“I want…want you to make me come. Please,” she couldn’t help gasping.
“Good.” To her surprise, his hand was suddenly withdrawn.
“What…why…” Genevieve looked around in confusion as he stood up and stepped out of the tub. “What are you doing?” she asked, as he began to towel himself off.
“I think you’re all clean now.” Drew gave her a half-lidded smile, full of hungry promise. “So it’s time for our second intimacy exercise.”
“But I thought…you said…” She shook her head as he pulled her out of the tub and used a fresh towel to start patting her dry.
“You thought I was going to make you come? I am, baby.” He gave her a look that could have melted steel—Genevieve certainly knew it was melting her. “I am, but I want to take my time about it. Come on.”
Before she could protest, he took her towel away and led her naked into the bedroom.
* * * * *
Drew couldn’t believe he had his beautiful, unobtainable boss at his fingertips like this. How many times had he fantasized about things he’d like to do to her while they were working together? How many times had he wished to have an opportunity like the one which had fallen right in his lap?
And yet, to be honest, he wasn’t thinking of Genevieve as his boss anymore. Or the Dragon Lady or the Ice Queen or any of the other hurtful nicknames the other guys at the office had made up for her. He was just thinking of her as Gen, the beautiful woman who was so much more than she seemed to be on the surface. The woman he wanted to pleasure…the woman he wanted to make come.
“God, you’re so gorgeous,” he murmured as he led her to the bed. “Can’t wait to taste you.”
“Taste me?” Genevieve went suddenly pale and when he tried to help her onto the vast white bed, she resisted. “What are you talking about? That’s not part of the, uh, intimacy exercises.”
Drew saw that he had hit on a sore spot—her big eyes were filled with uncertainty. Had her ex never tasted her or gone down on that sweet, luscious little pussy of hers? What an idiot the guy had been! No matter what her past experience with the act had been, he knew he could make it good for Gen, but he didn’t want to rush her.
“I just meant with the body paints,” he said lightly. Going to the night table on his side of the bed, he pulled open the drawer. “Remember these?” He held out the jars of dark and light chocolate that came with their own little paintbrush. “That’s my pick for intimacy exercise number two for tonight.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Unless you really do want us to dress up like a naughty schoolgirl and a horny cowboy. Although I warn you, I like to be spanked really hard when I’m playing the schoolgirl. You might have to use the big paddle when I pull up my skirt.”
To his relief, some of the anxiety leaked out of her big brown eyes at his gentle joking.
“No, I…I guess this will be okay. As long as you don’t, you know, go too far.”
Drew dropped the humor and looked at her directly. She was still standing uncertainly by the side of the bed, twisting her fingers together like a little girl lost in the woods.
“Well, we’ve already established that I’m going to make you come, Gen” he murmured, holding her eyes with his own. “So how far, exactly, is too far?”
“I…we…” She bit her lip and he could see her chest heaving as she tried to control her breathing. God, he liked this new Genevieve, the one who was as uncertain in the bedroom as she was self-assured and powerful in the boardroom. She seemed to respond best to his dominant side so Drew used it again.
Putting the chocolate body paints back on the nightstand, he came to stand right beside her, deliberately getting into her personal space.
“I’m going to touch you tonight, Gen,” he murmured, making his voice low and demanding. “Going to paint your sweet body all over and then lick it off.” God, he couldn’t wait to do that—just thinking about it had his cock rock hard! “Going to make you come,” he went on relentlessly.
“I…I know. All right.” She looked up at him. Without the six-inch heels she was positively petite and he thought again how much he loved her short, curvy body. “But we can’t…we shouldn’t…”
Drew suddenly saw what was bothering her.
“Shouldn’t make love?” he murmured, stroking a strand of honey-blonde hair out of her eyes and tucking it behind her ear. “Is that what you’re worried about, Gen? That’s what you mean by going too far?”
“Yes.” She bit her lip, looking up at him uncertainly. “That’s too far, Drew. I…we…I just can’t.”
“All right.” He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed but honestly, it was no more than he’d expected. They had promised to fake as much of this as they could. And after all, he was still going to get to touch her and taste her—that was more than he’d ever dreamed would be possible back when he’d fantasized about her at the office.
“Good.” She looked both relieved and possibly just a little disappointed—or maybe that was just wishful thinking on his part. “I’m glad we, uh, got that all cleared up.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Lifting her by the waist, Drew picked her up and put her down squarely in the middle of the bed.
“Drew!” she gasped as he positioned her with her head on the pillows. “What are you doing?”
“Getting back to business,” he growled. Leaning over her, he looked her in the eyes. “I know your limits, Gen—now it’s time to show you mine. Put your hands over your head and grab onto the headboard.”
Wordlessly, she did as he said. The headboard was a sturdy, wrought iron one with an elaborate curling pattern, just right for holding on to…or being cuffed to, for that matter. For a moment Drew considered using the handcuffs as well…but decided they weren’t really necessary. Besides, he might want to try the soft bondage intimacy exercise another night. He liked the idea of holding Genevieve down and doing all kinds of deliciously kinky things to her body while she was powerless to stop him—liked it a lot. But for tonight, he thought just making her hold onto the headboard would be enough to keep her in check.
Sure enough, she reached over her head and took hold of the curving lines of iron just above her pillow. The position stretched her out and put her beautiful body on display—it was enough to make his mouth water.
“Now what?” Her voice was trembling just a little, which made Drew want to reassure her.
“Now I’m going to decorate you, baby,” he murmured softly. Leaning close again, he pressed his cheek to hers and gave her a hot, soft, open-mouthed kiss on the sensitive side of her neck. “It’s going to be okay, Gen,” he breathed. “You look so beautiful lying here naked for me. I just want to make you feel good tonight.”
His warm words seemed to loosen her up some because when he placed one hand on her stomach, he felt some of the tension which had been tightening her body seem to loosen.
“All right,” she whispered and this time her voice didn’t tremble nearly as much.
“Good.” Drew gave her a lazy smile and sat on the bed beside her. Reaching for the jar of milk chocolate body paint, he opened it and dipped in the little paintbrush. “Now where should I start…?”
* * * * *
Genevieve had to bite back a gasp as Drew circled her right nipple with the cool chocolate paint. God this felt all kinds of good…and all kinds of wrong. She couldn’t believe she was letting him do this! Then again, she never would have believed she would let him stroke her breasts or rub her pussy in the bathtub and she’d done both of those things.
It’s just for this weekend, she reminded herself again. And he promised not to go too far. Just let go and enjoy it.
But that was easier said than done. She’d never had a partner who seemed so attuned to her—so interested in her pleasure before. Charles had been more of a five-minute wonder and she hadn’t had many lovers before him—she’d been too busy building her career.
None of the men she’d been with before had seemed to want to tease and tortu
re and worship her the way Drew was doing. Already he’d spent what felt like hours drawing complicated patterns around both her nipples, sitting back every once in a while to admire his handiwork. And the whole time he insisted that she keep her hands glued to the headboard, the cool iron growing warm under her fingers as she fought to hold herself in place. It was hard to be this naked, this vulnerable with anyone—especially a much younger man who she knew ought to be off limits.
“If…if you keep that up, I’m going to need another bath,” Genevieve pointed out at last as he put the finishing touches on her left nipple.
“No, you won’t.” Drew looked up and gave her a wolfish grin. “This is edible art, remember?”
Before she could answer, he put down the paints and sucked her right nipple into his hot, wet mouth, laving it gently with his tongue as he lapped the chocolate away.
“Oh!” Genevieve gasped and arched her back. God his mouth felt good on her! She squeezed the headboard tighter as he nipped her gently, sending an electric current of pleasure from her sensitive nipple straight down to her pussy.
“Mmm…” Drew let her tight peak slip from between his lips and smiled at her. “Delicious. Knew you would be.” Without waiting for a reply, he leaned over and took her other nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue at first, then sucking it as deeply into his mouth as he could.
“Drew!” She arched her back again, loving the deep pull of his hot mouth against her sensitive flesh. God, he was driving her crazy! Was he trying to make her come just from sucking her nipples? Because she honestly thought it might work.
But after taking his time sucking and lapping her tight peaks for what felt like an eternity, Drew suddenly sat back and reached for the chocolate body paint again.
“Drew,” she whispered faintly. “I don’t…I’m not sure if I can stand much more of this.”
“You have to, baby,” he murmured, his eyes half-lidded with lust as he looked down at her. “Because we’re just getting started. Now spread your legs.”
“What?” Genevieve bit her lip and stared up at him uncertainly. “Drew, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to…to paint me there.” Especially since the way he removed the paint once he put it on was to lick and suck it off.
“That’s too bad, baby,” he growled softly, using that deep, dominant voice which sent shivers down her spine. “Because I think it’s an excellent idea. Now spread your legs and let me in.”
Unable to believe she was doing it, Genevieve obeyed him. Who knew he had such a dark, dominant side under that funny, sarcastic exterior? She’d had men try to use their height or size to intimidate her in the past—being a woman in the business world, it was simply a given. But Drew had never done anything like that before. He’d never been anything but polite and gentlemanly…until now. And though she knew she shouldn’t, Genevieve found herself enjoying this new side of him…wanting to be dominated…wanting to submit.
So, with a little moan, she opened herself and watched as he knelt between her thighs with the paintbrush in one hand.
He painted her outer pussy lips first and Genevieve was glad she’d recently had a wax. There was just a tiny triangle of golden curls at the apex of her mound, leaving the rest of her pussy completely bare. At the same time, though, she almost wished she had more to cover her down there. She’d never felt so shy and bare and vulnerable with any man as she did right now, spreading her thighs and letting her assistant paint her pussy with the cool, ticklish paintbrush and the liquid chocolate body paints.
Drew used dark chocolate on her outer pussy lips and then leaned down to lick it off.
Genevieve bit back a moan that wanted to rise in her throat as he lapped the outside of her mound and sucked her tender, outer pussy lips into his mouth. It was an incredibly hot, erotic sight to see him between her legs, his broad shoulders splitting her wide as he lapped and sucked the outside of her pussy. She felt somewhat relieved that he apparently wasn’t going further than this but frustrated too—her clit was throbbing with need but though Drew paid plenty of attention to her outer pussy, he somehow managed to avoid her inner folds.
It’s better that he doesn’t go there anyway, she lectured herself. It would be much too embarrassing—too intimate. This is a good place to stop, right here.
But just as she thought she was going to scream from frustration, Drew stopped his oral attentions and sat back up.
Genevieve’s arms were aching from being over her head and her palms felt almost bruised from hanging onto the curving iron lines of the headboard for so long.
“Are…are you done now?” she whispered, her voice coming out a little higher than she liked.
Drew gave her a half-lidded smile and answered her question with a question.
“Did you come yet?”
“Um…” Genevieve squirmed uncomfortably, wishing she could shut her legs.
“No, you didn’t,” Drew answered for her. “So I’m not finished. In fact, I’m just barely getting started. Now spread a little wider, baby—I want to paint inside you.”
Oh God! This time she knew she should say no, but somehow she couldn’t deny him anything. With a little moan, Genevieve spread her thighs even wider and watched as he parted her outer pussy lips carefully with his fingers. With the other hand, he dipped the paintbrush and began to paint cool, ticklish circles all around her throbbing clit.
“Drew!” she gasped as he dipped the paintbrush again and again, teasing her tender button with the maddening sensation. Her heart was pounding so hard she could hardly breathe and the iron headboard was hot and hard between her fingers. God, how much more of this could she take?
But when he finally stopped painting, Drew was frowning.
“What…what’s wrong?” Genevieve asked, trying to talk normally and failing utterly. Her voice was coming out high and breathy—the sound of a woman so turned on she can barely draw breath—and there was nothing she could do about it.
“Got a little problem here, baby.” He looked up at her, still frowning. “Seems like you’re so wet, this paint won’t stick to you. See?” He put down the paintbrush and used two blunt fingers to sweep over her trembling, inner folds. Holding them up, he showed how shiny and wet his fingertips were.
“Oh!” Genevieve felt a surge of shame and embarrassment. This was one reason Charles had never been very interested in tasting her, as Drew seemed intent on doing. He’d claimed that she got too wet and it turned him off because it was messy.
She tried desperately to close her legs but Drew caught her thighs and held them open effortlessly.
“Hey, it’s all right, Gen,” he murmured, clearly catching her concern. “It’s not a bad thing—in fact, it’s damn sexy.” To illustrate, he put the two fingers he’d swiped over her pussy into his mouth and sucked with apparent relish. “Mmm…” His eyes were half-lidded when he looked at her again. “Delicious—I knew you would be.”
“You…what do you mean? You thought about what I would…”
“What you would taste like? And sound like while I was going down on you?” Drew raised an eyebrow at her and gave her a lazy grin. “Hell yes, I fantasized about that. And now I finally get to find out—as soon as we solve the little problem with the body paints.”
“But…I don’t know,” Genevieve began. She was slightly horrified to know that Drew had fantasized about her before this…but kind of turned on and flattered too. She’d always thought of herself as too old for her assistant but clearly he hadn’t thought that way about her.
“Well, I know—and I know what we’re going to do,” Drew said firmly.
“You do? What?” She couldn’t believe she was having this conversation with him while she was completely naked and he was kneeling between her thighs, looking at her spread pussy.
“This.” Without warning, Drew picked up the jar of milk-chocolate body paint and poured a thin drizzle of it right between her pussy lips, completely coating her inner folds with the sweet, sticky
stuff.
“Drew!” she gasped as he set the jar back on the night table. “You…I…”
“Uh—oh…” He gave her that lazy grin again. “Looks like I made a mess…think I better clean it up.”
Then he leaned down and, spreading her pussy lips with his thumbs, gave her a long, hot lick. He dragged his tongue from the bottom of her slit all the way to the top, bathing her sensitive clit along the way, sending bolts of pure pleasure through her entire body.
“Oh, Drew!” she gasped again and then somehow her hands left the headboard and found their way to his hair instead. She expected him to reprimand her, as he had several times when she’d tried to lower her arms before. But he only growled hungrily and licked her pussy again, paying special attention to her clit this time as he swirled his tongue around and around the tender little button.
“Ahh!” Genevieve moaned and bucked against him, unable to help herself. The few, tentative licks Charles had given her pussy when he’d attempted to go down on her during the first part of their marriage were nothing compared to what Drew was doing now. He ate her pussy as though it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted—as though he was addicted to her flavor. His tongue seemed to be everywhere—circling and lashing her clit and then delving lower, to dip into her well as though to lap away every trace of the chocolate paint he’d poured on her.
Genevieve gripped his thick black hair tighter, pressing her hips up to meet him shamelessly. God—ohgodohgodohgod! Feels so good! So good! her mind moaned as she worked to reach her peak. Drew had sworn he would make her come tonight and suddenly, after what felt like hours of teasing, she was right on the edge. But she needed something…something else, something more to push her over.
“Drew,” she gasped, thrusting up against him. “I want…I need…”
He seemed to understand her need perfectly. With a low growl she felt vibrate through her pussy, he slipped two long, strong fingers deep inside her and started to pump. At the same time, he sucked her sensitive clit between his lips and began lashing it with his tongue, sending Genevieve’s whole body into overdrive.