Champagne Rules. Susan Lyons

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      Wow! Was he, or was he just saying that to be sexy?

      No, this was her caveman. Of course he was hard. Beautifully, achingly hard.

      For her.

      And she too was intensely turned on, not just by the memory of Crete but at the thought of Jaxon, at his computer in San Francisco, aroused long distance. By her. Her words, and the memories they conjured.

      She hadn’t felt such a sense of female power since that afternoon four years ago. Yes, in this moment she really was outrageous69.

      You are naked, aren’t you? she typed.

      His reply came. I could be. Do you want me naked?

      Always! She typed back. But undress slowly. Undo your shirt buttons one at a time, and pretend those are my fingers, parting your shirt, slipping inside.

      Shirt. Was he even wearing a shirt with buttons? Or maybe a T-shirt? She hadn’t the slightest idea how the guy dressed.

      He answered, Okay, but what I’d rather be doing is reaching inside your shirt. In my mind I can see those high, firm breasts of yours, each a perfect handful.

      He liked her breasts. Even though, to be honest, you could fit the two of them together into one of those amazing hands of his.

      Speaking of a handful, she typed, would you like to feel my hands on you…She stopped again, knowing exactly where she wanted her hands. If she left the message as it was, he’d be bound to pick up the innuendo, but…What the hell, this was Jaxon and he made her feel sexy and daring.

      …your cock? Unzip your pants, pull them down, take off your underwear. And touch yourself, Jaxon, wrap a hand around that beautiful big erection, and imagine it’s my hand. Sliding up and down, squeezing but not too hard.

      She stared at the message on the screen. As much as she and the gals might have joked about gi-normous dicks, she’d never in her life typed the word “cock” before.

      Oh, what the hell. SEND.

      A message came back. And you put your hand between your legs, down among those pretty gold curls. Those are my fingers stroking, opening you. Are you wet for me?

      She stared at the screen. Then down at her pink cotton pajamas, printed with a pattern of Siamese cats. Should she take them off? Did he think she was naked?

      Her hand went tentatively to the drawstring bow at her waist, then stopped. No, she couldn’t do this. Not here, with her parents sleeping just across the yard, her own cats on the bed. This was definitely not a cave on Crete.

      But maybe…

      Her hand slid lower, outside the soft cotton, down the seam that ran between her legs, trying to imagine it was his hand. Her body throbbed in response. She closed her eyes. Jaxon’s hand, so dark against the pale pink fabric. Jaxon’s fingers stroking the seam, creating friction against the tender flesh beneath.

      She moaned, clenching her thighs against his hand. Her hand. Their hand. She wanted to keep the hand there, but, even more, she wanted to type to him.

      Yes, I’m wet for you, she typed. But I want more than your hand. Remember how it was that first time in the cave, when my body was wrapped around yours? Remember how hard and hungry your cock was? How you plunged inside me, where I was all wet and wanting? That’s what I want now. You, inside me.

      Suzanne’s muscles clenched as she imagined the act she was describing. She wanted to press her hand between her legs again, but right now she was inspired, on a roll, feeling like that sexy woman in the cave. She squirmed on her chair as she began to type again.

      Now feel me sliding up and down on you, lifting my body, then moving down just as you thrust up. You’re so strong, I don’t know how you can hold me like this, but your strength is such a turn-on. Everything about you excites me, and now all my sensations are centering as you plunge into me even deeper and faster. You’re so big and you fill me completely. The friction as you move is almost unbearable and I can feel the tension building and building and I want, I need you to give that one final thrust and pour yourself into me.

      Do it, Jaxon.

      Come now!

      Breathless, she stopped typing and reached one shaking hand toward the mouse. Did she dare send this? It was almost pornographic. But then, what healthy red-blooded male didn’t respond to pornography? She clicked the button.

      And waited.

      She reread his last message, then her reply. Her right hand hovered near the mouse, but her left one slid between her thighs and she caressed herself through her pajamas, imagining his touch.

      He still hadn’t replied. Had she gone too far? She removed her hand from between her legs. Worrying about his response was a turnoff.

      Finally she saw the envelope icon. Hurriedly, she double-clicked.

      Jesus, Suzanne.

      I’m having trouble thinking what to say.

      Oops, she’d gone overboard, blown her chance with him.

      In fact I’m having trouble forming a coherent thought. Woman, you just blew my mind.

      And that’s not all you blew. You just made me come so hard it hurt.

      Suzanne let out a sigh, made up of equal parts relief, pride and arousal. Now there was a turn-on!

      And now it’s your turn. Let’s concentrate on your pleasure now. Are you ready?

      She groaned. Was she? Could she really do what he was suggesting?

      Yes. SEND.

      Then be patient, give me a few minutes and I promise it’ll be worth the wait.

      She waited nervously. What was he typing? When the message came, she sucked in a deep breath, let it out slowly, then clicked it open.

      Here we go, lover. Is your hand between your legs? Mine is there, in my mind, and let me tell you what it’s doing.

      She drew a shaky breath and let her hand drift down again.

      It’s stroking your silky, satiny, hot swollen flesh. As I stroke, your body moves with my hand, pressing against me, letting me know how you feel, telling me how you want to be touched.

      We’re both totally focused on the place where my hand meets your body. I’m limp from that earth-shattering orgasm you gave me, yet amazingly I feel my own body stir to life as I see the way you respond to me.

      Oh! He’d left the Crete scenario and was creating something new.

      It’s the sexiest thing in the world, feeling how much you want my touch.

      All I want to do is pleasure you, and your body is squirming, pressing, your hips are lifting and circling, you’re telling me with every move that the tension is building.

      I slip a finger inside you, feel your muscles contract around me, your body rock against me. I’m hard СКАЧАТЬ