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Story: With this Ring
She’d had no idea he’d be so big, so ready.
The damp tip of his manhood brushed against her cheek. Sasha yearned to take the lead, wrap her hand around him, maybe lick the drop of pre-cum from the tip.
Or was she supposed to wait for instructions? “Gregorio, I want to touch you.” She hesitated before adding, “May I?”
“Soon enough.”
“But—”
“That was a no.” His voice was edged with implacable demand.
Sasha had never begged for the honor of stroking her partner. In fact, at times, she considered it a chore. But Gregorio—her temporary lover—was no ordinary man.
“We’re doing this my way.”
Like they had at the wedding reception.
Yet now that he’d denied her, her inner ache intensified.
A little chastened, she sat back on her calves.
His lips quirked into a half-smile, and he released his grip to offer his hand. “Stand for me, Petal.”
When she was upright, he set her away from him, just a little. “I want to see you. Take off the robe.”
This would be so much easier if he’d do it himself then make love to her. That way, she could just close her eyes, helping her get over her first-time nerves.
“I’m waiting.”
Somehow, even with the rush of emotions chasing through her, she managed to unknot her belt.
“You’re doing fine.”
Had she ever been with a man who was more approving?
“Keep going.”
She drew apart the lapels of her robe. Then, glancing away to hide her embarrassment, she opened it all the way.
“Beautiful breasts, Petal. I should never allow you to hide them from me.”
When she had the courage to look back at him, heat simmered in his darkly enigmatic eyes.
“Now finish removing it.”
Her fingers nerveless, she shrugged and released the thick material, allowing it to swish to her feet.
For a moment, he took her in. “You’re exquisite, Petal. Everything about you.”
Was this really happening? She was in Gregorio’s bedroom, both of them naked, anticipation thumping through her.
“Your nipples are hard.”
And not from the cool whispers of night air. “Yes, Sir.”Am I truly saying these things to him?
“Begging for my touch?”
Unable to find her voice, she swallowed.
The damp tip of his manhood brushed against her cheek. Sasha yearned to take the lead, wrap her hand around him, maybe lick the drop of pre-cum from the tip.
Or was she supposed to wait for instructions? “Gregorio, I want to touch you.” She hesitated before adding, “May I?”
“Soon enough.”
“But—”
“That was a no.” His voice was edged with implacable demand.
Sasha had never begged for the honor of stroking her partner. In fact, at times, she considered it a chore. But Gregorio—her temporary lover—was no ordinary man.
“We’re doing this my way.”
Like they had at the wedding reception.
Yet now that he’d denied her, her inner ache intensified.
A little chastened, she sat back on her calves.
His lips quirked into a half-smile, and he released his grip to offer his hand. “Stand for me, Petal.”
When she was upright, he set her away from him, just a little. “I want to see you. Take off the robe.”
This would be so much easier if he’d do it himself then make love to her. That way, she could just close her eyes, helping her get over her first-time nerves.
“I’m waiting.”
Somehow, even with the rush of emotions chasing through her, she managed to unknot her belt.
“You’re doing fine.”
Had she ever been with a man who was more approving?
“Keep going.”
She drew apart the lapels of her robe. Then, glancing away to hide her embarrassment, she opened it all the way.
“Beautiful breasts, Petal. I should never allow you to hide them from me.”
When she had the courage to look back at him, heat simmered in his darkly enigmatic eyes.
“Now finish removing it.”
Her fingers nerveless, she shrugged and released the thick material, allowing it to swish to her feet.
For a moment, he took her in. “You’re exquisite, Petal. Everything about you.”
Was this really happening? She was in Gregorio’s bedroom, both of them naked, anticipation thumping through her.
“Your nipples are hard.”
And not from the cool whispers of night air. “Yes, Sir.”Am I truly saying these things to him?
“Begging for my touch?”
Unable to find her voice, she swallowed.
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