The Job Offer - By Eleanor Webb Page 0,27

sensation of his mouth finally on her skin and his tongue lightly brushing her collarbone and the indentation at the base of her throat. The teasing fingers at her breast and the feel of him pressed against her caused her core to begin pulsing and flood with moisture. She gasped in breath and pressed herself closer to his erection, eliciting another groan from him. She felt powerful in her ability to excite him. His hand stopped its gentle teasing to slide the spaghetti strap from her shoulder and push her bodice down enough to free the breast he had been teasing the second before. Then she felt his hand cover her and test the weight of her full breast. She almost climaxed from that alone, but she wanted his mouth to cover it. She wanted him to suckle her, and she tried to change her position so that he could reach her with his mouth.

Knowing what she wanted, his mouth moved to her breast at last and she felt his warm breath on her skin and the touch of his tongue tease over the nipple. The feel of his tongue sliding over her sensitive nipple nearly drove her over the edge, and she gasped. She felt his free hand slide down to the hem of her dress then move under the fabric until he was touching her naked thigh. She gasped again when she felt him finally take her breast into his mouth and suckle, each pull causing the pulsing in her core to increase in intensity. More moisture went to her core until she could feel that her panties were wet. She was losing herself in the pleasurable sensations he caused and wanted him to touch her. She wanted to touch him, too, but all she could reach was his head to hold him to her breast.

Then his hand slide up her thigh, and she moved to allow his fingers better access to her. He soon reached her apex and rubbed her over her panties. She moaned and began panting, pushing against his hand. She gloried in triumph when he pushed aside the thin strip of cloth that barely covered her and touched her swollen folds. The thong she wore offered no resistance to his searching fingers, and she cried out when his fingers finally found her naked core. That was what she wanted.

Moving his lips back to her mouth, he began to kiss her again to drown out her cries as his fingers began to move over her hypersensitive nub. She bucked against him lost in sweet torture trying to find her release. Then he pushed his fingers inside of her and stoked in and out as she pushed herself onto his fingers to take him in deeper. Her climax, when it came, overtook her fully and she powerfully gripped his fingers squeezing him inside of her in a pulsating rhythm that went on and on until her body finally was sated and became relaxed in a wonderful afterglow.

He released her mouth once she climaxed and put his lips on her neck again where her pulse hammered away wildly. Still holding her to him with his fingers held deep inside of her, he breathed deeply and struggled to get his own desire under control. When she was finally able to breathe normally again, she brushed her fingers through his hair liking the thick silky texture. He gently removed his hand from between her legs and pulled it out from her dress before wrapping his arm around her to hold her tenderly against him. She could smell the musk of her arousal on his hand.

"I like your idea of 'mostly good', Ben," she managed to say, her voice husky with spent passion. "What do you say we go back to your room and I will show you my version of 'mostly bad'?" He chuckled and kissed her neck where her pulse beat.

"As tempting as that is, Anne, I can't let you. I promised you that I would not ravish you tonight, remember. It's too soon." He looked up at her and smiled at her frustrated look. Then he gave her a quick peck on the lips. "I can't let you take advantage of my virtue, young lady."

"Too soon?" She kissed him in a lingering kiss that caused him to moan and pull away in frustration.

"It's too soon for us. It's not the right time, and I don’t have what I need to take care of you right now. If