Stepping forward, so close that the candle flames at his back highlighted his heavily-muscled form while plunging his face into darkest shadow, he reached behind her. Found the zipper of her skirt, and slipped it down, oh so smoothly, almost casually. The garment dropped, puddling around her feet in a heap.
"Mmmmm," Bax said, and placed his palms on the insides of her thighs. "You must be a Girl Scout."
"What?" she demanded, still the scintillating conversationalist, shaking her head in confusion.
His hands began a slow, slow, torturous rise. Barely grazing skin that had somehow, magically, grown super-sensitive, they sought what they'd only teased before.
Bending over her, he laughed, a low sound, one that fluttered and flickered like the candle flames, oddly distorted by air gone suddenly sultry with their burning. "You have to be a Girl Scout," he whispered into her ear as a solitary finger found its mark. "You come so well prepared."
Circling slowly, lazily, as if it had all night, the finger separated hair and touched flesh. Tannie jumped.
What the devil was she thinking? They did have all night. She'd kill anyone who tried to say they didn't. Her flesh throbbed, and she moistened again. Eagerly. Desperately.
"Bax..."
"Shhh." He backed her up against the flower-powered wall. She smelled the dusty, disintegrating rot of antique avocado fabric and the scent of her own arousal as it swirled up from her crotch. Combined with the sultry, candle-scented air, it was the scent of pure, elemental and overweening need.
"Take me." Catching his collar with both hands, she pulled him forward. Tugged him hard up against her and began to stroke her body back and forth, up and down. Began to rub against the taut muscles of his chest and thighs, against the even harder tautness that waited beneath them, with all the purring fervor of a tabby in heat.
"Not yet." His finger toyed with her, tracing ever-slower, ever-more-maddening circles on overheated flesh that screamed for release.
Then it wasn't one finger, it was two, and three, as his thumb joined those he'd already slipped inside her. Tannie's breath caught in the back of her throat. She quivered, inside and out, ready for the act, but not for the thrill of this torture...not for the sinuous, insane currents of electricity that shot from the marauding fingers into her and then through her, electricity that seemed determined to scorch everything in its path.
She screamed, no, she tried to scream, but Bax's mouth had covered hers, and claimed it again, his tongue plunging deeper than before, as did the thumb and fingers that shoved up and up, already inside her but wanting to penetrate further. Helpless, she writhed against the digits that impaled her, trying to help them find their way deeper.
"Take. Me." Her words ended in a gasp, only a breath of air in a swirling, heated madness that knew no beginning, knew no end, knew only the insane pleasure of the fingers that stroked and rubbed, pinched and released, until her body poured out its substance in one cataclysmic, mind-boggling orgasm after another.
He was doing this with his fingers. Saints preserve us, what might he do with his cock? Imprisoned behind the rough denim of his jeans, it strained agianst her mid-section, looking for a way out. Elemental, pulsing, it was harder than an iron girder and at least three times as big, and she wanted it inside her, wanted it now.
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