glided off like a cloud on the wind. The erotic beat of the music had inspired many couples to dance, if you could call it that. A few were actually doing moves one could reasonably call dancing, but others were creating their own moves, typical of the Lothario’s clientele. Fallon had to admire the trio on the far side of the dance floor. Two men impaled one woman who was sandwiched between them as they fucked to the classic rock tune. It was an amazing thing to watch. The woman rode both men, her head thrown back over the shoulder of the man behind her. His hands toyed with her breasts while the other man’s hands splayed across his ass, holding them all together.
Anytime Fallon was with Richard, she was aroused, ready for him, aching for him. The erotic displays on the dance floor only heated her blood more. Her hand gravitated toward his groin, only to be stopped by his fingers clenched around her wrist.
“Would you like to dance?”
No. Yes. She had a particular dance in mind. “I’m not very good.”
He rose, pulling her to her feet. “You don’t have to be. Just follow my lead.”
They stepped onto the dance floor and Richard wrapped her in his arms and began to move. “Relax, sweetheart. Let me do the work.”
Oh God, did she want him to do the work. Every cell in her body called out for Richard to do the work. When his lips found the throbbing pulse in her throat, she moaned, and her body molded to his like fondant over cake. Her eyelids dropped. He swept her into the beat. She’d never felt anything like it. The closest thing was just the other day when he’d bound her to the railing and put his mouth to her. She’d flown free then, safely tethered by ropes. Tonight, she felt that same unearthly feeling, but Richard’s arms around her anchored her to the moment.
“That’s it. Let go for me.” The heavy beat hammered through her veins as Richard swung her around the dance floor. His body writhed against hers in a rhythm as ancient as the Greek Muses. When his hand found her clit beneath her toga, she was too lost to protest the public display.
“You are so beautiful.” His fingers stroked between her legs. “Hot and wet.” He flicked her clit and she almost lost her footing. “I’m going to finger fuck you now. Stay with me, sweetheart. Let the music take you to that place, and I’ll help you go over.”
She should use her safe word. Whatever it was. She couldn’t think. Like the other day on the deck, she floated free. Richard’s voice vibrated through her. She clung to his shoulders when he tipped her back and clamped his hot mouth over her breast, drawing it into the heated moisture, silk toga and all. She’d barely had time to register the vibrations of his vocal chords humming against her breast when he speared two fingers inside her, and like a tuning fork, carried the deep bass of the music to her core.
The orgasm came hard and fast, rocking her from the inside out. A strangled cry worked its way up from the depths of her being, only to be captured by Richard’s mouth on hers. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and rode out the orgasm. When she quieted, Richard’s mouth left hers.
“Look at me, Fallon.”
She opened her eyes, and as she did so, his fingers slipped from her.
“I did that to you.”
“Yes, Richard.” Oh, but she wanted so much more, even knowing it might be too much to bear.
I've never seen a man capable of separating himself so fully from the physical. His eyes remained focused on me, even as his partner brought him to orgasm. He fisted his hands in her hair, holding her in place. His cock spewed hot cum down her throat. His body jerked with the effort, but his eyes remained open, trained on me. A smile broke across his face. I smiled back.
From the file labeled, 'Subject M5, Richard Wolfe'
Chapter Nine
The camera flash temporarily blinded her. Richard helped her to the cozy table and saw her safely to the velvet-padded bench. He
Anytime Fallon was with Richard, she was aroused, ready for him, aching for him. The erotic displays on the dance floor only heated her blood more. Her hand gravitated toward his groin, only to be stopped by his fingers clenched around her wrist.
“Would you like to dance?”
No. Yes. She had a particular dance in mind. “I’m not very good.”
He rose, pulling her to her feet. “You don’t have to be. Just follow my lead.”
They stepped onto the dance floor and Richard wrapped her in his arms and began to move. “Relax, sweetheart. Let me do the work.”
Oh God, did she want him to do the work. Every cell in her body called out for Richard to do the work. When his lips found the throbbing pulse in her throat, she moaned, and her body molded to his like fondant over cake. Her eyelids dropped. He swept her into the beat. She’d never felt anything like it. The closest thing was just the other day when he’d bound her to the railing and put his mouth to her. She’d flown free then, safely tethered by ropes. Tonight, she felt that same unearthly feeling, but Richard’s arms around her anchored her to the moment.
“That’s it. Let go for me.” The heavy beat hammered through her veins as Richard swung her around the dance floor. His body writhed against hers in a rhythm as ancient as the Greek Muses. When his hand found her clit beneath her toga, she was too lost to protest the public display.
“You are so beautiful.” His fingers stroked between her legs. “Hot and wet.” He flicked her clit and she almost lost her footing. “I’m going to finger fuck you now. Stay with me, sweetheart. Let the music take you to that place, and I’ll help you go over.”
She should use her safe word. Whatever it was. She couldn’t think. Like the other day on the deck, she floated free. Richard’s voice vibrated through her. She clung to his shoulders when he tipped her back and clamped his hot mouth over her breast, drawing it into the heated moisture, silk toga and all. She’d barely had time to register the vibrations of his vocal chords humming against her breast when he speared two fingers inside her, and like a tuning fork, carried the deep bass of the music to her core.
The orgasm came hard and fast, rocking her from the inside out. A strangled cry worked its way up from the depths of her being, only to be captured by Richard’s mouth on hers. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and rode out the orgasm. When she quieted, Richard’s mouth left hers.
“Look at me, Fallon.”
She opened her eyes, and as she did so, his fingers slipped from her.
“I did that to you.”
“Yes, Richard.” Oh, but she wanted so much more, even knowing it might be too much to bear.
I've never seen a man capable of separating himself so fully from the physical. His eyes remained focused on me, even as his partner brought him to orgasm. He fisted his hands in her hair, holding her in place. His cock spewed hot cum down her throat. His body jerked with the effort, but his eyes remained open, trained on me. A smile broke across his face. I smiled back.
From the file labeled, 'Subject M5, Richard Wolfe'
Chapter Nine
The camera flash temporarily blinded her. Richard helped her to the cozy table and saw her safely to the velvet-padded bench. He
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