Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

to do next.
“I didn’t say stop,” he says.
“Oh.” I palm my breasts again, squeezing them together and watching his face so I can pay closer
attention to what he likes.
He has both hands on my hips now, but his touch is light. I’m planted between his thighs while I
play with my boobs. As he watches, his fingertips lightly skim my sides on their way up. He pushes
one of my hands away, covering one with his much larger hand. He’s rougher with my nipple than I
was, and before I can draw a breath, it’s erect, begging for his attention as his thumb passes over it
roughly, back and forth, back and forth.
I can feel it everywhere. Roots of pleasure start at the peak of my breast where he’s toying with
me, but travel down to my pussy, which is now throbbing shamelessly.
My eyes flutter closed as he pushes my other hand away and does the same thing with that breast.
I try to keep my breathing shallow so he doesn’t realize how aroused my body is already, but it’s
difficult.
“You don’t have to hide from me, Hallie.”
My eyes pop open. For a split second, I wonder if somehow my thoughts slipped out of my
mouth, but no. There was silence in the room aside from the rustling of his clothing and the sounds of
my uneven breathing.
Shifting my gaze from his face down to his thighs, I say, “I don’t know what you mean. I’m right
here.”
His lips tug up faintly. “Such a pretty little liar.” With that, he squeezes my nipples so hard I cry
out from the shocking bite of pain when everything he’d done prior had felt so good, then he releases
them, and I think that disappoints my body most of all. Dropping the open palm of his hand against his
thigh, he says, “Sit.”
My eyes widened and dart back to his face. “Sit?”
“On my lap,” he says patiently.
I thought he was going to spank me.
I don’t see how he’ll do that with my butt on his lap, but I decide not to question him. I don’t
want to annoy him and end up strapped to that fucking machine.