For Research Purposes Only

by Sahara Kelly

  “Yes Jack.” She slipped the last buttons free and let the dress drop over her shoulders, allowing him a teasingly slow look at the peach lace that barely covered her breasts. “But I still think…”

  “Don’t think, honey. Just look.” He nodded at the screen. “What do you see now?”

  He saw her throat move as she gulped. “Um…me with only half my clothes on.”

  “Uh-uh. Wrong. You see a woman getting ready for her man. Getting ready to love her man. Her cheeks are flushed, and her nipples are hardening…there…see?”

  The blush deepened.

  “It’s a turn-on, Daph. That look, that knowledge that’s inside you is coming across on the screen.” And with a little shock, Jack realized that he’d spoken nothing but the truth. The camera loved her.

  “Look, let’s try something. Give me your dress.” Impatiently he grabbed it and tossed it away. “Here.” Reaching for one of the long brightly colored pieces of fabric, he draped her body in a blazing meld of maroon and gold. “Now lay back against the pillows.”

  Obediently, she did as she was told. Which was a good thing, Jack reminded his cock. You’re a masochist, his cock reminded him back. “Wait…take your bra off.”

  “I…uh…” She sighed and struggled to hold the fabric across her breasts as she slipped her arms free. “Okay. Done.” The flimsy piece of peach lace dropped to the floor.

  “Now.” Jack leaned over her and arranged the fabric, letting it drape over one breast and reveal the other. He bent one leg at the knee and parted her legs a little. You are one seriously sick individual. He ignored the pain his balls were blinding him with, and dropped a light kiss on her nipple. Then backed away.

  “Now look and tell me what you see.”

  “Oh dear God.”

  * * * * *

  Daphne looked.

  There, on a screen that could easily have doubled as a jumbotron at a sporting event, was her. Almost naked, swathed in the richest and most gorgeous stuff she’d ever seen, and with her legs parted wantonly. Sprawling against golden pillows.

  “Is that me?”

  “Oh yeah.” Jack’s voice was rough. “That’s you. The you I see every time I look at you. The you I want so bad my teeth are aching.”

  She glanced at him and noticed the tension trembling around him like an aura. Her pussy flooded, the darkened silk showing clearly on the screen. “Then what are you waiting for?”

  The old Daphne would have blushed. Or come up with some appropriately worded phrase.

  The new Daphne just wanted Jack. Inside her, over her, under her, she didn’t care. She craved his touch, his body and that very nice bit of him that was threatening to separate the teeth on his zipper any second now.

  “Not yet.”

  Daphne wondered if a scream of frustration was appropriate for a newly hatched wanton sex goddess. Probably not. She bit down on it and simply moved her shoulder, letting the fabric reveal even more of her breast.

  Holy heck. Where was this coming from?

  “There’s something missing.”

  The words shocked her and she glanced over at Jack. “What?”

  “Me.”

  He shucked off the remainder of his clothes and neared the bed, aroused and so…so male. Her thighs ached just looking at him.

  “Sit up and scoot down a bit, will you?”

  She struggled with the fabric and his instructions and tried to ignore his cock. Yeah right. Like she could do that when he clambered onto the bed and settled himself behind her. It dug into the base of her spine and she nearly gasped at the heat she felt against her skin.

  “Now lie back against me.”

  Daphne obliged, willingly. She was between his legs, a delicious hardness pressing itself between the cheeks of her backside and the warmth of his body spreading up her flesh like floodwaters over a parched desert.

  “Now look.”

  Once again she stared at the screen. Two bodies filled it, one creamy pale and swathed in fabric. The other half hidden, but darker, more muscled and surrounding her with his presence.

  She wished she had the ability to capture the moment. To save this one intimate glimpse of a couple in this position. It was sensual, erotic, and nothing like she could ever have imagined in her wildest fantasies.

  But Jack wasn’t finished with her. “Hmm. Nearly there. There’s still something…ah. Got it.”

  What he’d got was the waistband of her thong. He eased it down over her hips. “I love peach, but it’s hiding the dessert.”

  Daphne could feel the blush starting in her cheeks and didn’t need a camera to tell her that she was going to be as red as the silk if he kept this up. “I…uh…”

  “Sshh. Me director, you star. Remember?”

  Daphne choked back a giggle as he slid the tiny scrap of lace beneath her bottom and helped her free herself.

  “Ahh. Better.”

  She glanced up, got a full frontal view of her own pussy and immediately snapped her thighs shut.

  “Nope. Not allowed.”

  “Good lord, Jack. This is…this is…exhibitionism.” Victorian modesty warred with sensual curiosity within Daphne’s head, making her dizzy. Or maybe it was the wine.

  Whatever it was, she didn’t struggle when Jack took the decision away from her by sliding his legs beneath hers, raising his knees and pulling her thighs apart. They hooked comfortably over his hard muscles.

  “Yeah. That’s it.” He gently placed one hand on her belly and moved it upwards to her exposed breast. He cupped it, squeezing her nipple carefully and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

  Daphne swallowed a squawk of delight.

  “Now look.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Jack’s senses swam as he watched Daphne raise her head and stare at their images on the screen.

  She lay against him, skin pearlescent beneath the flaming swath of silk which shimmered with colors he’d known would suit her. He felt the warmth of her body sucking the air from his lungs as his legs sensed the tension in hers.

  He held her snugly, letting her become accustomed to sitting like this, thighs splayed over his, her pussy shining and pink on the screen. He refused to let her move, although his vision blurred for a moment as his mind went into sensory overload and his cock whimpered and begged for mercy. Or to be allowed to just pop around the front and dive into that lovely swollen place that was already weeping in readiness.

  “Daph…” He let his tongue ring her ear and felt her nipple harden even more. “Do you like to touch yourself?”

  “Huh?” She was lost in what she was seeing, hypnotized by the sight of them so wantonly sprawled against the mammoth headboard.

  “You know…touch yourself. Give yourself pleasure. Masturbate. Do you like it, Daph?”

  He felt her skin heat and didn’t need the camera to tell him she was coloring up even more.

  Her ribs moved as she heaved in a gulp of air. “What kind of question is that?”

  “A very simple one. I know you can do it—you did when we were on the phone, remember? I’m just asking if you like it. Yes or no?”

  Her head dipped forward and he took advantage, lightly nipping her nape and then licking the spot gently with his tongue.

  “I…I don’t know how to answer that…”

  “How about honestly?”

  Her hair hid her face, but he knew she was thinking…he could imagine the look in her brown eyes as she considered her next words.

  “Sort of.”

  He grinned. Always the cautious, noncommittal response. Christ above, he was crazy about this woman.

  “Do you like to touch your breasts?”

  She gulped. “Dear God, Jack…”

  “Do you?” He rubbed one taut nipple and teased it with a fingernail.

  She moaned. “Yes. Oh Jesus…”

  Her ass squirmed against him, with quite arousing results on his cock, which was gathering an army and threatening to overthrow his brain.
He clamped down on his own desires for the time being. He was determined to open up that educated librarian and free the wild woman he knew lurked just beneath the surface.

  He let his free hand tug gently at the silk, baring both her breasts, then reached for her hand and brought it—with his—to her other breast. “Show me.”

  She jerked her head up and only his quick reflexes prevented an unscheduled nose job. But it was close. He mentally kicked himself and told himself to focus, not get lost in her. Not yet.

  “No…I…I can’t…”

  “Yes you can.” Slowly he moved their cupped hands, letting her own fingers find the hardened nipple, and holding her palm against it. “Do you move your hand in circles…like this?” He began to rotate their combined grip against her. “Or do you use your fingers? Do you pull, perhaps, or pinch a little? Tell me Daph. Show me. Let me know what you like…”

  “I…I…like it when you do it, Jack,” she whispered.

  “And I do, too, baby. But watching you turns me on, and helps me learn how to give you pleasure. Even more pleasure.” He kept his voice low and soft, encouraging her to continue the movements against her breast as he slowly withdrew his hand.

  With difficulty he dragged his gaze from her body and looked at the screen on the wall. Bare to the waist, she was beautiful. With one of his hands on one breast and her own on the other, legs parted wide and a strip of silk slicking across her belly, she was a sensual feast.

  “You are fucking incredible,” he murmured. And meant every word.

  He wanted her so badly he was ready to explode, but a voice in his brain was telling him she could go further…higher…if only he could find the way to guide her. Fucking her now would be fantastic but there would be even greater rewards if he could hold on for a little longer.

  “Show me what else you like, babe…” he growled. Shit.. He cleared his throat and tried again. “You’re turning me on. Keep going…don’t hold back, honey. Make me crazy.”

  “I’m making you crazy?” He saw her expression change a little on the screen as she considered his words.

  “You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?”

  She shook her head. “I’m not even touching you, Jack.”

  “You don’t have to. Watching you like this…seeing your hands on your body…it’s just…God, Daph. Do it. Please. Do it. Drive me out of my mind.”

  He lifted her hand away from her breast and lowered it into her lap. With one tug he freed her body from the silk and let it fall.

  “I…”

  “Please…”

  * * * * *

  Daphne stared as Jack’s urgent plea sounded in her ear.

  He was asking her to shed inhibitions, to bare herself before him in more ways than one, although God knew how she could get more bare than she was right at this moment.

  Her…her pussy was on display, her breasts were being fondled, and she was cradled in this revealing position by a totally naked man with a very healthy erection driving a hole into her spine.

  She was also wet, hot, extremely aroused, and hugely embarrassed, all at once. She wanted desperately to please him, to do what he wanted her to do. She fought an inner battle, and as if he knew the conflicts within her, he simply held her and waited.

  His body was hot and hard behind her, his eyes gleaming green at her from the screen opposite. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart against her back and the warmth of his breath as he whispered his exciting commands softly into her ear.

  God damn it, this was…unimaginable. Erotic shivering chills chased themselves over Daphne’s body and her mind, and in the blink of an eye she realized she was going to let go.

  She was going to seize this moment, to give Jack what he wanted and learn about herself in the bargain. To experience something totally new, totally unforeseen, and completely stunning. It might be her only chance ever to do it, and she wanted a memory, at least, of a short time when she’d been wild and wicked and lost in a man’s arms.

  And lurking beneath all the lightning rationalization was the sure knowledge that she’d fallen head over heels in love with this man. She trusted him. That simple truth allowed her to drop her hand between her legs, and lean her head back into Jack’s body.

  She felt his indrawn breath as she let her fingers seek out the swollen lips of her pussy, and begin to stroke the shining wetness she found there.

  “Oh yeah, sweetheart…do it for me…”

  His gentle encouragement urged her on, past her own limits and into a sensual world where her own touch turned her on, and sent shimmers of arousal quivering through her muscles.

  She let her body relax into the feeling, and continued her pressure, gentle at one moment and stronger the next. She could smell herself now, the scent distinct yet familiar. A breath caught in her throat as she brushed across her clit and felt the swollen bud zap her body with a bolt of pure sensation.

  Behind her, Jack moaned.

  A slight sound, but enough to thrill Daphne beyond words. She was really, really doing it.

  Her eyelids drifted closed as she surrendered to the pleasure of her actions, but Jack would have none of it.

  “Open your eyes, baby. Watch. It’s so beautiful…watch, Daphne…see what I see…” His teeth grazed her shoulder as he nipped her skin gently.

  The little pain heightened her awareness of him—of herself, and daringly she did as she was told, peeping out from beneath her eyelashes at the couple on the screen.

  Surprisingly, it wasn’t the sight of her own hand between her legs that took her breath away.

  It was Jack.

  His face was flushed, his eyes dark with an expression of need that nearly stopped her heart. Tousled hair fell free, his gaze was focused on her body and his lips were parted…as she watched him watching her, he slid his tongue from his mouth and just touched her neck with it, a passing caress that burned her like a brand.

  “Oh yeah…” The words were barely more than a stifled groan.

  Daphne responded. Daringly she slipped a finger between her swollen pussy lips and into the hot slick shadows.

  Unbidden, her hips lifted slightly at the welcome intrusion, and Jack gasped.

  “Daph…please…Daph…”

  His hands grabbed her arms and in the blink of an eye she’d been turned around to face him, and he’d squirmed down beneath her. He was reaching for a condom and she tried to breathe as he sheathed himself.

  Hard as iron, his cock thrust up towards her, protected now, and ready for its own pleasure. She was so ready for him she could’ve exploded just from staring at it.

  But she held on, gritting her teeth against her onrushing orgasm as Jack helped her lower herself down—down until their bodies met and he was so deep inside her she lost track of who ended where and what was touching what.

  They were one.

  There was no question of her closing her eyes any more. She stared at Jack’s face, seeing the expressions chase themselves across his features. Sheer bliss as she raised herself up on his cock and desire mixed with an almost painful need as she slid back down again.

  His eyes were glazed a little, the pupils dark and huge, the emerald green of his irises flickering in the reflected lights that softly bathed them both as they loved.

  And that’s what they did. They loved.

  Daphne let her body love Jack’s with each slide, and she knew he was letting his body love hers with each caress, each clench of his muscles, each thrust deeper and deeper still inside her.

  His control was amazing, and her own spirit responded, waiting—wanting—but holding off until the last possible moment to let go. She was full of him, her body, her heart, her eyes, her mind…it seemed for that one little slice of time that she was him, could feel his heart beat as her own, his lungs fight for breath as her own…they were so much more than two people making love.

  He released one hip and gently cupped her breast, flicking his thumb over the hard bud as she sank her bod
y down onto his cock so completely that her thoughts froze.

  It was enough.

  The lightest touch on her nipple tipped her over the edge, and her mouth gaped open as the shudders began to rack her from toenails to eyebrows. A scream caught around her tonsils someplace, and finally her eyes closed as she lost the battle against the inevitable and her orgasm swamped her like a tidal wave.

  It was…beyond belief.

  As Jack felt the first spasms of her cunt around his cock, he thought the same thing.

  Watching her touch herself, arouse herself had been an experience guaranteed to drive a sane man mad with lust long before this. He’d held out as long as he could, but seeing Daphne’s pleasure, watching her pussy swell and darken and shed tears of delight at her own touch, had damn near pushed him off the highest cliff he could ever remember lying on.

  And finally, he’d given in, pulled her to him, and sunk into her, unable to wait a moment longer.

  She’d ridden him with every ounce of passion she’d had, and he hoped he’d given her back half as much in return.

  But whatever he’d given, it would never be enough. Not to repay the trust she’d shown in him tonight…the things she’d done.

  And now she was writhing above him, lost in her orgasm, and pulling his from him, willingly but demandingly, insisting he come with her.

  Hell yeah.

  He let the shout break from his throat, raw and harsh, as his cock flexed and found the relief it needed so badly. His balls tightened and found a home snug up against Daphne’s pussy as he thrust deep, spurting himself hard and long into her.

  Jesus. He wished it was her, not the damn condom. Her cunt was hot and slick and welcoming, and for one of the few times Jack could remember, he wanted to feel it, skin-to-skin, not skin-to-latex. He wanted her heat, he wanted to feel every single ripple and shudder as she climaxed. He wanted to fill her cunt and her womb and her perineal cavity if there was any room left. He wanted all of her.

  And he wanted it touching all of him.

  Shaking with his orgasm, Jack let the splendor of his feelings wash over him, like Daphne’s scent, rippling across his body and into his heart.

  At that moment he faced the truth and stared deep into her eyes.