“Relax, Melody,” Abram says with a small smile. “This is all part of your work as a muse. I need a picture, but I can’t get it unless you do as I tell you. You just need to let your imagination run as wild as it can go. Can you do that for me, please?”
Something about the daring challenge in his eyes sets off a thrumming excitement in the pit of my stomach.
I suddenly want to indulge in the sinful promises that his eyes hold.
I take a deep breath and slowly shut my eyes.
I lean back on the couch and clear my throat nervously.
“I’m ready now,” I say in a small voice.
“Good girl,” Abram mutters approvingly. “Now free your mind of any other thoughts except me. Imagine the feel of my lips on yours….”
The picture isn’t hard to come up with.
I’ve done it a thousand and one times.
I bite my lower lip as a warring anticipation boils up my blood. A tingling sensation that’s almost physical shoots up my skin as my imagination gets bolder.
“Imagine my hands running slowly up your arms to your shoulders as I pull you closer against my chest.”
Adam’s deep sexy voice filters into my fevered imagination, edging me into a dangerous yet exhilarating place.
“Yes, there’s that soft gasp I’ve been waiting for…” he continues softly. “My tongue delves into your mouth, running teasingly over your lower lip. Our tongues intertwine. Imagine my hands running over the soft skin of your tender breasts – a gentle squeeze. My thumb brushing over the aching buds of your nipples. I rub gently and then press hard. I tease your nipples between my fingers and your mouth with my tongue.”
An unconscious moan escapes my throat, a needy sound that sounds strange even to my ears.
“What do you feel, Melody?” Abram asks. His voice caresses my skin, fanning the strange hunger that is slowly ravaging my whole being.
“I...I feel hot all over,” I reply, running my tongue over my upper lip.
“And?” Abram urges.
I swallow softly.
“And an aching pressure,” I reply, feeling a self-conscious blush spreading across my cheeks.
“Where?” Abram asks.
“All over,” I reply. “Especially between my legs.”
“Do you want to make it go away?” Abram asks.
I nod jerkily. “Yes….”
“Touch yourself, Melody,” Abram says.
I’m helpless against the consuming lust that seizes my whole body and Abram’s husky voice.
“Where?” I ask, wondering if he can hear the thudding sound of my heart.
“Anywhere,” Abram replies.
I place a hand on my aching breast, squeezing gently. A soft gasp escapes my throat as an electrifying pleasure shoots up my entire nerves.
I run my other hand down my neck, along my collar bone, imagining Abram’s strong hands in the same spot. I press my legs together and throw my head back against the couch, mindless with an insistent need that I can’t describe.
“Perfect,” Abram says in a pleased tone. “I got the perfect picture.”