A Sip of You (The Epicurean Series)
feeling the hardness of his cock against my belly. I was only getting started. “Thank you for that,” I murmured, finally finding my voice. “I didn’t know...I mean, I’ve never…”
    His brow lifted. “You’ve never come like that before?”
    I smiled. “Not exactly.” I loved to have them played with, but a nipple orgasm was a first for me. Only with William. I giggled. “It felt amazing. You’re amazing. I loved it.” I loved him. This was what I had been wanting on this trip—the same closeness and intimacy we’d shared last night at the hotel.
    I kissed him lightly, then more deeply as I drew my hand between our bodies and against the flat plane of his abdomen, then down to his thick erection. It was barely contained in his black boxer briefs, and I teased my fingers under the waistband and closed my hand around him. He pulsed against my palm as I ran my hand up to the smooth tip and down to the wide, veined root.
    “Now, let me do something for you,” I said, still stroking him. “And I’m going to stick with the high school theme.”
    His expression was amused and also a little wary. “I have no idea what you’re thinking. Should I be nervous?”
    William nervous? This was new. He’d used anticipation to heighten my arousal several times. Now I wanted to see if I could have the same effect on him.
    “Now it’s your turn to trust me, William. It’ll be fun.” I sat up.
    “Fun?”
    “You’ll like it. Just lay back, and close your eyes. Don’t look.”
    He studied me for a moment longer, and I feared he’d refuse. He didn’t like surprises or any situation that veered off plan. His eyes were sharp and blue now, narrowed and serious. “Okay.” He rolled onto his back. “I surrender. Do what you will with me.”
    A giddy feeling swept through me, but I tamped it down. “Oh, I plan to. To begin, I don’t think we need these.” I slid his boxer briefs down, pausing so he could lift his slim hips and then tugging them slowly down his sculpted legs. When they reached his ankles, he kicked them off and onto the floor. “Keep your eyes closed,” I said, glancing at his face and then back to his impressive erection. There was nothing about William’s body that didn’t impress me. From his broad chest to his trim waist, he had the kind of body I’d expect to see in a calendar of hot firemen—only I had the X-rated version before me, with his beautiful cock jutting up, eagerly waiting for me.
    “Very nice, Mr. Lambourne,” I purred. “I promise I won’t leave you in this painful state for long.”
    He threw an arm over his eyes. “I’m not promising to keep my eyes closed for much longer, and the anticipation is killing me.”
    I was counting on the anticipation playing a part in this little seduction. Resisting the urge to stroke him once more, I slid off the bed. “Give me just a minute.” I padded to the well-appointed bathroom, still marveling at its size. It was practically as big as my bathroom at home and nicer than it too.
    “Catherine?”
    “Coming!
    I opened cabinets and drawers until I found what I needed. In the mirror, I caught a reflection of myself. My brown hair was mussed about my shoulders, and my eyes looked huge and soft green against the pink glow of my cheeks. When I returned, William still had his arm thrown over his face, and I smiled as I sat beside him. “This will be a little cold at first.”
    “What?” His body tensed, and I couldn’t stop a smile.
    “Relax.” I poured a large blob of expensive-looking lavender hand lotion into my hand. I allowed it to warm for a few seconds and then wrapped my wet palm around William’s engorged shaft. He jerked and then stilled, his body at attention. I stroked him, working the thick, rich lotion in, tightening my grip as I slid my coiled fingers over the impressive length of him.
    “Catherine.” His hips moved, pushing his cock into my hand. “Are you jerking me off?” He was smiling, but the tightness
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