Big Girl Playing in Paris: Big Girl Series Bk4 by Aubrey Rose Page A

like no other man had ever touched her before. His hands possessed her, claimed her, moved her in a way she hadn’t even imagined could be possible. Even a light stroke of his fingers along her thigh sent her into a dizziness that took her a half hour to overcome. And now he was moving his mouth along her collarbone, his teeth gently biting down on her skin, then retreating. It was too much for her body to handle.
    “Julian, please,” she said.
    “That’s a good girl,” he whispered in her ear. “Such good manners.”
    “Julian, come on!”
    He had one leg between her thighs, pressing down on top of her. She arched back, leaning her weight so that she felt him there . He still had her shoulders pinned, but she gripped him and shifted herself underneath his hold, wriggling with pleasure.
    “Nuh-huh. I’ve got to stop you from moving around so much,” Julian taunted. He reached around and hefted her up on the bed, pulling her wrists up over her head with his free hand. Before she could say anything, he had one of her scarves around her wrists and through the bed slats.
    “I hope you weren’t planning on packing this,” Julian said. “I think it looks much better up here, tied around your beautiful arms.” As he knotted the scarf loosely, he kissed her wrist. She moaned as his tongue slid across the sensitive skin just underneath her palm.
    “Julian!”
    She tried to escape, but the knot held tight. Her arms tied helplessly over her head, she struggled to roll with Julian on top of her, trying to knock him over.
    “What a feisty one!” Julian sat back, straddling her waist with a mocking expression on his face. “And here I thought you were a good girl.”
    “Well, I’m not,” Shannon said. Her nerves fired on all cylinders. He had never done anything like this to her before-- nobody had ever done anything like this to her before--and she was scared and thrilled about what was to come.
    “Ooh, a bad girl,” Julian said, “Then you’re going to love this.”
    Julian moved down on the bed and slid both of his hands under her skirt, pulling it up to her waist.
    “Oh!” Shannon cried out. She tugged her arms against the scarf, but there was no give. Like it or not, she was completely helpless.
    And she liked it.
    Julian leaned forward, his breath warming her through her panties. She had put them on this morning for him, but had totally forgotten in the midst of their fight. Now, though, she was glad that she had the forethought. Her panties were a delicious fire-engine red, and felt silken against her newly-shaved skin. She could see in Julian’s wide eyes that he enjoyed the sight.
    “Oh my,” he said. “You are a bad girl! Were you planning on giving me a striptease?”
    “Maybe if you untied me.”
    “Never .”
    Shannon gasped as Julian bent down and pressed his mouth over her most sensitive area. She was already slick with desire, and as Julian’s tongue slid over her clit through the fabric, her panties moved with it.
    “Oh god, Julian.” His mouth moved so lightly over her that she felt like screaming with impatience or begging him to get on with it. Shannon closed her eyes and tilted her head back onto the bed. Her fingers gripped the scarf that tied her up to the bed slats.
    Julian only paused long enough to slide one strong finger under her panties, pulling them aside. He blew lightly onto her engorged clit. The coolness of the air flow sent her into writhing palpitations.
    “Julian!”
    “Yes?”
    “Please…please…” Her breath tore at the air. He couldn’t stop. She was dying to have his mouth on her, to feel the pressure of his tongue, his lips. She tilted her hips up toward him.
    His hands reached up and stroked the side of her hips, and his hair fell over his eyes as he pressed hot kiss there, just there . She groaned. His lips formed the seal around her most intimate part, and as he sucked she felt herself growing more and more engorged, the blood pumping through her