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were watching what she was doing. Lifting her back she slipped the arms off and dropped the top beside her. Relaxing her body back, her hands gripped the chair edges but her eyes remained lowered.
     
    “How does that feel?” Jack asked softly. Still beside her head, he trailed a single finger down her neck, caressing the fluttering pulse.
     
    “I feel…I feel exposed. Excited. Unsure. I don’t know… I’m shivering inside,” Carmen confessed as his finger slowly traveled over her collarbone and down to the rise of her breasts.
     
    “You have beautiful breasts, Carmen. Natural and heavy.”
     
    His finger caressed soft skin to the puckered dark areola around her nipple. There he circled lazily, letting her become used to the gentle touch, but more importantly to him, watching his hand on her intimately. Touching her casually in places she’d normally have covered. Enforcing his right to her in any way he wanted.
     
    “Look how pert your nipple is. How it stands, begging for attention,” he encouraged softly.
     
    His hand cupped her, lifting the weight, feeling soft flesh move between his spread fingers. Resisting the urge to squeeze and mold both hard-tipped globes as he watched her reaction to his dark, rough hand holding her sensitive body.
     
    He had yet to really kiss her or in any normal way confirm their relationship. He wanted her very clear that there was nothing regular about this. Handling her as he chose eased her into submitting. Letting her feel the slight sting of embarrassment as his eyes and hands enjoyed her. If she could admit the dark pleasure this gave her, she’d have come a long way for a first encounter.
     
    Carmen bit her lip and looked from his face to her breast and back again.
     
    Jack’s hand let go of her breast to rest on her trembling belly. Malleable under his fingers, her heated flesh almost made him forgot what he meant to do next.
     
    “Hold them up for me. Offer your nipples, baby,” he directed softly. “They’re swollen and sensitive. That sensitivity is mine. What I choose to do about them is mine. Feel the surrender of knowing I can choose to ignore them or not.”
     
    Soft hands cupped her breasts, holding them off her body. Two rose peaks of need were offered by a panting woman whose hips were gently shifting in eager jerks. Now was the time to reward surrender, celebrate it. Let her know how pleased he was with her offering. Besides, some things a man couldn’t be expected to resist, and he’d been looking at those tempting breasts for two years.
     
    His mouth swooped down, sucking the nearest nipple in hard. Taking her roughly with his mouth was a compromise. What he wanted, how he needed to touch her and what she could take were worlds apart. Clamping down on the animal who wanted to roll her over, grab her soft tits and use them to pull her back on his cock as he fucked her, Jack settled for the small pleasure of using his mouth aggressively.
     
    Carmen’s back arched off the recliner as a moan escaped her. But she didn’t let go, holding both breasts up as he roughly sucked then laved the glistening peak with his tongue, ending with gentle nips that left little red marks. Leaning over, he did the same with her other breast. The hard suck and nips were a calculated move to increase her sensitivity, lighting her breasts on fire. He wanted her burning.
     
    He also wanted her to know he’d mark her. He enjoyed seeing the pink spots on her breasts. Later the marks would not be so light. Not from nipping her, from sucking on that delicious flesh and leaving hickeys wherever he wanted. Some dominants marked women in much harsher ways and Jack had never gotten that. With Carmen he suddenly understood it to a certain extent.
     
    Marking was basic, primal. Males are visual creatures and it was pleasing to see her pale, soft skin accept his marks. Damn, it was sexually addictive too. A guy with shaky self-control and a willing woman could easily get out