Make Your Move - By Samantha Hunter Page 0,54

her knees.

“Dan, I can’t take this anymore,” she said, half laughing, half warning him. “Make me come, or I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”

There was a pause, silence.

“I wish you would. I’d like to watch,” he said, and she smiled, realizing what he was asking for, and she was more than happy to comply.

Rolling back over, she propped herself up on the thick bed pillows and met his eyes as she dipped her own finger into the chocolate sauce. She had some control now, and planned to tease him exactly the way he’d been torturing her.

She worked her nipples with chocolate-covered fingers until she saw Dan’s nostrils flaring, his jaw tense, erection jutting in her direction as she lifted a breast and licked the chocolate off herself, never dropping her eyes from his.

Letting her thighs fall open so that he could see everything, she trailed her fingers down between her legs, unabashedly stroking herself to a swift climax that shuddered through her, but was hardly enough to satisfy.

Dan’s expression was so wrought with hunger, she nearly purred. She knew he wasn’t hungry for chocolate. To see how much he wanted her and to see the love he had for her reflecting in his eyes, she was humbled.

Holding her hand out to him, she pulled him down to her. “I need you, Dan,” she said, and hoped he heard all of the other emotions she held underneath the words.

“I need you inside of me as deep as you can go,” she said tremulously.

He accommodated, pulling her calves up over his shoulders and thrusting forward, filling her without hesitation.

“I love you, Jodie,” he said as his arms slid around her, and she held on, too, her hands tight on his shoulders as he drove into her, then stopped, holding her still, his body buried to the hilt in hers.

“Dan, please,” she begged, trying to move but the position he had her in, and his weight, held her captive.

“Slow, Jodie,” he said thickly.

He was as good as his word, delivering long, slow thrusts and pausing between each in a way that built the pressure in her body until she felt a tear slide down her temple, she needed the release he promised so badly. She was begging now, and he smiled as he relented, driving into her with a few quick, hard strokes that pushed them both over a shuddering, incredible edge.

“I think slow is very, very good,” she said as he came down beside her and pulled her into his arms.

“I have to agree,” he said, hugging her close.

Jodie wished she could tell him what she knew he wanted to hear, but for now, she’d just do her best trying to show him all of the things that she couldn’t seem to say.

12

“ARE YOU GOING TO give me that soap or hog it all for yourself?” Jodie asked, looking at him as they crowded into the shower together. It was a small space, really built for one, and he was okay with that as hot water poured down over the two of them.

Jodie’s slicked-back hair and wet, gleaming skin made her look like something straight out of a fantasy, a sex goddess right here in his shower.

He smiled. She was making his logical mind take some interesting imaginative flights lately.

“I think I’ll hold on to it,” he said, pulling her up against him with his other arm, his cock hardening at the contact with her soft skin. It would seem against the laws of physics how she could excite him this way after the night they had shared.

“Oh,” she replied against his lips as he smoothed the soap over her, washing her with his hands as he slid the fragrant soap over the curve of her back, the round globes of her backside. Oh, how he loved every inch of her, how her breasts jutted up against his chest, her nails sinking lightly into his shoulders as he nibbled on her neck while he continued soaping her down.

But her ass drove him crazy. So perfect and soft, he couldn’t keep his hands or his eyes off it. He might be one of the brightest minds in science, according to several journal reviews, but Jodie made him revert to his primal instincts, and he loved it.

Turning her, he kept her close and soaped her front, too, letting the water rinse down over them both. As he massaged her breasts in a way he knew she liked, he rubbed his cock