Den of Desire by Shauna Hart Page A

hooked her thumbs in the waistband, sliding it down her legs. His gaze was drawn to the patch of blonde hair between her thighs.
    “Are you wet?” he asked, his voice husky.
    Her lips parted. “Yes,” she answered.
    “Show me,” he instructed.
    Her eyebrows drew together in confusion.
    “Touch yourself for me, Mara.”
    “I've never...” she started to say but trailed off.
    “Do it, Mara. Let me watch you touch yourself.”
    She hesitated for a moment before her hand moved across her stomach, barely touching the downy curls.
    “Close your eyes,” he said, waiting for her to comply before he continued. When she did, he went on. “Now, pretend that it's my hand. Pretend I'm touching you.”
    For a moment, he thought she wouldn't do it, but then she moved. Her fingers slid across her swollen clit. Her head fell back as one slender finger drifted between her slick folds. He watched and waited, his breathing shallow. As if she could hear his silent request, her finger disappeared into the wet depths of her core. She spread her legs apart, giving him a better view as her finger began to move inside of her. His cock swelled at the sight she made. Never before had he wanted a woman this completely.
    Her hips moved against her hand as she got closer to the pinnacle of passion. Her other hand came up to cup her breast. She took her nipple between her thumb and forefinger to gently pinch it. He pulled at his bonds, wanting nothing more than to wrap her legs around his waist and sink into her silken heat.
    “Joe,” she murmured as she climbed to the peak.
    “Come for me, baby.”
    She moaned, and her body trembled, her beautiful breasts flushed with arousal. Slowly, she removed her hand as her eyes opened. Embarrassment colored her cheeks.
    “Come here, Mara,” he said softly.
    She walked across the room on wobbly legs to stand before him.
    “Let me taste you.”
    She blinked, her hesitation clear.
    “I want to taste you, Mara.”
    Slowly, she brought her hand up and held it in front of him. He leaned forward, taking her finger into his mouth. His tongue swirled around her skin. He closed his eyes, savoring the sweet, metallic taste of her arousal. When he released her fingers, his eyes met hers.
    “Unchain me.”
    Her gaze traveled over his length, stopping briefly on his straining cock.
    “Unchain me, Mara,” he repeated.
    Her hands glided over his chest, her mouth covering his. Her tongue slid into his mouth, pulling his into a sensual duel. When she eased back, he could see the determination in her eyes.
    “Not yet,” she whispered. “I want to taste you too.”
    Joe waited, holding his breath, as she slid to her knees, her mouth even with his cock. He let out the breath he had been holding as her tongue slid over the head. It swirled around the tip, causing his hips to move forward. When her mouth closed over his length, he thought he would surely lose it. Her hands moved around his body to grab his ass as her mouth began to move on his cock. Slowly at first, then faster, she drove him closer to climax. When he was sure he would come, he cried out.
    “Mara, wait.”
    She released him for a moment to look up at him.
    “I want to taste you, Joe.”
    With that, she resumed her task, taking him back in her mouth. One hand came around to cradle his balls, pushing him further. He was right on the verge, and if she didn't stop soon...
    “Mara!”
    He tried to pull back, but she held him firmly in place. He exploded in her mouth. She swallowed as her mouth continued to move on him. After a minute, she got to her feet.
    “That wasn't very nice,” he remarked.
    One eyebrow arched. “I thought it was very nice,” she teased.
    He smiled. “Will you unchain me now?”
    A wry grin tugged at her full lips as she undid the handcuffs. As soon as he was free, he reached down to pull a condom out of his pants before pulling her against him. The breath from her lungs whooshed out as her chest impacted with his.
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