JASON and KEANNE(26)

Keanne froze for a second before she succumbed to his kiss with a sigh, her arms going around him.

He carried her up to her room, knowing the way to it since they had been each other’s frequent visitor for years. He laid her gently down on the bed, his cock hardening into a full erection at the sight of her near-naked body. She was dressed in a flimsy silk nightgown, one that left little to the imagination.

When his gaze went back to Keanne’s face, he saw that she was staring at his cock in dry-mouthed wonder.

“Yes,” he purred. “Now’s the time you can have a taste of it.” But first he needed something. He went to her drawers, knowing exactly which one to open.

When he returned, her eyes widened when she saw what he was holding. “Umm…”

“To tie you up, of course.”

And before she knew it, he had her arms up and tied to one of the bed posts with her own darn stockings.

She tried to pull her arms free, but the knot surprisingly didn’t give. Keanne grimaced. “Have a lot of experience with this, don’t you?”

“You should be glad for it,” he returned wickedly. “I will be a huge disappointment to a passionate girl like you if I came to you a virgin.”

“I’m still a virgin.”

“But you don’t have a virgin’s appetite, ma petite.” Jason ran a finger from her neck to between her breasts, slowly and sensually as if to prove a point. Such a simple touch and she was already arching against him, a whimper escaping past her lips.

“Jason.”

“Do you understand now?” He let his finger trail lower, past her navel and then down to her very core, his finger taking its sweet time as he caressed the flesh between her folds.

“Jason!” This time, she gasped it out.

“Not just any man will be able to make your body throb.” His eyes flashed. “Not even that boy Gabriel can make you feel like this.”

She could only look up at him in a daze, so lost in his touch that she couldn’t even remember who Gabriel was.

“Keanne.” Her name on his tongue was like a caress, reminding her of the way she nearly died with pleasure as his tongue slipped between her folds. “I asked you a question. Do you understand now?”

He cupped her suddenly, his hand completely engulfing her mound, and then he squeezed.

“Yes!” Her head twisted left and right. She wanted so badly to take off her clothes now, but with her hands tied over her head it was impossible.

“I’m going to touch you. I’m going to kiss you. I’m going to drive you wild with pleasure until all you can think of is me. But you must control yourself and not let yourself come until you have my cock in your mouth. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

He fingered one strap of her nightgown. “Do you have a special attachment to this?”

She had barely finished shaking her head when he calmly ripped it apart, and the shockingly violent action had her shivering with desire. That should have terrified her, but it only served to whet her desire. Oh, how she wanted the taste of his cock now.

He bent down and played with her breasts, his fingers expertly massaging them without ever touching her nipples.

“Please, Jason…please.”

But it was as if he didn’t hear her. Or, more likely, he was deriving pleasure from tormenting her.

His fingers stopped moving. “What do you want, ma petite?”

“That y-you touch me…”

“Touch you where?” he demanded.

Reacting to the unmistakable command in his voice, the one telling her to expose her greatest desires, she moaned, “I want you to touch my breasts and…I want you to kiss my nipples.”

She looked up, pleadingly, and was rewarded with a sensual smile touching his cruelly beautiful lips. And then he was lowering his head and she was arching towards him.

“Oh.” His mouth was on her breasts. His lips closed over her nipple. His tongue tasted her skin. His teeth scraped against the rosy bud of her breast.

He started to suck, hard, so hard she had to scream, her body arching against him. Her legs tried to twist around his waist, wanting to relieve the aching emptiness between her legs, but he growled against her nipple, “No.”

Her legs fell back down on the bed, leaving Keanne almost sobbing with desire.

“Please, Jason, please…” He was kissing her breasts so beautifully, suckling so expertly on her nipples that she knew she was so very close to coming. Valiantly, Keanne clung hard to her senses, knowing it was the only way to keep herself from being swept away by the pleasure of his touch.

Jason was moving down now, and she squirmed under him as she felt his hands pulling her panties away and tossing them to the floor. He gently blew against her sensitive flesh and she cried out.