Tingle All The Way

Tingle All The Way

by Catelyn Cash

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ISBN-13: 9781908262769
Publisher: Xcite Books
Publication date: 11/10/2011
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 61
File size: 126 KB

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‘Would you like me to touch you, Innara?’ he murmured softly ‘Just tell me where.’ The warmth of his breath on her ear felt good, too good. He was in her head, all around her. She moaned softly and realised she was rubbing herself against him and was unable to stop. ‘We can do this,’ he whispered in her ear. ‘You and me, here, now. How long have you lived with your fantasy? How long have you felt that longing? Don’t you want to live it out? Just once?’

‘Yes,’ she whispered.

He caught her ear lobe in his teeth and she had the sense he was smiling. ‘Then tell me what you want.’

‘Touch me,’ she moaned. ‘Touch my breasts.’ Now Innara was glad of the darkness. He really could be anyone. Any man she wanted him to be.

His hands worked on the buttons of her blouse, quickly, expertly.

‘Much as I want to, I can’t undress you,’ he said and his voice was roughened with urgency. ‘If the lights come on we don’t want to be naked for the welcome committee.’

She supposed he was right. But, to be honest, she was so turned on a marching band could be waiting and she wouldn’t care.

‘But this,’ he continued, ‘this is OK.’ He spread her blouse wide, though she knew he couldn’t see her any more than she could see him. ‘I wish I could see your breasts. And I really wish I could see your nipples.’

He found the front clasp of her bra and undid it quickly so her breasts tumbled wantonly into his waiting hands. He ran his thumbs over the swollen buds. ‘I love nipples that change colour when a woman is aroused. If I close my eyes I can see yours doing just that – from rosy pink, to deep, dusky pink. Am I right?’ he murmured.

Innara hadn’t a clue but before she could answer she felt the roughness of his hair against her naked skin as he lowered his head to close his mouth around one swollen peak. She cried out at the sweet, piercing pressure.

He left her nipple and cupped her face in his hands. ‘This is going to be so good,’ he murmured and though she could see nothing, instinct told her he was going to kiss her.

Swiftly she turned her head and his lips landed on her cheek. ‘What is it?’ he asked, concerned.

‘Nothing,’ she said quickly. ‘It’s just …’ He’d already sucked on her nipple. How could she explain that she wasn’t ready for a kiss? That kissing him wasn’t what her fantasy was all about?

Luckily he seemed to get it. Refused her mouth, he simply kissed his way down her jaw line, found a spot at the base of her neck that was far more erogenous than her lips. ‘OK,’ he murmured. ‘You call the shots.’

She was glad he understood because she was having difficulty understanding herself. His hands were on her breasts again, kneading gently, savouring the supple fullness. Her nipples were on fire, hard and sensitive, as his thumb flicked over them repeatedly till she cried out again, louder this time.

‘You still haven’t told me all you want me to do,’ he reminded her.

She swallowed audibly. ‘I want you to lift my skirt. Don’t take it off – just lift it.’

‘Oh yes. I can do that.’ Instantly he complied, his hands on either side, gently bunching the tight, straight skirt up in his fingers. ‘Tell me about your underwear,’ he murmured. ‘I know I’m going to find out for myself any moment now but tell me anyway. I like to anticipate.’

His hands on her thighs set her skin on fire. ‘Stockings,’ she said, her eyes closed as she savoured every second of what he was doing.

‘Thank you, God.’ He muttered up a prayer.

‘And a thong. Blue.’ She tried to remember. ‘No, white. White with little Christmassy red bows on the sides. They untie,’ she added helpfully.

He stopped moving, rested his forehead against hers for a second. ‘OK, stop. I’m already over-anticipating. So they come off with just a tug on a little piece of ribbon?’

She nodded.

‘And you wear things like this all the time?’

‘Most days.’

He swore. ‘I see you around the office every day. Now I’m not going to be able to look at you again for wondering.’

‘Wondering what?’ she asked.

‘Just how accessible you are under your efficient office clothes. A front-fastening bra and knickers held on with ribbon. Do you know what you’re doing to me?’

Boldly she put her hand on his bulging trousers. ‘I have a pretty good idea. Oh,’ she said weakly, her confidence draining as she felt his cock through the straining material.

‘That’s it? That’s all you have to say?’

‘Oh my.’

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