Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : C.D. Conejo
Word Count :15750
Publication Date :2010-08-17
Series : #
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- Product Code: 978-1-55487-273-2
Every secret of Caron's life is opened to Sam's probing examination of her finances, her heart and her body. And Sam will not be working alone.
Caron's nightmare relationship with Alex ends, but it sparks an investigation of her finances. Sam, the muscular blond investigator, is very, very thorough, and not just with her bank accounts. The double-crossing Alex has been everywhere and Sam is not going to leave any spot unprobed. But Alex has a way of coming back and a surprise visit from a newly minted dominatrix makes four…
Caron moved against the invading finger, and sighed. Sam responded by sliding his finger out, once, twice, and returning with two fingers. Warmth spread through Caron, and her legs parted slightly.
"Oh, you're so nice and wet," Sam said.
"The bedroom is straight ahead," Caron answered.
"I know. But wait." Sam turned them around, and headed toward the kitchen. "I have another, better idea."
The sun was no longer streaming directly into the kitchen, but Caron could see the patterns of light on the tiled floor. Sam turned around again, and gently, carefully lowered Caron onto the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room. The counter where Sam had sat with his coffee, not two hours ago.
Sam positioned Caron so she was draped over the counter, face down, legs on the side of the kitchen. The counter was narrow, and her head didn't rest on the other side, leaving her to hold it up, or let it drop. When it dropped, her ass rose. He stroked her, and she let it stay up. Not the most comfortable position I've ever been in, she thought, but he quickly distracted her from her concern.
"We'll have to get rid of the thong, eventually," he said.
"Get your own clothes off, and we'll consider it," she replied from the other side of the counter.
"You're not exactly in bargaining position," Sam retorted, pulling her legs wide.
Caron felt something wet and warm drenching between the globes of her ass, and running down between her legs. In a moment she smelled the fruity scent of olive oil, from the cruet that sat on the counter. Inventive, she thought.
His hands began a play of rough and gentle, of entering and teasing, his hands and her body slippery from the oil. Penetration was easy and resistance impossible with the oil mingling with her own desire. He went freely from her pussy to her ass, then pulling her legs wider, teased her clit, again sliding over, under, around her open body. Caron moved, trying for position, hopelessly seeking more of each sensation, bereft when one stopped, eager for the next.
Her breath quickened, and she could feel her desire mounting to the crest. Then all sensation ceased. "Oh!" she exclaimed, voicing frustration.
Sam laughed lightly. "Time to lose the thong," he said. He pulled the flimsy, oil-drenched lingerie from her. Then he turned her over onto her back. "You look like a sacrificial offering to the gods," he said.
Caron felt herself arched before him, breasts and pudenda high. He stood between her legs, and pulled her toward him. Then he put a hand on each breast. Slick with oil, his fingers massaged her, over and around her nipples, cupping each breast, then flicking back to the eager peaks. Then, his hands slid down her belly, tracing the curve of her ribs, the outline of her waist, before diving between her thighs. Caron shivered as he expertly stroked her labia, her clit, then back down between her nether lips again.