One Wild Wedding Night_ Three-Way - Leslie Kelly [9]
Mia howled, then shoved her fist in her mouth to try to control the sounds. He hadn’t kissed her, hadn’t touched her, but in under a minute, he’d pleasured her throbbing clit so thoroughly an explosive orgasm rocketed through her.
She was still shaking from it as he rose, nibbling his way up her body, pausing to nip a hip or sample her belly. The pause was a bit longer when he reached her breasts. He sucked one nipple into his mouth while reaching for the other and tweaking it between his fingers. The pressure with just the tiniest hint of pain had her ready to come all over again, and if he dropped his hand between her legs, she knew she would.
He didn’t. Instead, he kissed his way up to her neck, whispering, “I have a surprise for you in the bedroom.”
She quivered, wondering how his hands could be everywhere on her at once. “You do?”
“Something you once told me you wanted.”
Mia wasn’t sure what he meant, but since the bed was where she most wanted to be with him, she was definitely ready to follow him into the bedroom. “Take me there.”
He entwined his fingers with hers, then led her across the small living area of the suite. Mia’s curiosity grew, until she was almost holding her breath in anticipation.
When Brandon pushed the door open, she let the breath out in a quick exhalation, now remembering what she’d said. And when she’d said it. “You remember that conversation?” she asked, seeing and understanding the lengths he’d gone to in order to fulfill her fantasy. What else, she wondered, did he remember about that long, erotic phone call?
He nodded and led her to the massage table standing at the foot of the bed. On a small table beside it stood an array of lotions, as well as some candles, which he quickly lit. Soft, melodic music played in the background, setting a scene of pure relaxation. “You wanted a sensual massage. To be stroked everywhere, every muscle soothed with silky lotion and an expert touch.”
She remembered uttering those words, exactly.
“To start slowly,” he added, his words whispered, adding to the drugging mood, “like any other professional massage. Then to gradually be seduced into eroticism by a pair of powerful hands going far beyond the boundaries of a normal session.”
Mia’s whole body went soft, almost boneless, at the thought of his big, male hands kneading away all her tension. She loved massages, as she’d told him, and had long wondered what it would be like to get one from a lover. One whose touches would start firmly, professionally, then segue into wickedly seductive caresses.
“I can’t believe you got a table,” she said, almost stalling for time as she stepped closer and touched the fluffy white towel he’d draped across the top. She was dying for him to do as he’d said, but almost nervous. What if, having voiced the fantasy, the reality wasn’t as good?
Then she glanced back, saw his confident smile and the powerful muscles flexing in his arms and hands, and knew it would be very good.
“Get on,” he told her, holding out a hand to help her.
Mia did. But she didn’t lie down right away, instead extending one leg straight out, silently ordering him to remove her stocking. Brandon reached for the front clasp, deftly unfastened it, then did the same with the back. He rolled the silky material down slowly—with infinite patience, touching her only with the slightest brushes of his fingertips.
By the time he’d removed the second one, she was already a quivering mess. She didn’t know how much of the massage she’d be able to stand before begging him to fill her.
“Lie down, Mia,” he ordered as he removed the garter belt.
She did, rolling into her stomach. The table was a portable one, with no opening for the face, which was fine with her. She didn’t want to remain removed and separated from the experience—she wanted to watch, to savor whatever he did to her. So she turned her head to the side, following every move he made.
“Now, ma’am, you requested our full service package,” he said as he moved to the door