gasping. As she worked her mouth up and down his thickened shaft, it took all of his control not to climax.
His mind refocused and her face registered surprise as he gently pulled her up. Moving his hand over her breasts, his mouth explored her neck and body as she moaned with pleasure. He turned her over, running his hand down her smooth skin. She pushed her rear up provocatively, her face mischievous as she teased him, her arms reaching forward to rest on the bed. He moved behind her and slipped his fingers inside her while his other hand cupped her behind. She was drenched with desire and he felt himself swell as he pushed inside her. He placed his hands on her slender hips leisurely, taking control as he moved back and forth, bringing them to the brink time and time again. She grinded furiously against him, panting, until frustrated, she jerked away and pulled him down.
Straddling him, her need for release urgent, she rode him hard. He squeezed and teased her heavy breasts until her climax ripped through her. She slumped forward onto his chest, limp, as his own release followed shortly afterwards. A fine sheen of sweat covered their skin. His body was on fire—he was hungry for more.
He laid her down and worshiped her with his fingers, exploring every inch of her body before repeating the process with his lips. He just couldn’t get enough of her as she moaned and gasped beneath him. His tongue flicked over her hardened nipples again and again before travelling down her stomach. He wanted to taste her.
Her body stilled as he knelt between her legs. She was completely hairless and for a moment this surprised him before turning him on even more. He bent his head and placed a kiss on her leg. She moaned. He ran his tongue between her thighs before slipping his hands under her buttocks. His arms pushed her legs apart and he brought his mouth down.
Her core was slick and swollen as he kissed it. Her taste on his lips was deeply erotic as his tongue continued to probe and tease. She was incoherent, her hand over her mouth as his tongue pushed her further and further, thrusting into her again and again. She climaxed again, her body shuddering, and he lifted his head to watch the ecstasy on her face, but he wasn’t finished with her. He’d held on as long as he could, lifting himself above her, his engorged and heavy length nudged at her core before he thrust hard and went in deep; she was so ready for him. His rhythm was fast, his need for gratification making him pound into her. Her body responded instantly. She matched him, back arching, fingers gripping the soft flesh of his rear, urging him on. He felt all control leave him as he thrust harder and harder, faster and faster. His orgasm, when it came, shook his body with its intensity, but his mind was crystal clear, focused. As his body sagged against her, she was already slipping from his mind. He was consumed by thoughts of the Braille Club.
Rolling away, he told her she could use the shower if she wished, reminding her she was due for her sensory lesson in less than fifteen minutes. She flashed him a smile, her eyes dazed, her body sluggish from the sex as she reached for her clothes. When she returned he could see how young she was, her face was bare of the heavy makeup. With her hair extensions pulled back into a ponytail, her resemblance to Anna was striking and his breath caught. He put a finger on her lips to seal her silence.
“You remember the rules…”
She nodded, and he unlocked his office door and led her down a corridor.
“You will need your card,” he told her as she opened her bag and searched inside. She handed it to him, he swiped it through, and the door popped open.
“This is where I leave you, but Grace will take care of you.” He smiled. He watched her slip through the door, his eyes and mind remembering the body beneath. Anna filled his thoughts. She’d try anything…do anything he desired. She had given him her body like a gift.
His mind refocused and her face registered surprise as he gently pulled her up. Moving his hand over her breasts, his mouth explored her neck and body as she moaned with pleasure. He turned her over, running his hand down her smooth skin. She pushed her rear up provocatively, her face mischievous as she teased him, her arms reaching forward to rest on the bed. He moved behind her and slipped his fingers inside her while his other hand cupped her behind. She was drenched with desire and he felt himself swell as he pushed inside her. He placed his hands on her slender hips leisurely, taking control as he moved back and forth, bringing them to the brink time and time again. She grinded furiously against him, panting, until frustrated, she jerked away and pulled him down.
Straddling him, her need for release urgent, she rode him hard. He squeezed and teased her heavy breasts until her climax ripped through her. She slumped forward onto his chest, limp, as his own release followed shortly afterwards. A fine sheen of sweat covered their skin. His body was on fire—he was hungry for more.
He laid her down and worshiped her with his fingers, exploring every inch of her body before repeating the process with his lips. He just couldn’t get enough of her as she moaned and gasped beneath him. His tongue flicked over her hardened nipples again and again before travelling down her stomach. He wanted to taste her.
Her body stilled as he knelt between her legs. She was completely hairless and for a moment this surprised him before turning him on even more. He bent his head and placed a kiss on her leg. She moaned. He ran his tongue between her thighs before slipping his hands under her buttocks. His arms pushed her legs apart and he brought his mouth down.
Her core was slick and swollen as he kissed it. Her taste on his lips was deeply erotic as his tongue continued to probe and tease. She was incoherent, her hand over her mouth as his tongue pushed her further and further, thrusting into her again and again. She climaxed again, her body shuddering, and he lifted his head to watch the ecstasy on her face, but he wasn’t finished with her. He’d held on as long as he could, lifting himself above her, his engorged and heavy length nudged at her core before he thrust hard and went in deep; she was so ready for him. His rhythm was fast, his need for gratification making him pound into her. Her body responded instantly. She matched him, back arching, fingers gripping the soft flesh of his rear, urging him on. He felt all control leave him as he thrust harder and harder, faster and faster. His orgasm, when it came, shook his body with its intensity, but his mind was crystal clear, focused. As his body sagged against her, she was already slipping from his mind. He was consumed by thoughts of the Braille Club.
Rolling away, he told her she could use the shower if she wished, reminding her she was due for her sensory lesson in less than fifteen minutes. She flashed him a smile, her eyes dazed, her body sluggish from the sex as she reached for her clothes. When she returned he could see how young she was, her face was bare of the heavy makeup. With her hair extensions pulled back into a ponytail, her resemblance to Anna was striking and his breath caught. He put a finger on her lips to seal her silence.
“You remember the rules…”
She nodded, and he unlocked his office door and led her down a corridor.
“You will need your card,” he told her as she opened her bag and searched inside. She handed it to him, he swiped it through, and the door popped open.
“This is where I leave you, but Grace will take care of you.” He smiled. He watched her slip through the door, his eyes and mind remembering the body beneath. Anna filled his thoughts. She’d try anything…do anything he desired. She had given him her body like a gift.