Seth looked at her askance.
“Are you sure you want to do that?” he asked. “I hate to sound too confident, but I’m pretty sure I can beat you in a contest of strength.”
“Not that kind of strength,” Calla replied smartly. “I was thinking more about strength of will.”
Seth cocked an eyebrow at her questioningly.
“And just how do you propose this contest of wills should take place?”
“Well,” Calla said with a giggle. “I was thinking that maybe we could take turns tempting each other.
Whoever gives in to temptation first wins.”
“And you think you’ll win this little game of temptation?” Seth asked, laughing back at her. “I’ll have you know I’m a Saurellian warrior, not some sex-starved boy. You’ll be begging me for release by the time I’m done.”
“Will I?” Calla asked archly. “We’ll just have to see. I’ll start. Sit back on the bed and watch.”
Seth followed her instructions, leaning back against the head-board. He had a smug look on his face, and for a moment Calla questioned whether her challenge had been a good idea. He had been acting so cocky she hadn’t been able to resist, though. Taking a deep breath, she stood up and looked him in the eyes.
While he was fully clothed, she had been sleeping in the nude which proved a distinct disadvantage. It would be nice to start with a strip-tease, but that wouldn’t be possible. She’d have to bring out the heavy artillery right away...
“Computer, turn the lights up by 50 percent,” she said softly. “And soft music, something classical.”
Gazing at him with all the longing she felt in his presence, she slowly lifted her hands and ran them loosely, through her hair. The curly locks fell around her body, partially obscuring her br**sts. Then she stretched in slow pleasure, allowing herself to revel in the sensation of every muscle pulling and relaxing.
Seth continued to watch her with amusement, although she detected a slight tightening of his features...
Turning away from him, Calla faced the mirror on the bedroom wall. He was clearly visible in it, just as her reflection was visible to him. Perfect, she thought. Reaching both hands up to her br**sts, she started to massage them slowly, paying special attention to the stiffening peaks. She knew how much he loved the sight of her br**sts, loved the feeling of those tight nubs against his chest. Now he could see them in the mirror, but just barely. Her hair provided a protective veil, and she shivered as a strand of hair grazed her nipple.
In the background, Seth shifted, raising one knee. Calla fought to hide her smile, then leaned her head back and shook out her hair. The reflection of her aroused br**sts was now fully visible to him. She stretched once again, both arms over her head. Her br**sts quivered at the movement. Still stretching, she leaned to one side and then the other, before allowing her body to drape forward from the waist.
Resting both hands flat on the floor, she spread her legs slightly. The movement opened them to Seth’s gaze, and she thought she heard his breath catch. She could feel his gaze on her exposed cunt.
“I find that stretching is important before any physical exertion,” she said. “What do you think?”
“You’re right,” Seth said in a strained voice. “Stretching is important.”
“I’m so glad we can agree,” she replied. Then she moved one hand from its position on the floor and ran it up the inside of her leg experimentally. “That feels good,” she whispered. “Does it look good, too?”
Seth didn’t answer, so she ran the other hand up her leg, allowing her fingers to drift delicately over her flesh. A tingle of sensation followed each finger, and little trails of sparkling desire ran through her.
Moisture gathered between her legs.
“This feels so good, I could just do it forever,” she finally said. “But I think you probably need more of a show than that.”
Seth watched with gritted teeth as Devora stood up, turning to face him. He was rock-hard in the flimsy jumpsuit he wore, although he had raised one knee to hide the evidence. Despite his confident words, he wanted her so badly that it took every ounce of strength to keep from grabbing her and rolling her body under his. Just the thought of thrusting into her hot, wet flesh made his c**k leap, and he bit down a moan. Against his will, one hand drifted between his legs, grasping his hard length. It was exquisite, but nowhere near as good as Devora’s flesh would feel.
She smiled broadly at him, then gently rested a finger on her mouth. Her lips were closed, but the finger pressed against them and after a second disappeared into the warm, wet opening. She drew it out again slowly, then opened her mouth and ran her tongue around the finger.
The night before she had done the same thing to his cock, licking and sucking at it like it was candy until he’d exploded like a rocket. His fingers squeezed his hard length restlessly in memory. Nothing was as hot as Devora’s mouth, unless it was her cunt...
She seemed to read his mind, because her other hand dropped to the moist spot between her legs. One finger rubbed gently against her clit, and she shivered. Continuing to suck her finger, she pulled it deeply into her mouth, then allowed her cheeks to hollow with the suction as she slowly pulled it out again. All the while she worked her clit, shivering as the delicate skin swelled under her fingers, gazing deeply into his eyes.
His pulse pounded in his ears, and he could feel blood rushing to his face. He felt hot, and he knew he had to have her.
She suddenly dropped her hands and smiled at him.
“So, how are you feeling, Seth?” she asked sweetly, innocence written all over her face. “Feel like doing anything? Or are you too much of a warrior to give in to your desire? I’m willing to be a gracious winner.”
“Fuck,” Seth said, dropping his head back against the wall. She had him by the balls. His c**k was poised to go off in his pants like a boy’s, yet she stood before him with laughter in her eyes. It was time for payback.
“Sit down, it’s my turn,” he said darkly, rolling to his feet.
Calla forced her expression to remain nonchalant, and sat down on the bed. It had taken every ounce of self control to keep herself from jumping on him, yet she’d be damned if she would let him win that easily.
If he had any idea how hungry she was for his touch...
Seth stood before her, one hand wrapped around the long, hard bulge at his groin. He was heavily aroused, yet he massaged himself almost absently.