Unexpected Sting by Viola Grace (free reads .TXT) 📕

Chapter Four

He kissed her and stroked the sides ofher hair, stroked her throat with his thumbs, and smoothed hishands over her back.

Stinger was nervous when hishands tried to get a feel for her through her clothing. She pulledher head to one side. “I would rather just get the disrobing out ofthe way. I am getting nervous.”

He paused. “Really? Why?”

“While I have a lot of exposureto sex, I don’t do it that often. Certainly not with...” Shegestured, and the sweep of her hand took him in.

He sighed. “So, you don’t wantme?”

“No, I do. I am just reallynervous about the prospect. You seem very... calm to me. That makesme wary.” She leaned down and unfastened her boots.

“I could do that, and it wouldbe a lot more fun.” He smiled.

“Not the first time. Yes, I alsolook at the last few pages of novels. I read the beginning and theend, and if the end is good, I read everything in between.”

Arthur looked at her with horroras she dropped her boots to the side. “You are the most horribletype of person.”

She grinned. “It has been saidbefore.”

She took his suit jacket off andthen loosened his tie. She unbuttoned the onyx studs of his shirt,one by one. When she got to his waistband, she unsnapped the buttonand pulled his shirt free.

“You are good at that.”

“You think so? I practiced on adressmaker’s dummy.” She flicked him an amused glance.

He blinked. “You did what?”

“I wanted to know how thingsworked, so I figured out how to train myself, so I wouldn’t have tostop to ask questions. It means I had an appearance that I hadn’tquite earned.”

Stinger opened his cuffs as helooked at her in surprise. “So you really...”

“A few times in college, just toget the hang of it, and then, it was easier to just manage thingson my own, on my schedule.”

She looked at him, cocked herhead, and pressed her hand to the centre of his chest, pushing himback. She then climbed onto the bed and removed his dark shirt,sliding it out and away. She folded the shirt over her arm and thenhopped to the floor, nodding to his feet. “Shoes.”

He sat down and bent to unlacehis shoes. She saw the deep groove of muscle in his back and theflex in his chest as he moved, and she swallowed. She wanted to runher tongue along his body and see if the dancing had left sweat onhim. Her eyes went wide, and she stepped back.

Arthur’s head snapped up.“What’s wrong?”

“I’m sweaty.”

He chuckled. “Sweat doesn’tbother me, and if this goes as I hope it will, we will be a lotsweatier before too long.”

She blushed and set his shirtover his jacket draped on the chair. She turned, and his shoes andsocks had gone, and he was standing in his trousers.

“Stiila, come here.” His voicehad gone deep and husky.

She walked over to him, and hegently turned her around before his fingers undid the tiny hook andthen lowered the zipper of her dress. It fell forward, and shecaught it out of reflex. Stinger deliberately dropped the dress andstepped out of it. She was wearing a silky black slip with lacypanties under, and she turned toward him, sliding the tiny strapoff one shoulder and then the other. The slip slid inexorablydownward, hanging on the tips of her breasts before it slithereddown and got stuck on her hips. Arthur knelt in front of her, andhis hands smoothed the silk from her hips.

He took in her black lacepanties and looked her in the eye. “May I?”

She nodded, and his indexfingers and thumbs slid the panties free of her body.

He smiled. “I am going to keepmy pants on for now. I don’t want to speed things up. You mightlike getting to the last page; I like to work my way through thechapters.”

He stood and lifted her againsthim, kissing her deeply. Her senses spun with the added stimulationof his body against hers, skin moving with hers, and the feel ofhis pounding heart in his chest. She reached out and stroked theskin she could reach. His skin was smooth, and his muscles werehard. It was like leather over stone, and she wanted to keep up thecontact.

Stinger gasped when he turned toset her on the bed. Instead of laying her on her back, he set heron her feet. The position put him within easy reach of her breasts,and he simply leaned forward and flicked her left nipple with histongue. He looked up at her and said, “If I do anything you don’tlike, let me know.”

“What if I do like it?” Shestroked her fingers through his hair.

He smiled. “I will be listeningand watching for clues.”

She frowned, and he took one ofher nipples between his teeth with extreme care. She gasped, and heflicked the tip with his tongue. When he finished that, he suckedlightly at her breast, and she moaned.

His hands wrapped around herback, holding her close as he went from one breast to the other,and her knees were weak.

She felt one of his handsmoving, and it slowly slid around and between her thighs. Sheyelped, and her eyes were wide when he moved the finger againsther, and it slid in easily. She braced her hands on his shouldersand dug her short nails into his skin as he added a second finger.She gasped, and when he pressed a thumb to her clit, she mewled.The sounds she made had never been more obvious or mortifying.

He leaned in and kissed herwhile he moved his digits inside her. His hand on her backside kepther upright against him, and when her body relaxed into his touch,her release flared bright and hot. She moaned low and shudderedagainst his fingers while her knees buckled and her weight camedown on his hand.

She tried to hold herself up,but the effect of his fingers going so deep was her body’sinsistence in pulsing around him in waves. Stinger made a squeakwhile his fingers curled inside her and moved rapidly over an innerspot that responded to his touch. Fire rippled through her, and shegasped into his