Page 29 of Planned Seduction
Before moving to her other breast, Daniel popped the front clasp of her bra. The fabric gave way and her breasts sprang free. He pushed the lace aside and stopped dead for a couple of seconds, merely staring at her exposed chest. A strangled sound escaped from his mouth.
Her tits were incredible.
He whispered his appreciation, and she broke out in gooseflesh. “Your breasts…Christ, they’re beautiful. Round and firm. And inviting. And your nipples. They’re so hard. So aroused.” He laved first one and then the other with his tongue. “Like me.”
Her breathing became labored as she shook in his arms.
“I could spend hours kissing them, licking them. Like this.” He sucked one breast. Kissed it, caressed it, nibbled the erect pink bud while she shivered and groaned. His gaze flew to the clock. “But I only have four minutes left.”
He got down on his knees and trailed kisses from her breasts to her belly button. The gentle curve of her stomach was soft and firm, the skin around it satin to the touch. Some other time he’d explore it more thoroughly. The clock was ticking.
Her pants sat low and tight around her hips. He pushed them down over her curves. Her arms fluttered at her side, a pitiful attempt to stop him. Ignoring them, he planted a kiss on each hip and rested his nose on her panties, just above her clit.
Her legs shook, a nonsensical word escaping from her throat.
Oh man, she was so hot. Her heat pulsated through her panties. Like her bra, they were white and lacy and barely covered the trimmed hair on her mound.
He had to taste her.
Now.
He swept her up in his arms and marched to her dining table. As he kicked a chair out of the way, he settled her on the edge of the table and tugged off her shoes while peeling her pants off.
“Lie back, babe.”
She stared at him, her eyes hooded.
Three minutes and counting. His finger traced a line over her panties from her clit to her slit. “Lie back.”
With a soft groan, she complied.
Her panties were off, her legs spread wide, and for a full fifteen seconds, he did nothing but stare.
She was a goddess. Her butt was perched on the edge of the table, her knees bent, her secrets exposed. A sex goddess. His balls grew heavy, and he fought down the furious need to bury himself in her wet depths. God help him, he loved her, wanted to make love to her so badly. Her nipples were taut and erect and pointing skyward. Lord, how he ached to take them in his mouth again.
But first he had to taste her.
He buried his nose in her mound and licked her with the tip of his tongue.
Her reaction was so violent she nearly shot off the table, so he placed an arm under each knee and held her in place. He gently blew and watched her tremble as his breath touched her lips.
“Daniel…”
He looked up and caught sight of her swollen breasts.
“I’d love to suck your nipples, babe, but I can’t. I’m going to kiss you here instead.” He blew again.
Her legs bucked under his arms.
“Touch your tits, babe. Do it for me.”
Her breathing sharpened, and she whipped her head from side to side.
“Let me see you rub your nipples, pleasure yourself.” He licked her, filling his mouth with her sweet nectar, and she groaned in response. He licked her again, caught the moisture as it oozed out of her. “Touch them,” he coaxed.
When she did, he nearly came.
Delicate feminine hands cupped her breasts and massaged. Long fingernails, painted a sexy red, squeezed her nipples. She began to pant.
