hypersensitive to his touch. His growing hard-on pressed into my stomach and I gasped.
This man was like a snake charmer. I was hypnotized by him. I brought my arms around his neck but he pulled them off and pinned me to the wall with just his hips. He brought my arms above my head and held them there with one hand, trailing his other tantalizingly down my body. In a quick movement he parted the robe at my waist, his eyes not leaving mine as he trailed his index finger from my navel lower and lower until he reached between my thighs and trailed his finger along my slit forward and backward, deliciously slowly, I gasped and turned my head, blushing.
“Look at me , Leah,” he commanded. “And talk to me. Tell me what you are feeling now.”
He pushed his thumb against my clitoris, and started to circle my nub in an unrelenting rhythm. Not daring to break his gaze , I bit my lip and simply moaned, unable to form words.
“You don’t feel like you are freaking out ,” he whispered. “You feel hot ...and wet around my fingers.”
I felt the pleasure intensifying and before I lost the last vestiges of control , I tried to twist my body to dislodge his thumb.
“No, you don’t.” He pushed me harder into the wall with his hips and his thumb increased its pressure, circling again and again. “You are going to stay right there , baby, looking straight at me while you come. I’ve been dreaming of what you would look like when I touched you like this: fighting against pleasure because you are so desperate to keep control, keep a lid on yourself. You just need to accept that you will give yourself up to me.” His thumb sharply changed direction.
My breat h became deeper and shorter and I couldn’t help myself as I cried out, “Please. Don’t. Stop.”
My words seemed to give him pleasure . He moaned, “Baby, come for me.” His command was my final undoing. My orgasm crashed over me as I screamed out his name. “That’s it, that’s what I wanted to see. You’re so beautiful. No thinking.” His pressure on my nub lessened slightly as the last spasms shuddered out of me, and finally he withdrew his hand.
He brought his lips briefly to mine and then to my chin, his soft mouth working its way down between my breasts and over my belly. My hands finally free, I grasped his hair and savored the sensation of his breath on my skin. Looking down at him, I saw him kneel before me as he grasped my bottom with both hands and brought his tongue to the place recently vacated by his thumb. Oh my god, was he not going to stop? I could feel renewed wetness pool inside me at the sight of this beautiful man’s face buried in my sex. Alternating in rhythm and pressure, his tongue was relentless; he wasn’t giving up.
I felt a second orgasm begin to build. He slipped his thumb into me and began to pulse in and out, around and around. The sensation was just overwhelming. The most incredible waves of desire ran through my entire body, and I couldn’t hold back anymore as I confessed, “Daniel, please, you feel so good. I’m so ready for you.” I felt my entire sex throb and convulse around his thumb and tongue. Losing my ability to stand, I slumped down the wall, but Daniel was there to catch me.
He scooped me up and kicked the door to my bedroom open and placed me on the bed. I couldn’t look at him . I was too embarrassed. I had never talked ... well ... dirty during sex, but the way Daniel made me feel left me with no choice, the words just tumbled out.
Daniel sat on the bed next to me and swept the hair from my face, strok ed my cheek. My hazy mind cleared enough for me to remember that he hadn’t yet climaxed and I reached across and put my hand on his thigh to initiate his pleasure. He must have read my mind as he took my hand in his and whispered, “No, Leah, not now. This is about you. Sex should never be quid pro quo .” It was a sharp reminder of Charlie; that’s what our sex life had been about, him giving to
This man was like a snake charmer. I was hypnotized by him. I brought my arms around his neck but he pulled them off and pinned me to the wall with just his hips. He brought my arms above my head and held them there with one hand, trailing his other tantalizingly down my body. In a quick movement he parted the robe at my waist, his eyes not leaving mine as he trailed his index finger from my navel lower and lower until he reached between my thighs and trailed his finger along my slit forward and backward, deliciously slowly, I gasped and turned my head, blushing.
“Look at me , Leah,” he commanded. “And talk to me. Tell me what you are feeling now.”
He pushed his thumb against my clitoris, and started to circle my nub in an unrelenting rhythm. Not daring to break his gaze , I bit my lip and simply moaned, unable to form words.
“You don’t feel like you are freaking out ,” he whispered. “You feel hot ...and wet around my fingers.”
I felt the pleasure intensifying and before I lost the last vestiges of control , I tried to twist my body to dislodge his thumb.
“No, you don’t.” He pushed me harder into the wall with his hips and his thumb increased its pressure, circling again and again. “You are going to stay right there , baby, looking straight at me while you come. I’ve been dreaming of what you would look like when I touched you like this: fighting against pleasure because you are so desperate to keep control, keep a lid on yourself. You just need to accept that you will give yourself up to me.” His thumb sharply changed direction.
My breat h became deeper and shorter and I couldn’t help myself as I cried out, “Please. Don’t. Stop.”
My words seemed to give him pleasure . He moaned, “Baby, come for me.” His command was my final undoing. My orgasm crashed over me as I screamed out his name. “That’s it, that’s what I wanted to see. You’re so beautiful. No thinking.” His pressure on my nub lessened slightly as the last spasms shuddered out of me, and finally he withdrew his hand.
He brought his lips briefly to mine and then to my chin, his soft mouth working its way down between my breasts and over my belly. My hands finally free, I grasped his hair and savored the sensation of his breath on my skin. Looking down at him, I saw him kneel before me as he grasped my bottom with both hands and brought his tongue to the place recently vacated by his thumb. Oh my god, was he not going to stop? I could feel renewed wetness pool inside me at the sight of this beautiful man’s face buried in my sex. Alternating in rhythm and pressure, his tongue was relentless; he wasn’t giving up.
I felt a second orgasm begin to build. He slipped his thumb into me and began to pulse in and out, around and around. The sensation was just overwhelming. The most incredible waves of desire ran through my entire body, and I couldn’t hold back anymore as I confessed, “Daniel, please, you feel so good. I’m so ready for you.” I felt my entire sex throb and convulse around his thumb and tongue. Losing my ability to stand, I slumped down the wall, but Daniel was there to catch me.
He scooped me up and kicked the door to my bedroom open and placed me on the bed. I couldn’t look at him . I was too embarrassed. I had never talked ... well ... dirty during sex, but the way Daniel made me feel left me with no choice, the words just tumbled out.
Daniel sat on the bed next to me and swept the hair from my face, strok ed my cheek. My hazy mind cleared enough for me to remember that he hadn’t yet climaxed and I reached across and put my hand on his thigh to initiate his pleasure. He must have read my mind as he took my hand in his and whispered, “No, Leah, not now. This is about you. Sex should never be quid pro quo .” It was a sharp reminder of Charlie; that’s what our sex life had been about, him giving to
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