Never Understand Part One ( Johnthen Trent Adult Romance 1) Read Free Page A

broke away a fraction before I wanted him to. My stomach turned a somersault. I could feel his hard body against me, those dreamy pec muscles against my palm. Then he did it again, letting my lips come to him, holding me firmly in his arms, his hand gently on the back of my head, kissing and letting go. Then cupping the back of my head with his hand, kissing deeply and urgently with his tongue, and letting go, making my lips come back for more.
    I could feel him observing me, checking as my breathing became shallow, but that was OK. It was a turn-on for him to have me like this. He checked me out quickly, lustfully with his eyes. I began to realize I was with a real operator, with a Master’s degree in getting the female body to respond as he wished.
    Josh had this thing where he would somehow make me drift out of my clothes with his music and the candlelight. One minute we’d be kissing and I’d be fully clothed. The next minute I’d standing there in my panties and high heels, hardly knowing what he’d done, but he made it so intimate somehow, so it felt natural. That first time in his apartment, my clothing somehow appeared miraculously folded over a chair, each item removed slowly, carefully, one by one. It was so freakin’ HOT to know I was with an expert. Then he’d slide his fingertips over my body once more, and it felt like he owned me. My breathing was shallow and full of desire, and between my legs I felt so wet.
    Always he was fully clothed until he was ready to fuck me – at the most he’d remove his jacket at this stage - and he had this thing where I always felt I had to come up to the mark. I had to dress right, get the lingerie right and have the right earrings and so on. He’d often talk about all those immaculately turned out women at his office, and the way this girl wore the wrong blouse, or another girl’s skirt was just too short or just too long. So I always felt I had to dress right, including my undergarments, as if he was going to inspect me.
    Not that I minded. I would spend all day thinking about what I was going to wear for him, so it was no wonder I was turned on when it came time for him to undress me.
    For that matter, I also had to undress in the right way when he demanded it. Sometimes, instead of expertly sliding my clothes off me, he would whisper to me to remove one piece of clothing after the other. He’d be touching me and kissing me, then he’d pull back, breathing heavily, his eyes burning over my body, but I’d have to remove each item for him. By the time I’d taken off my top and my skirt, I was practically begging to take off the rest, just to feel his fingers on my tingling skin. I’d be aching for him. And when he finally instructed me to remove my panties, he had me stand in my heels and bend right over, and take the lacy undergarments off over my shoes with as much elegance as I could muster. It wasn’t easy with my rear in the air as I bent over. Given that I was quivering with desire it’s a wonder I didn’t fall in an undignified heap that first time. Once, he even sat down in his armchair, with his forearms placed down the arm of the chair, and he told me exactly what to do, item by item, move by move, while his eyes smoldered, examining me in the candlelight. It made me so damned hot. It arouses me even now, on this subway train, to think about it.
    That was part of Joshua’s thing. He knew what a girl wanted, and he’d give it to her. But he liked to be in control, and having me naked in front of him was a big part of that. If I tried to undress him at the same time, he’d gently stop me. It was OK by me, so I went along for the ride. That first time, naked in the warm candlelight, I felt self-conscious, but I was so turned on. There was a heat from between my legs and my face was flushed and I’m damn sure my eyes were giving all the signs a guy could want. Josh was there fully clothed, with that smile of lust and satisfaction he used to have. My