Lifebound by Leigh Daley Page B

held out the huge terry sheet before her so that it extended the entire length of her body. Then he wrapped her in it completely from her neck to her toes and encircled her with his arms.
    Careful not to allow his skin to touch hers, he squeezed her buttocks with one hand and ran the thumb of his other over her already excited nipple. Even through the towel, his warmth and hardness pressed into the already overheated zone between her legs. The rough loops of the terry scrubbed against her nipple as he pinched it lightly, sending more electric zips of stimulation through her so that she gasped again and even grew a little weak in his grasp.
    “This isn’t helping, Josh,” she gasped. “This just makes me want you inside me. Now.” She thrust herself into his hardened body and strong waves of pleasure gripped her core.
    “Oh, but that would be touching, and we promised on our honor we wouldn’t touch each other.” Josh laughed. “Don’t you worry. I’ve got all kinds of ideas.”
    Sooner than she wanted, but before the energy exchange began, he released her and motioned for her to go ahead of him into the bedroom. She toweled off quickly, then passed the terry sheet to him so that he could do the same.
    She lay on her back and watched as he slowly dried his back and shoulders, that dimpled grin promising all kinds of mischief.
    “I can’t reach this part.” He pointed to his penis.
    She took the outstretched towel. Okay, if he wanted to play rough, she could give as good as she got. She took the towel and wrapped his shaft in one corner of the huge towel. One light rub was enough to cause him to strain against her hand. Another firmer rub brought a sexy groan from his throat.
    “Okay, I’m dry.”
    “No, you aren’t. You aren’t nearly dry enough.” She knelt in front of him and paid lavish attention to his penis with the terrycloth, then gave the soft hair downing his testicles a good fluffing. When a tingle of life began to whisper to her through the barrier of the towel, she dropped it to the floor.
    “Now I’m dry.”
    “I don’t think so.” Softly she blew against his skin and the tip of his penis quivered.
    “What are you doing to me?” He stepped back. “Now, it’s my turn to play. Lie down with me.”
    “Okay.” She stretched out onto the smooth linen sheets of the bed and wondered how he could possibly top the rosebud. Josh walked over to the dresser to retrieve a couple of items.
    “I found these in the room this morning after breakfast,” he said. “The card said ‘Compliments of Wiccan Haus.’”
    He lay down on his side, facing her but not touching her, and brought out a flat white box that contained a pale green scarf folded inside. He pulled the scarf free of the tissue and tossed the box to the floor.
    “Now, why in the world would anybody offer a complimentary free silk scarf?” He winked as he allowed the length of the silk to float out across her body.
    Where the touch of the rose had been soft yet firm, the touch of the silk was a whisper against her skin. Josh weaved the luxurious fabric up and down the length of her, in and out and between her breasts, then down her belly. Her entire body melted at each feathery stroke. The soft drift across her was so relaxing, and she felt like she was floating just like the scarf.
    “Are you going to sleep on me? Turn over toward me.”
    She rolled onto her side to face him, and he began weaving the long length of the silk around her thigh and between her legs. Floating turned to flying.
    He slid it provocatively between the cheeks of her buttocks so that when it pulled through the front across the curls of her bud, it grew tighter against her with the resistance, caressing and touching her intimately. She moaned as waves of pleasure coursed through her, tantalizing her with the prospect of release, but never bringing her quite all the way.
    When the end of the scarf pulled across the bud of her clitoris with a soft zip, she gasped,