A Dirty Little Deal by Theda Hudson Read Free Book Online

between her cheeks. That told her how much I was enjoying myself.
    I leaned in and kissed the skin between the top of the dress and her hairline. It tasted sweaty and a little sweet from her hair product. Nipping, I worked my way around one side, then the other.
    She liked it and her hips rolled a little as she shifted her feet. Were they getting sore already?
    "How are your feet feeling, Cara Mia?"
    "They hurt a little, but not as bad as I thought." She treaded the mat a little and the satin material of her dress whispered over my jeans. I wanted to think it was saying, "More, more."
    "Tell me when you need to take them off."
    "You aren't going to make me wear them the whole time, Mr. Twist?" she said with a little smirk.
    Slipping around in front of her, I pulled her upright and stared intently into her eyes. "This is not an exercise in torture, Cara Mia. This is an exercise in stretching. You must be comfortable to stretch."
    She pouted. "I was making a joke."
    I appreciated her trying to join in but I needed to be clear about what I intended.
    "I don't want there to be any hint that I am not taking your state of mind and body seriously," I said. "Tell me when you wish to remove them."
    "Okay," she said, chastened. Did I detect a hint of appreciation?

Chapter 8
    I kissed her, long and deep as a way to show her that I cared. After a long moment, she relaxed into it and gave back, hesitantly putting her hands up to cup my face. "Yes," I murmured into her mouth. "I love it when you touch me."
    Our tongues sparred, at first lightly, then like dueling swords. I grasped her hair at the nape of her neck, below the coil and moved her head so that I could access her mouth better. She stiffened, then relaxed like a kitten, her breath sighing out around my mouth.
    I groaned when we broke.
    Her face was hot and flushed. "Kissing like this, it's," she struggled, not to find the words, but to force them out of her mouth. "It makes my heart throb, it makes everything tingle. It makes me want more."
    "Turn around again, Cara Mia, and I will give you more."
    She did, her movements graceful, her hips loose. As she settled into position, she rocked back and forth on her heels.
    "Set your legs under your shoulders," I directed. Then I laid my left hand on her hip and snicked the knife open with my right.
    She froze when she heard the sound. I knew she was parsing all the thoughts of the knife and our conversation about her comfort and safety.
    I looked at the blade. The light caught it and winked off the wickedly sharp edge.
    Gauging what I could see when she had bent over, I quickly slit the skirt from about a third of the down through the kick pleat at bottom.
    The material hissed as I cut it. My dick felt like a baseball bat as the lace tops of her hose appeared through the cut, the black contrasting with the creamy paleness of her thighs.
    "What are you doing?" she shouted at me. "You just cut this beautiful dress." She looked horrified and I forced my face to stay bland.
    "To reveal your heavenly legs more fully," I said, doing my best not to smile at her consternation.
    "Heavenly, huh?" She looked around at me, her face flushed, her eyes sparkling just the tiniest bit.
    It was enough for me.
    "Yes, Cara Mia, heavenly."
    "Waste of a beautiful dress, if you ask me." She sounded a little grumpy at the fate of the dress, but she turned and resumed the position. Gawd, she was beautiful and funny at the same time.
    She leaped when I reached in and touched her hose, just above her knee. The space inside the skirt was warm, and her skin was soft. It felt like a warm cocoon and I wanted to climb in and curl up. No, climb in, but curling up was not on the menu.
    Instead I pulled on her hip to remind her to keep still, and stroked and caressed her legs, reaching higher and higher. She never actually relaxed into my hand, but twitched every time I went further up. When I touched the inside of her thigh, above the top of her hose, I could feel the