He slid his hand
up the curve of my ass and gave it a fast, playful and sensual whack. “Go sit
on my bike.”
He stepped back
and I was already overwhelmed by him. I did as he told me to.
“Mmm … you’re
gorgeous.” His gaze devoured me whole. “Lift your leg and straddle it backward,
nice and slow.”
Oh. Dear. Heaven.
I pulled my legs apart and worked to give him a little show as I did it,
arching my back so my sex rubbed the leather seat as I moved.
“Lay back and
spread your legs for me now,” Sam instructed.
Carefully, I
rolled my back down until I was connected with the seat and felt secure.
“Baby, it has
double kickstands, you won’t fall.”
I’d never lain
back on a bike before. I’d also never had sex on a bike before. My body was
humming with expectation.
“Oh, I’m going to
fuck you so good, Kate,” he growled. “You are incredibly fucking sexy sprawled
over that black Samurai Chopper in nothing but a little bit of pink lace. Reach
up behind you and grip the handlebars.”
I did and felt
utterly exposed.
“Close your eyes,”
he commanded. “And no matter what, don’t let go of those handlebars.”
After I closed my
eyes, Sam tied a silk blindfold over my eyes. “Um …” I felt shy all of a sudden
and completely vulnerable.
“Do you trust me,
Kate?” Sam sensually whispered in my ear, taking my breath away.
“Yes.”
“Unequivocally?”
I knew my answer.
“Yes.”
“Then no matter
what I do or say, I don’t want you to speak or resist me. You’re allowed to
make all the hot, explosive noises you desire as I set your body on fire, but
you may not protest or question me. Is that understood?”
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