pure disbelief. I averted my gaze
quickly, I really couldn't feel any more mortified.
“ Why not?
We've spent some time together, I think we know each other quite
well. Long enough and well enough to have some hot, penetrative,
finger sex. If you hadn't wanted it, I'd have known. And all you
needed to say was the simple word stop... or no... at any time. I
didn't hear those words, Amanda. What I did hear was yes and more and Oh God... and
please. ”
“ Don't... ” I'm cringing like hell now. How he
loves speaking his mind. I raise my eyes and try to compose myself
somehow.
His face
softened.
“ Come
here. I don't want us to part like this.” He took hold of my hand,
and pulled me toward him. Unexpectedly, he dropped the sweetest,
softest brush of a kiss on my lips, and peppered a swathe more
across my face. His fingers slipped into the back of my hair,
massaging my head sensuously. My heart and stomach flipped with
desire, my mind instantly forgetting every negative thing I'd just
thought. “You're so beautiful, how could I not want you like
crazy?” he murmured against my skin. Heat flooded through me yet
again, from my head to my toes as his mouth captured mine in a mind
blowing kiss.
Then he
released me and his hand dropped as he unzipped his pants and freed
himself. His eyes were begging me. “Hold me.” With a wildly
thumping heart, my eyes dropped to his very substantial hard penis.
He took my hand and placed it into position around the end and
closed my fingers on him with a firm squeeze.
“ This is
how I feel about you. All afternoon I've felt this way. Release me,
for God's sake...”
With his other
hand, he held my hair tight in his grip, wrapping it round his
wrist, holding it up and back, and making me face him. His look was
strong and direct, his eyes burning into mine,
I stared like a
doe, standing before a rampant stag, awaiting her ritual rutting. I
had no will of my own; no choice but to submit to the desires of
this magnificent creature.
I began rubbing
my hand on him, sliding up and down. I took his smooth head in my
palm and squeezed it gently, rubbing my thumb around the emerging
moisture. The expression of pleasure and delight on his face was
enchanting. How gorgeous this felt. How naturally he moved in my
palm. My breathing was escalating with my excitement, matching his.
I was raging with lust for him, dying to do it. Excited to my core.
I wanted to give him what he wanted. I moved my hand on him giving
him some real friction. Long strokes. I glanced down at his cock
hungrily, as his moisture oozed and spurred me on to release the
flood. I wanted to see and feel him come all over my hand. To feel
that heat and wet stickiness. It was powerful, exhilarating. Like I
was standing on the highest diving board, about to create a wave
around me as I entered his pool of masculine perfection.
His head moved
closer, and his teeth nipped at my tender lower lip, gently
teasing. I could see the blur of his aroused green eyes as he
stared at me from an inch or two away.
He licked my
mouth, and sucked at my lips, his hand anchoring my head close to
him by my hair.
Wild thoughts
entered my fevered brain - how I wanted to taste him - to sink to
my knees and take this hardness into my mouth and make him come
with my tongue - to feel his cock inside me, and to have him fuck
me senseless, from every possible angle and direction until I
screamed for mercy.
I gasped in
reaction. It was like I'd become a mad, wanton hussy. A sex starved
alley-cat. What the hell was the matter with me? But at that moment
I didn't care, my baser instincts had taken me over.
“ Jesus ,” he groaned, “that feels so goddamn
good... keep doing that, give me more... faster...” his hand
covered mine and he moved it how he wanted it. “I've been praying
for this to happen. To have your hands on me. Feel the way my blood
is pumping round my veins? That's all for you. Every inch of my
cock wants be inside your body
quickly, I really couldn't feel any more mortified.
“ Why not?
We've spent some time together, I think we know each other quite
well. Long enough and well enough to have some hot, penetrative,
finger sex. If you hadn't wanted it, I'd have known. And all you
needed to say was the simple word stop... or no... at any time. I
didn't hear those words, Amanda. What I did hear was yes and more and Oh God... and
please. ”
“ Don't... ” I'm cringing like hell now. How he
loves speaking his mind. I raise my eyes and try to compose myself
somehow.
His face
softened.
“ Come
here. I don't want us to part like this.” He took hold of my hand,
and pulled me toward him. Unexpectedly, he dropped the sweetest,
softest brush of a kiss on my lips, and peppered a swathe more
across my face. His fingers slipped into the back of my hair,
massaging my head sensuously. My heart and stomach flipped with
desire, my mind instantly forgetting every negative thing I'd just
thought. “You're so beautiful, how could I not want you like
crazy?” he murmured against my skin. Heat flooded through me yet
again, from my head to my toes as his mouth captured mine in a mind
blowing kiss.
Then he
released me and his hand dropped as he unzipped his pants and freed
himself. His eyes were begging me. “Hold me.” With a wildly
thumping heart, my eyes dropped to his very substantial hard penis.
He took my hand and placed it into position around the end and
closed my fingers on him with a firm squeeze.
“ This is
how I feel about you. All afternoon I've felt this way. Release me,
for God's sake...”
With his other
hand, he held my hair tight in his grip, wrapping it round his
wrist, holding it up and back, and making me face him. His look was
strong and direct, his eyes burning into mine,
I stared like a
doe, standing before a rampant stag, awaiting her ritual rutting. I
had no will of my own; no choice but to submit to the desires of
this magnificent creature.
I began rubbing
my hand on him, sliding up and down. I took his smooth head in my
palm and squeezed it gently, rubbing my thumb around the emerging
moisture. The expression of pleasure and delight on his face was
enchanting. How gorgeous this felt. How naturally he moved in my
palm. My breathing was escalating with my excitement, matching his.
I was raging with lust for him, dying to do it. Excited to my core.
I wanted to give him what he wanted. I moved my hand on him giving
him some real friction. Long strokes. I glanced down at his cock
hungrily, as his moisture oozed and spurred me on to release the
flood. I wanted to see and feel him come all over my hand. To feel
that heat and wet stickiness. It was powerful, exhilarating. Like I
was standing on the highest diving board, about to create a wave
around me as I entered his pool of masculine perfection.
His head moved
closer, and his teeth nipped at my tender lower lip, gently
teasing. I could see the blur of his aroused green eyes as he
stared at me from an inch or two away.
He licked my
mouth, and sucked at my lips, his hand anchoring my head close to
him by my hair.
Wild thoughts
entered my fevered brain - how I wanted to taste him - to sink to
my knees and take this hardness into my mouth and make him come
with my tongue - to feel his cock inside me, and to have him fuck
me senseless, from every possible angle and direction until I
screamed for mercy.
I gasped in
reaction. It was like I'd become a mad, wanton hussy. A sex starved
alley-cat. What the hell was the matter with me? But at that moment
I didn't care, my baser instincts had taken me over.
“ Jesus ,” he groaned, “that feels so goddamn
good... keep doing that, give me more... faster...” his hand
covered mine and he moved it how he wanted it. “I've been praying
for this to happen. To have your hands on me. Feel the way my blood
is pumping round my veins? That's all for you. Every inch of my
cock wants be inside your body
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