed her chin. “You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. See what you do to me.”
She glanced down, probably not even realizing how her natural demureness stoked his fire even further. She licked her lips as she took in the sight of his cock in his hand. Fuck. The last vestige of his
own control snapped, and he shucked off his pants to climb onto the bed over her. “Hands and knees, angel.”
She scooted backward and turned over. The faint red marks still on her back from the crop made him groan aloud. He’d been so fucking hot for her watching her take the blows in the middle of that garden. It’d taken every ounce of his strength not to back out on her punishment. But he knew the patience would be worth it. He’d earned her trust, and now she’d give herself over to him freely. Instead of wondering and worrying, they could sink into the moment and relish every bit of the reward.
He glided his hands along her hips, enjoying the way she trembled ever so slightly under his touch. He’d never taken her in this position. No one had ever taken her in this position. The realization gave him some perverse caveman pleasure. He’d never been one to get hung up on a woman’s “virtue.” In fact, he typically enjoyed women who took charge of their own pleasure and weren’t afraid to seek out what they desired. But damn if he hadn’t developed some primal appreciation in knowing that anything he did with Cela, he was the first one. It was like some unexpected gift. Any mark on her, any place explored, was all his.
He leaned over and kissed along her spine. “Did you consider my request about condoms, angel?”
He’d sent her his medical report this weekend, leaving things up to her. He didn’t want to push her on the issue—especially now, knowing her sister had gotten pregnant as a teen. That could strike fear in the heart of any woman. But he couldn’t help but ask, the thought of being inside her bare was too decadent to contemplate.
She looked over her shoulder at him. “I’m on the pill. And . . . I want to feel you. Skin to skin.”
Thank God. He moved his hands along the front of her thighs, working to be gentle, knowing her skin was tender from earlier, then positioned himself at her entrance. Her heat teased at the already slick head of his cock, beckoning him. Tilting back a bit to fully enjoy the view, he pushed into her, watching his length disappear inside her cleft.
Ah, God. Now it was his turn to shudder as her warmth and wetness enveloped him whole, making him momentarily unaware of anything but the exquisite feel of their joining. His fingers dug into her hips. He’d only ever gone bare with one other woman, and he couldn’t remember the sensation being this fucking fantastic.
She gasped a bit when he settled deep inside her, and he realized quickly that he was already gripping her too hard. He loosened his hold. “Sorry, angel.”