Page 39 of Seduced in Ink

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Page 39 of Seduced in Ink

“I take it your bedroom’s this way?”

“Yes, but we could have done it in the living room, too.”

“I think I’m going to need a little more space for what I have planned.”

“Oh,” she whispered.

And then they were in the bedroom, and he slowly let her down, her body pressing against his in a sensual rub as she kept kissing him.

His heart raced, and all he wanted to do was keep touching her, needing her. But he wanted to have some fun first. And he knew that she did, too. They could both use a little fun with what they were doing.

He slowly reached around, undid the tie on the neck of her dress, and unzipped the back. All the while, his gaze never left hers.

“You’re pretty good at that,” she breathed.

“I’m just learning from you,” he whispered, smiling.

“You’re not going to say that you’ve had lots of practice?” she said with a laugh.

In answer, he kissed her hard again, and then her dress hit the floor. She stood there in a lacy thong and bra that allowed him to see her nipples.

He groaned, took a staggering step back, and clutched his chest over his heart.

“You’re killing me here. You had that on for the entire night?”

She blushed all the way to those pretty nipples. “What? I wanted to feel pretty.”

“Just for yourself? Or for me?” he asked, not knowing if he really wanted the answer.

“I lied when I told myself that it was only for me.”

“Good answer.”

And then he was on her again, kissing and needing.

She helped him with his shirt, and then his belt and pants. Soon, he was standing there in his boxer briefs, running his hands up and down her body.

When he wasn’t sure he could handle anymore, she squeezed his dick over the cotton of his shorts. He groaned and led her to the bed.

He picked her up and placed her softly in the middle, grinning as she laughed at him, trailing her fingers over his skin.

She lay spread out before him, and he reached down to gently rub his thumb over her nipple that peeked through the lace.

“Beautiful,” he rasped.

“You keep touching me like that, and I’m not going to last long.”

He smiled. “I thought that was my line.” He lowered his head and gently sucked on her nipple through the lace of her bra. She arched into him, moaning, and he let his hand trail down her belly, the soft skin tantalizing underneath his palm before he cupped her.

“Aaron,” she whispered.

He slowly patted her core, using the lace’s friction before tugging the material to the side and gently probing her entrance.

“Already wet,” he whispered.

“Well, that’s all your fault.”

He winked before kissing her again.




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