Sandcastle Beach (Matchmaker Bay #3) - Jenny Holiday Page 0,100
right off his face. Oh shit. Yeah, he supposed he did say that a lot, but only because sometimes the things she did and said—and the mere fact of her—felt like…Oh shit.
The corset nestled underneath her breasts and extended down to her hip bones. There was a strip of bare flesh between it and the tops of her panties, which did indeed seem to be made of black cotton. His lungs seized like it was him in the corset.
Really, it was more of a wide belt. There was no reason for him to be having a meltdown because of a wide belt. He cleared his throat. “And here I thought corsets, uh, covered you up.”
“Regular ones do. This is called a waspie. It’s a type of underbust corset.”
“Underbust,” he echoed.
“Yeah, it’s just for the aesthetics of the costume. It doesn’t push things up and out like a more traditional corset would.” She cupped her breasts and moved the flesh together and toward him as if to demonstrate the concept of “up and out.” Her breasts were gorgeous. Then she let go. They fell a little bit once gravity kicked in. Still gorgeous.
“Right, but it still, ah…accentuates things.” God. Listen to him. It accentuates things? Were they having a costume fitting? He cleared his throat again. “I think it’s possible we’re overcorrecting here.”
“Huh?”
“With the talking.”
She cracked up. “So you’re saying I’m right.” She came toward him, planted one palm on his chest and pushed. He resisted.
“No. I’m saying we’re both right.” He gave up resisting and let himself be propelled backward until his calves hit her bed. He sat.
And she sank to her knees between his legs.
Oh shit.
At least he hadn’t said it out loud that time.
“Your turn,” she said cheerily as she took his dick out of his pants.
“Oh shit.”
She smirked.
But only for a moment, because she took his length into her mouth—that was Maya for you, getting right to the point. But then she popped off and tilted her head back to look at him. “Is this cool?”
“Yes. This is very cool.”
As if cool could begin to describe the feeling of her smiling, taking him back into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks, and sucking.
“Oh shit,” he said again as an electric shock traveled up his dick into the deepest part of his body—into his soul, it felt like. She laughed around him, the vibrations changing the sensation into something less intense but no less great. She set up a rhythm that soon had him holding his breath and pushing back against the wall of pleasure encroaching on him.
This could not be over this fast. He moved her off him, gently, resting his fingers lightly on her temples to guide her back. She sat back on her heels, gazing up at him as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and he had to use one hand to physically press down on his dick to keep from coming at the very sight of her.
“Not cool anymore?” she asked gently.
He shook his head and let the hand that was still on her temple slide down her cheek. She turned her head into his palm, like she had that night earlier in the summer.
“Very, very cool,” he said. “So cool I’m about to embarrass myself.”
She smiled. “Well, I’d better get up there, then.”
“Condom?” Ben asked.
“In the bedside table.” The bed nestled against the wall on one side, and Ben was on the outer edge, so she climbed up from the foot, sliding in between him and the wall and propping her head on one hand.
“I thought you hadn’t had sex for a year?” he said while he rummaged around in her nightstand. “And yet here they are, so handy.”
“Hope springs eternal?”
He chuckled and, condom in hand, turned to face her. He was so bloody handsome, it wasn’t fair, all sleek muscles and a smattering of chest hair, which, like his facial stubble, was brown with hints of auburn.
“Sorry, but this is starting to bug me.” She sat partway up and rotated her torso. “Can you take it off again?”
He made quick work of the laces and, when he pulled the corset off, she sighed in relief.
“I tied it too tight,” he said.
“No, it’s not that comfortable even when it’s loose. It’s the nature of corsets, I guess.” She turned around to find him frowning. Did he not like her without it? That was more disappointing than it should have been.