Page 9 of Forbidden Touch
As the final button falls away, he shrugs off his collared shirt to reveal a perfectly chiseled upper body, clad in a snug white undershirt.
His skin feels smooth and supple under my fingertips as I trace the lines of his chest and torso.
With curious strokes, I explore every inch of his broad expanse, marveling at the strength and power contained within it.
His body is a masterpiece, and I am lost in its intricate details. The heat emanating from his skin only adds to the intense desire building within me.
Warm arousal rampages through my core, causing me to work faster to breathe. I want all of him at once. I run a flat palm over his slim belly to feel the fine hair of his happy trail.
His breath hitches and he growls.
My fingers tire of the cotton undershirt and I tug at the hem, stretching the shirt and prompting him to remove it.
As he removes the shirt, the contour of his well-defined abdomen flexes and ripples with each movement. The sight alone is enough to make me weak at the knees.
Then he runs his hands over my half-clothed body, pushing my dress down and revealing more skin.
A surge of desire courses through me.
He brings me closer to him, expertly unclasping my bra with one hand while his other hand roams over my bare back.
The feeling of his raw, rugged skin against mine sends shivers sprawling across my back.
I draw my shoulders up, panting.
He kisses my chest and holds a breast in his masculine hand, rolling it with his palm and playing with the nipple. Then he squeezes the breast into his mouth and sucks.
Every sensation sends sparks flying through my body, driving me wild with pleasure. Arousal drives through my pelvis, making me press against him in frenzied need.
His arousal presses into my stomach, only adding fuel to the fiery desire burning within me. He groans and bites his lip as I reach into his briefs and wrap my hand around a long, hard shaft.
The feeling of it in my grasp makes my heart race and my mouth water. “It’s huge, Jonathan.”
He chuckles and nods. “Yes. You’re tight, but I think you’ll take well to it.”
My eyes flutter closed to breathe. Having the stiffness in my hands sends waves of heat through my channel and I suddenly have the urge to have it inside me.
It’s mine, and it doesn’t matter if I have to straddle him to get it. I want it.
As I grasp his hand, I lead him into the living room. Pressing a flat hand to his chest, I gesture for him to take a seat so I can ride him. And I will ride him hard tonight.
Yes, sir. I’m going to ride you and this humongous cock until the desert sun comes up.
But before I can push him back onto the sofa cushion, his hand reaches underneath my dress, forcing me to spread my legs.
My back arches to his sudden touch before my breath catches in my throat and releases an unexpected moan.
He kisses the moan from my mouth and then watches me as he pulls the lace aside and inserts a long finger into my soaking wet slit. His brows furrow as his intense eyes crinkle. “Hmm.”
It’s like he can see my need. My breathing turns fiercer.
With a hand pressing into my back and continuing to push a finger deep into my hole, he pierces my gaze. “You want this badly, don’t you?”
I swallow and nod, a flush creeping up my neck. He can feel my hunger. My greed.
He pushes his male finger in me further and leans an ear toward me. “What? Didn’t quite hear you.”
A cry escapes my throat. Cumbersome breaths emerge from my mouth while he prods the finger back and forth inside me. I clear my throat and meet his intense eyes. “Yesss.”