mouth sealed onto her lips.
She felt him breathing heavy through his nose while his mouth
literally devoured her. With the way his hands were wrapped around
her hips he was locked in place. No matter which way she moved he
was always right on target and had her cumming into his mouth in a
matter of minutes. Every muscle in her body tensed, her eyes
clamped shut, and she thought her head was going to explode with the
intensity and she whimpered while he continued to eat her. Finally he
allowed her pull away and she leaned heavily against the head of the
bed, panting.
Paige heard him laugh softly, but she couldn't respond. Her
muscles wouldn't move when he slid out from under her. She felt the
bed shift but she kept her face buried in her arm. Then he was pulling
her back to the foot of the bed. She was limp as a rag doll. Her body
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was his and he could do whatever he wanted to with it. She didn't
care. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap and cradled her in his
arms. Brushing sweat drenched hair from her face, he smiled
tenderly, then his lips lowered to hers in a loving kiss.
He took his time exploring her mouth. His hands gently massaged
the knots of tension from her body. She could feel him hard against
her backside, but he made no move to enter her again. He simply
rubbed and caressed her skin until she was relaxed and pliant in his
arms. Then he turned her around, facing the mirror with him behind
her.
"Now, tell me what you want." The direct way he looked at her had
her blushing.
"I want to make you cum." Embarrassment flooded her cheeks.
She started to stand and turn around but he wouldn't let her. His
strong arms came up and around her waist, holding her firmly in
place. Then she saw his face.
He was in complete control and that scared her just a little bit. His
eyes locked onto hers. He leaned down and placed his mouth on her
shoulder. He bit her, causing her to tense from the pain. In the
mirrors, she watched his hand move up and lifted the weight of her
breast in his palm, his fingers rolling her nipple between his fingers,
through the lace. Seeing what he was doing made her want to squirm
against him, but she forced herself to remain still and see what he
would do next.
His other hand moved downward and came to a rest on her leg, his
fingers rubbing lightly at the soft fleshy skin of her inner thigh. The
anticipation was killing her and her muscles tensed up again. She sat
stiffly in his lap.
"Relax Paige. I haven't hurt you yet have I?" His voice was barely
above a whisper and she stared into his eyes and shook her head
slightly. The yet part of it was what made her tense, she didn't know
what to expect. His hand moved up to her hip and rested lightly there
while the other one continued to massage and tweak her nipple.
When she finally relaxed and leaned back against him, the hand on
her hip slowly moved back down towards her thigh. Gently pulling,
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opening her leg, exposing her partially to the mirror. She saw the
scrap of red material that barely covered her. When she didn't resist,
his hand allowed the weight of breast to drop gently, his other hand
lightly grasped her other thigh. He gently applied pressure and pulled
her legs farther apart, his fingers moved down between her legs and
he shifted the material over to the side. "Now, you see what I see.
You are a beautiful woman Paige."
Her brows wrinkled when the emotion of what he was saying struck
her. She realized then, that even though she was with him, she was
still holding back a part of her. She nodded her understanding. His
hand slid higher up her thigh until his fingers touched the curls, and
then slid lower. He continued to watch her expressions in the mirror.
Pleasure flitted across her face when his fingers touched her again.
She forced her eyes to remain open and stare into his.
"Look at my hand, Paige; watch what I am doing to you." He
ordered softly, his lips moving against
She felt him breathing heavy through his nose while his mouth
literally devoured her. With the way his hands were wrapped around
her hips he was locked in place. No matter which way she moved he
was always right on target and had her cumming into his mouth in a
matter of minutes. Every muscle in her body tensed, her eyes
clamped shut, and she thought her head was going to explode with the
intensity and she whimpered while he continued to eat her. Finally he
allowed her pull away and she leaned heavily against the head of the
bed, panting.
Paige heard him laugh softly, but she couldn't respond. Her
muscles wouldn't move when he slid out from under her. She felt the
bed shift but she kept her face buried in her arm. Then he was pulling
her back to the foot of the bed. She was limp as a rag doll. Her body
70
was his and he could do whatever he wanted to with it. She didn't
care. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap and cradled her in his
arms. Brushing sweat drenched hair from her face, he smiled
tenderly, then his lips lowered to hers in a loving kiss.
He took his time exploring her mouth. His hands gently massaged
the knots of tension from her body. She could feel him hard against
her backside, but he made no move to enter her again. He simply
rubbed and caressed her skin until she was relaxed and pliant in his
arms. Then he turned her around, facing the mirror with him behind
her.
"Now, tell me what you want." The direct way he looked at her had
her blushing.
"I want to make you cum." Embarrassment flooded her cheeks.
She started to stand and turn around but he wouldn't let her. His
strong arms came up and around her waist, holding her firmly in
place. Then she saw his face.
He was in complete control and that scared her just a little bit. His
eyes locked onto hers. He leaned down and placed his mouth on her
shoulder. He bit her, causing her to tense from the pain. In the
mirrors, she watched his hand move up and lifted the weight of her
breast in his palm, his fingers rolling her nipple between his fingers,
through the lace. Seeing what he was doing made her want to squirm
against him, but she forced herself to remain still and see what he
would do next.
His other hand moved downward and came to a rest on her leg, his
fingers rubbing lightly at the soft fleshy skin of her inner thigh. The
anticipation was killing her and her muscles tensed up again. She sat
stiffly in his lap.
"Relax Paige. I haven't hurt you yet have I?" His voice was barely
above a whisper and she stared into his eyes and shook her head
slightly. The yet part of it was what made her tense, she didn't know
what to expect. His hand moved up to her hip and rested lightly there
while the other one continued to massage and tweak her nipple.
When she finally relaxed and leaned back against him, the hand on
her hip slowly moved back down towards her thigh. Gently pulling,
71
opening her leg, exposing her partially to the mirror. She saw the
scrap of red material that barely covered her. When she didn't resist,
his hand allowed the weight of breast to drop gently, his other hand
lightly grasped her other thigh. He gently applied pressure and pulled
her legs farther apart, his fingers moved down between her legs and
he shifted the material over to the side. "Now, you see what I see.
You are a beautiful woman Paige."
Her brows wrinkled when the emotion of what he was saying struck
her. She realized then, that even though she was with him, she was
still holding back a part of her. She nodded her understanding. His
hand slid higher up her thigh until his fingers touched the curls, and
then slid lower. He continued to watch her expressions in the mirror.
Pleasure flitted across her face when his fingers touched her again.
She forced her eyes to remain open and stare into his.
"Look at my hand, Paige; watch what I am doing to you." He
ordered softly, his lips moving against
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