a rueful grin, glancing downward, “Down, boy!”
She felt kind of shy being bare naked while he was fully clothed. “Your turn,” she urged, waving a hand from his neck to his knees.
“Your wish is my command, sugar.” He waggled his eyebrows at her and shucked down to his skivvies in no time flat, and then they were gone, too. He stood, hands on hips, legs spraddled, and asked, “Well?”
She stared, a bit bemused by his lack of shyness, and thought about repeating his comment of “Oh, boy!” but assessing the size of his erection, she smiled instead and said, “Oh, man!”
“I take that as a compliment,” he said.
Under his continued scrutiny, she began to grow insecure. She had no idea what kind of women Justin was accustomed to, or even if he had a lot of experience, though his readiness with those prophylactics might be a clue. The bottom line, though, was that she knew her own shortcomings. She was not a voluptuous woman, and she wasn’t tall and leggy—far from the Hollywood ideal of the perfect female body. Like that new actress Sophia Loren in Quo Vadis, who had legs up to her armpits and a bust that turned men into drooling baboons. Now that was va va voom! On the other hand, Phillipe had always said she had a hot-cha-cha hiney, the perfect shape and size to fill a man’s hands. She’d forgotten about that supposed asset.
It was crazy how she had to continually remind herself that Cajun Sass was not about physical appearance, or not totally; so, instead of reaching for a sheet to cover herself, she extended her arms above her head, and raised one knee. A perfect pin-up pose, not unlike the one she’d done for a photo she had made for Phillipe one time. A going-away Christmas gift. Of course, she hadn’t been nude then. Instead, she’d worn a red silk robe, but with a neckline so low you could see to the promised land, if a person were so inclined. Phillipe had been. And he’d made her recreate the pose in person. Several times.
Justin gasped and his you-know-what grew a little bit longer and wider, which she took for a sign of appreciation.
This is fun, Louise thought, liking the feeling of power she had. No, power wasn’t quite the right word. More like control, like steering a car. You could go as fast or as slow as you wanted, or slam on the brakes, or press the accelerator to the floor and go all out wild and free.
“Why are you smiling like the cat that swallowed the cream? Are you hiding something?” Justin asked as he eased himself down onto the narrow bed, shoving her with his hip so that she was against the wall. Then he rolled on top of her and braced his elbows on either side of her head to ease his weight. He used his knees to spread her legs and settled himself dead center with his rigid penis aligned with her moist channel.
She was the one who gasped then, or swallowed a gasp, not wanting him to know how turned on she was so quickly. “Me?” she inquired then, in answer to his question, fluttering her eyelashes. “What would I have to hide, and where, with all my secrets exposed?”
He waggled his eyebrows back at her. “Not all your secrets, darlin’. I’m lookin’ forward to discovering every single one of them, including the ones you don’t know about your sweet self.”
She felt a wave of excitement pass over her at his words. But, not to be outdone, she undulated her hips a few times, up and down, giving his no-doubt favorite organ a little slippery slide. “Was that a threat or a promise, cher?”
He took hold of her hips and held her firmly down on the mattress. “Mon Dieu, Louise! Do you want to end this before it begins?”
“Me, I doan know what you mean.” She fluttered her eyelashes some more.
“Vixen!” He pinched her buttock, then rubbed it in sweet, sensuous circles. “You’ll be makin’ me sing Hallelujah before the Gospel.”
“Tsk-tsk! You shouldn’t be making religious jokes during sex.” She reached to the bedside table and turned over a framed picture of St. Jude.
He laughed. “How many of those things do you have?”
“Dozens,” she replied.
“Are you serious?”
“I am. Because of how much St. Jude has done for me, I feel an obligation to pass out his relics and tokens of adoration to as many people as I can,