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might have been him. Hell, he wasn’t really sure.
“What do you do when you think of me, sunshine?”
Jeanette loved the endearment. Sunshine. She’d noticed over the years that he only called her that, no other woman. It made her feel special. But her shyness reared its ugly head as she thought of his intimate question. What did she do when she thought of him? No way could she answer that. Way too X-rated. She couldn’t tell him something so personal.
“Come on, tell me what you do,” River cajoled, as if unwilling to let her retreat into her shell. He moved his hips lower so that he pushed and stroked the juncture between her legs. A cry of need escaped her. River gave her little butterfly kisses along her lips and cheeks, until finally he was barely touching her ear. “Do you touch yourself when you think of me? Do your hands caress and your fingers stroke? Tell me, sunshine.”
River’s softly whispered questions were her undoing. “Sometimes.”
“Such a simple answer,” he mused. “I’m nearly insane with need here, and that one-word answer brings the most erotic picture to my head. You have no idea the dangerous effect you have on me.”
“But you’ve never once acted the least bit interested.” She pouted. “Until now. Why?”
His hands coasted upward until they cupped each of her breasts through her shirt and bra. He squeezed, and Jeanette’s concentration scattered. “I’ve been plenty interested. You have no idea how many times I thought of you like this.”
“Why hold back, then? You knew I was willing. It makes no sense for both of us to suffer.”
“Because you can do better,” he growled. “So much better.”
“But I don’t want anyone else. Only you.”
“I know.” He flicked her nipples. “Now, tell me what you do when you think of me, sunshine.”
She shook her head. No way could she explain without dying of embarrassment.
But River was relentless. He moved his hands and took hold of the hem of her shirt. An inch at a time, he lifted the material, first exposing her belly, then her bra. After he tossed her shirt to the floor, he made quick work of her bra. Once he had her breasts resting in his warm palms, plying her nipples into tight peaks, Jeanette knew it was too much. So many new sensations. No one had ever touched her like this, made her feel like this. This was River, the man she’d given her heart to years ago.
His hands kneaded and pulled. “Do you squeeze these pretty nipples? I bet you they’re sensitive as hell, huh?”
She nodded. “Yes, but it never felt like this. Never.”
“Do you like the way my hands feel on you?”
She arched into him, unable to stay still with him teasing her into a frenzy. “Oh God, yes, River.”
“Mm, I like the way you feel. You have beautiful tits. Round and soft with small pink nipples that I could feast on. You fill my hands as if you were made for me alone.” River continued his pleasurable torture for another minute; then he slid his hands down her sides.
“River,” she pleaded.
“Shh. You liked that, didn’t you?” She bobbed her head, incapable of speech. “Then I promise you’ll love this too.”
River moved his hands lower until he cupped her ass in one hand and her mound in the other. He held her like that, and even through the cotton of her jeans and the silk of her panties, she could feel the warmth of him. Her pussy grew damp with desire.
“Jesus,” he growled. “I feel like I’ve waited for this moment for an eternity.”
“Me too,” she said as she flatted her palms on his chest, loving the feel of his muscular pecs beneath her fingers. She’d seen him shirtless, and he was totally drool worthy. This time she’d get to touch, not just look.
“Do you tickle your clit too? Do you pinch and flick it?” River asked. His nostrils flared as he stared at her neck so exposed to him. He lifted up and laved her ivory skin with his tongue. “God, I love how you taste. Like
“What do you do when you think of me, sunshine?”
Jeanette loved the endearment. Sunshine. She’d noticed over the years that he only called her that, no other woman. It made her feel special. But her shyness reared its ugly head as she thought of his intimate question. What did she do when she thought of him? No way could she answer that. Way too X-rated. She couldn’t tell him something so personal.
“Come on, tell me what you do,” River cajoled, as if unwilling to let her retreat into her shell. He moved his hips lower so that he pushed and stroked the juncture between her legs. A cry of need escaped her. River gave her little butterfly kisses along her lips and cheeks, until finally he was barely touching her ear. “Do you touch yourself when you think of me? Do your hands caress and your fingers stroke? Tell me, sunshine.”
River’s softly whispered questions were her undoing. “Sometimes.”
“Such a simple answer,” he mused. “I’m nearly insane with need here, and that one-word answer brings the most erotic picture to my head. You have no idea the dangerous effect you have on me.”
“But you’ve never once acted the least bit interested.” She pouted. “Until now. Why?”
His hands coasted upward until they cupped each of her breasts through her shirt and bra. He squeezed, and Jeanette’s concentration scattered. “I’ve been plenty interested. You have no idea how many times I thought of you like this.”
“Why hold back, then? You knew I was willing. It makes no sense for both of us to suffer.”
“Because you can do better,” he growled. “So much better.”
“But I don’t want anyone else. Only you.”
“I know.” He flicked her nipples. “Now, tell me what you do when you think of me, sunshine.”
She shook her head. No way could she explain without dying of embarrassment.
But River was relentless. He moved his hands and took hold of the hem of her shirt. An inch at a time, he lifted the material, first exposing her belly, then her bra. After he tossed her shirt to the floor, he made quick work of her bra. Once he had her breasts resting in his warm palms, plying her nipples into tight peaks, Jeanette knew it was too much. So many new sensations. No one had ever touched her like this, made her feel like this. This was River, the man she’d given her heart to years ago.
His hands kneaded and pulled. “Do you squeeze these pretty nipples? I bet you they’re sensitive as hell, huh?”
She nodded. “Yes, but it never felt like this. Never.”
“Do you like the way my hands feel on you?”
She arched into him, unable to stay still with him teasing her into a frenzy. “Oh God, yes, River.”
“Mm, I like the way you feel. You have beautiful tits. Round and soft with small pink nipples that I could feast on. You fill my hands as if you were made for me alone.” River continued his pleasurable torture for another minute; then he slid his hands down her sides.
“River,” she pleaded.
“Shh. You liked that, didn’t you?” She bobbed her head, incapable of speech. “Then I promise you’ll love this too.”
River moved his hands lower until he cupped her ass in one hand and her mound in the other. He held her like that, and even through the cotton of her jeans and the silk of her panties, she could feel the warmth of him. Her pussy grew damp with desire.
“Jesus,” he growled. “I feel like I’ve waited for this moment for an eternity.”
“Me too,” she said as she flatted her palms on his chest, loving the feel of his muscular pecs beneath her fingers. She’d seen him shirtless, and he was totally drool worthy. This time she’d get to touch, not just look.
“Do you tickle your clit too? Do you pinch and flick it?” River asked. His nostrils flared as he stared at her neck so exposed to him. He lifted up and laved her ivory skin with his tongue. “God, I love how you taste. Like
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