Serving Mr. Stevens, Part Four: The Price of Pleasure -- An Erotic Romance (Part 4 of 5) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Nathan Stratton
at once. I took a deep breath and tried to get my thoughts in order. There were few thoughts left, to tell the truth – at this point in the night, emotion had taken over completely, and I was left floundering in a way that I had never felt before.
In response to my words, she moved over and pressed her body against mine, wrapping her arms around me. I put an arm around her and pulled her closer, enjoying the feeling of her curves nestled against my own.
“It’s all right, Candace,” she whispered.
And then, after hesitating a moment, she leaned over and kissed my cheek.
When she kissed me, I froze. I didn’t know what to do – I didn’t know what to think. In the uncertainty of this moment, the kiss broke through my barriers like a stone through glass. I knew she felt this, the creeping sexual tension, same as I did. Her body felt so soft and warm, so exciting, that I wanted to touch her everywhere. But my curiosity was tempered by fear, and the distinct feeling that we shouldn’t be doing this. My body felt like 10,000 volts were running through it, and I couldn’t ignore the warm, buzzing feeling of arousal intensifying in my belly. But I was too terrified of making the first move – what if this was all in my head?
“Candace?” she whispered, burying her face against my neck. The chill shooting down my spine was strong enough to rival anything Mr. Stevens had done to me. I had to take a moment and let it run its course before trusting myself to speak.
“I’m here,” I said, in a breathy voice. At the sound of my voice, she pulled back to look at me, leaning over me now with a leg on either side of my body. How had we ended up in this sensual position? Her eyes were bright, and they’d grown wide with unspoken questions. The front of her gown had fallen open slightly, exposing her body just a bit, and we both looked down at her chest at the same moment. She looked back up at me, and when her eyes met mine I saw a hunger in them that rivaled my own.
That look was all the encouragement I needed. Throwing all caution to the wind, I lifted my head just enough to press my lips gently against hers.
She let out a small noise, surprised to feel my lips searching against hers, but in the next instant she kissed me back eagerly. Her hands slid along the straps of my gown, her fingertips pressing underneath to caress my heated skin. It was a strange feeling, being touched by a woman. It felt delicious and dangerous, and just enough of a taboo to be a turn-on. She opened her mouth in a sensuous half-smile, and leaned down against my ear as her fingers gently pulled my gown open.
“We don’t have to go too far,” she panted in my ear. “We can just make out like this. We can just play, just a bit. It’ll be all right.” I heard what she was saying, but the hot moisture of her breath was saying something else entirely. I groaned in pleasure and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her body down to my own. Our breasts pressed against each other, and I could feel our hard nipples teasing each other’s bodies, separated only by a thin wisp of fabric. I’d never felt that before, and it was turning me on in ways I’d never imagined.
She kissed me again, harder this time. It was obvious she’d done this before. Her fingertips touched, teased and caressed my body, and soon enough we were naked together under the sheets. She slipped her thigh between my own legs and pressed upwards, hard against me. The wetness I felt made me realize just how turned I was. I grabbed the back of her thigh and pulled it against myself, grinding against her leg and moaning at the sensations it was sending through my body. “Oh, my God,” I gasped, as the feelings intensified. I looked up at her and saw her eyes flashing with arousal, watching me buck and writhe beneath her.
I pulled myself up onto my elbows, curious as to what I could do to her. I slipped my fingers down to the
In response to my words, she moved over and pressed her body against mine, wrapping her arms around me. I put an arm around her and pulled her closer, enjoying the feeling of her curves nestled against my own.
“It’s all right, Candace,” she whispered.
And then, after hesitating a moment, she leaned over and kissed my cheek.
When she kissed me, I froze. I didn’t know what to do – I didn’t know what to think. In the uncertainty of this moment, the kiss broke through my barriers like a stone through glass. I knew she felt this, the creeping sexual tension, same as I did. Her body felt so soft and warm, so exciting, that I wanted to touch her everywhere. But my curiosity was tempered by fear, and the distinct feeling that we shouldn’t be doing this. My body felt like 10,000 volts were running through it, and I couldn’t ignore the warm, buzzing feeling of arousal intensifying in my belly. But I was too terrified of making the first move – what if this was all in my head?
“Candace?” she whispered, burying her face against my neck. The chill shooting down my spine was strong enough to rival anything Mr. Stevens had done to me. I had to take a moment and let it run its course before trusting myself to speak.
“I’m here,” I said, in a breathy voice. At the sound of my voice, she pulled back to look at me, leaning over me now with a leg on either side of my body. How had we ended up in this sensual position? Her eyes were bright, and they’d grown wide with unspoken questions. The front of her gown had fallen open slightly, exposing her body just a bit, and we both looked down at her chest at the same moment. She looked back up at me, and when her eyes met mine I saw a hunger in them that rivaled my own.
That look was all the encouragement I needed. Throwing all caution to the wind, I lifted my head just enough to press my lips gently against hers.
She let out a small noise, surprised to feel my lips searching against hers, but in the next instant she kissed me back eagerly. Her hands slid along the straps of my gown, her fingertips pressing underneath to caress my heated skin. It was a strange feeling, being touched by a woman. It felt delicious and dangerous, and just enough of a taboo to be a turn-on. She opened her mouth in a sensuous half-smile, and leaned down against my ear as her fingers gently pulled my gown open.
“We don’t have to go too far,” she panted in my ear. “We can just make out like this. We can just play, just a bit. It’ll be all right.” I heard what she was saying, but the hot moisture of her breath was saying something else entirely. I groaned in pleasure and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her body down to my own. Our breasts pressed against each other, and I could feel our hard nipples teasing each other’s bodies, separated only by a thin wisp of fabric. I’d never felt that before, and it was turning me on in ways I’d never imagined.
She kissed me again, harder this time. It was obvious she’d done this before. Her fingertips touched, teased and caressed my body, and soon enough we were naked together under the sheets. She slipped her thigh between my own legs and pressed upwards, hard against me. The wetness I felt made me realize just how turned I was. I grabbed the back of her thigh and pulled it against myself, grinding against her leg and moaning at the sensations it was sending through my body. “Oh, my God,” I gasped, as the feelings intensified. I looked up at her and saw her eyes flashing with arousal, watching me buck and writhe beneath her.
I pulled myself up onto my elbows, curious as to what I could do to her. I slipped my fingers down to the
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