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 I like, Richard growled and claimed her mouth with a passionate kiss. He continued to
whisper in her ear in French. Maddy couldn t understand much of what he said, but the way his hands
possessively ran over her made translation unnecessary.
 Maddy, her father s voice called from the door into the darkness,  are you out there?
Maddy broke off the kiss and buried her face in Richard s chest.  Don t answer.
Breathing as raggedly as she was, Richard hugged her close and chuckled.  If we say nothing,
he ll likely send Gino out to find us.
Maddy arched upward and murmured against Richard s lips,  Just a few more minutes.
 You challenge my good sense, Maddy. But I can t say no to you, Richard answered and kissed
her deeply again.
***
A few days later, Richard pulled into his driveway after leaving his restaurant and noticed a
light on in one of the windows. His sister had a key and there was no evidence of a forced entry, so
he called out in French as he entered,  Hello? Who is here?
His eyes caught a movement, and he dropped the plate of food he d brought home as he realized
who it was. There, halfway up the stairs, stood a perfectly naked Maddy leaning seductively against
the railing.
A huge smile spread across her face and she bent over laughing.  I am so happy that you re
alone. I did not think about how embarrassing this would be if you brought a friend home for dinner.
She walked down the steps as she spoke and Richard could not find the faculties to speak. They
hadn t been alone since their first night together. He finally swallowed hard and asked,  Where s
Gino?
Maddy continued her slow-motion decent toward him. Those beautiful pert breasts bounced with
each step. She wore her hair down, and one of her nipples played peekaboo from behind it each time
she moved. She stopped barely a foot in front of him and smiled up at him, a combination of
innocence and siren.  Circling the neighborhood. I convinced him the only way he would know where
I was at all times was if he let me go where I wanted. And I want to be with you. She looked behind
him with humor in her eyes.  But only if you close the door, because I m fucking freezing.
He kicked the door closed behind him, put the food down, and pulled her into his arms.  Your
family doesn t want you here with me. Even as he spoke he stopped caring that her parents had asked
both of them to take it slowly.
Fast. Slow. It didn t matter. He wanted to take her again and again, here on the stairs, later in his
bed. It had been days since the first time he d been with her, and a need to have her again had been
building inside him.
She laced her fingers behind his neck and said,  Let me worry about them. I don t want to sleep
in bed by myself in town, wishing I were here in yours.
Richard kissed her deeply, then growled,  Who said we would make it to the bed?
He lifted her and carried her to the bottom of the stairs.  Let s play a game, ma puce. There are
twenty stairs leading to the bedroom. We ll stop on each one. You tell me what you want and I ll do
it, whatever it is. Then we ll move up a stair and it ll be my turn to tell you what I want. Let s see if
we make it to the top.
Maddy s eyes widened.  What if it s something I don t want to do.
His daring little American virgin. It was easy to forget that their last time had been her first.
 Even when you re having sex with yourself you should care if your partner enjoys it.
Maddy s eyes rounded more.  Who is your partner when you re having sex with yourself?
 It was a joke, Richard said with a chuckle.  A joke that was funny in my head but lost
something in translation, I think.
 I think I get it. Maddy shot him a huge smile, and in that moment of uninhibited joy, Richard
knew he would never see a more beautiful woman. She glanced over her shoulder at the steps behind
her and asked,  Were you also joking about the stairs?
 No, he said and kissed her sweet smile.  Think of it as having ten sex wishes.
Maddy s mouth fell open. She looked adorably worried.  I can think of about three things I d
like. Maybe four.
Richard kissed her again and said,  It s our game, Maddy. I ll help you if you run out of ideas.
But you have to start. Tell me what you want.
She liked that. He could tell. She looked him over said,  You need to strip.
 Strip? He cocked his head to the side.  Oh, you mean my clothes. Of course. He began to
unbutton his shirt, then stopped.  Do you want me to take them off slowly or like I can t wait to fuck
you?
Maddy cleared her throat nervously.  Like the second one.
He tore off his shirt, stepped out of his shoes and socks, dropped his pants and threw them
behind him onto the floor. Once freed, his cock stood high and fully erect between them.  Move up
one step, he ordered.
Maddy did.
 Sit down. Spread your legs for me and rub yourself until you re wet.
Maddy didn t move at first. She looked away nervously, then back and said,  I thought this was
about doing things to each other.
 For each other, he corrected.  You said you ve never pleasured yourself. I want to see you
learn to. I want to watch while you do it. Will you do that for me, Maddy? That s my first wish.
Maddy sat but self-consciously kept her knees together.  I don t think I could come with you
watching.
Richard smiled and shrugged.  Maybe not the first time, but we won t know, will we, unless you
try? You can say no, Maddy, and I ll pick again. But there is no shame in knowing your own body.
And no need to be embarrassed in front of me. You are the most beautiful woman I ve ever seen and
you will become even more beautiful as you become comfortable with your own body. Sexy is on the
outside, yes? But the more important sex happens up here. Richard pointed to his head.  When a
woman puts aside her fears for her lover, there is nothing sexier.
Maddy hesitantly spread her legs and brought her hand to her own sex. She started to rub slowly,
almost cautiously, all the while watching Richard s face. Richard took his cock into his own hand and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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