Her palm spread and embraced him once more, massaging, exploring his rigid contours on its own. “That’s better. You’re not here to be calm or pr...m, are you?” His hand shot under her jacket to grab and squeeze one of her breasts. “Are you, Miss Steele?” he pursued, clutching hard. “No. No, I’m not,” she moaned. She loved this scary fucked-up game. “Then tell me. Tell me why after that day you kept putting me in detention.” He fondled her, his other hand still gripping the back of her neck, while. He was taking this one way, but Karen had something else on her mind: just slowing things down and enjoying her ascendancy. ‘Just sit down on the edge of the bed. I want you to enjoy watching me undress.’ The sexy City lingerie would finally get a chance to earn its way in the world. Fred sat down, watching her intently. She had his complete attention, his luncheon was forgotten, but she enjoyed developing the replacement hunger. Her unbuttoned blouse framed her breasts. She leaned back a bit. The storm raged on, ever pushing them farther north off their intended course and ever closer to the vicinity of Cuba. Then as suddenly as it had come, two hours before dawn the storm was gone and the sea fell almost as quiet as a lake.Finally satisfied they were past all danger the women hugged each other, then laughed, then cried, and then laughed again releasing hours of pent up fear and tension.They were becalmed for awhile, giving them time to inspect the ship which seemed to have come. Mike kept his pace slow and steady; he was not new to this as she was. Somehow Safia knew that this was not how it always was. Her married friends had told her that men could be terrifying sometimes during sex. Men were sometimes Very quick and very rough. She had not understood then but now she could imagine.As his pace slowly increased, she felt a pressure build up inside her. suddenly her body wanted to move faster and more urgently, her chest contracted and her heart felt like it would.