Mysterious Desire(17)

He circles my right nipple, making slow little oscillatory trails with his tongue tip (ohhhhhh). Warm blood immediately flows into both my nipples, and they twitch with puckered eroticism, and I can feel the tiny hairs on my entire body stand up.

He pushes me gently down on my chair, and without me realizing it, depresses a button on the armrest that slowly winds the back of the chair downwards, and the footrest upwards – down, down and up, up until the whole cushy ensemble becomes a flat bed.

He presses me against that plush but firm bed. It’s his hunger that undoes me.

“Please,” I gasp, “I want you inside me.”

“Later,” he murmurs, never taking his mouth off my nipple. His hands sponge and grapple my breasts to plump them up so that my nipples rise even more protuberantly. When he decides that my right nipple has been suckled, licked and caressed into frenzied submission, he transfers his mouth to my left.

His fingers curl and skate down to my moist pussy – which is practically overflowing with my juices now – and when his knuckle bunches against my throbbing clit, I let out a soft moan.

He raises his mouth. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?”

I’m too flushed to nod. He continues his purposeful nuzzling . . . no, nudging – a back and forth rubbing movement upon the hood of my clitoris with his knuckle that is both pulverizing and releasing. And I’m curling my fists and moaning and putting them into my mouth to chew. He spreads my legs wider, and I’m so embarrassed – I who have never been in this position. I grip any part of the seat I can get my fingers on.

And his head descends. His tongue makes a clean plunge down my stomach – which is thankfully taut – and into my bellybutton. Then down, down . . . slithering its warm, wet path as it goes down. When it touches my clit for the first time, it’s as though I have been set ablaze.

“N-no, Alex, please.”

He holds my hips down with his strong hands. I clutch at his hair – his marvelous, silky hair – and he’s relentless as he tongues and tongues my clit and nether lips. Oh, that slippery, sliding tongue with a life and capriciousness of its own. He probes it deeply into my secret grooves, and I almost come wildly.

“Please, Alex, I c-can’t . . . stand it.”

He doesn’t care, and tortures me with this delicious friction further. To add insult to my torment, he slyly worms a finger into my secret hole, which is a sopping and weeping mess. My muscles contract around his finger, and the heat down there is so intense, and I whip my head to the other side and claw desperately at his hair and neck and any part of him I can reach.

Ohhhh. He feels soooooo good. I’ve never had this done to me before, and I never knew such pleasure existed. It makes me feel proud to be a woman, and proud to be made to feel like one by this wonderful, beguiling man, and I’m enjoying this moment for all it’s worth . . . even if I know that this animalistic attraction he has for me won’t last forever.

He whips up his head, and I can see his lips – red and smeared by my juices. He’s smiling, as always.

“You know,” he says, “I brought a condom. Just in case.”

He reaches for his discarded pants.

I’m still panting. “And here I thought you said you weren’t going to seduce me tonight, Mr. Vassar.”

I feel coquettish and desired. A part of me I never knew existed is coming out.

“Mr.” He takes out a gold foil packet from his side pocket and tears it with his teeth. “I like that. None of that reverent ‘your highness’ stuff.”

A damp condom falls out. He picks it up and hands it to me with the most solemn of expressions, although the sides of his glorious mouth are threatening to twitch.

“Care to roll it on?” he says.

Oh no. I can’t. I haven’t done this before.

I can’t . . . I really can’t.

He sees the panicked expression on my face and relents. “Next time then.”

So there will be a next time?

I know . . . he’s right about me. I’ve brow-beaten myself all my life and my confidence is about as big as a speck of dust. It’s going to take a lot to get it balloon into normal proportions.

He positions himself between my legs and rolls the condom onto his cock. I almost can’t bear to look at it. His penis is so huge, so spectacular, so masculine, so merciless. I shut my eyes as he lowers himself upon me. The head of his sheathed penis poises at my swollen sex, ready to enter.

“Take a deep breath, Liz,” he whispers as he pushes himself into me.

Oh, but it’s such a rush. His flesh slams into me headlong, parting my vaginal walls in a sluice. I am so filled, so expanded. He slides into me as deeply as he can possibly go, and clutches at my waist and arms as he begins to stroke into me. His eyes hold mine, and they are bright and shining and mesmerizing as he pounds me and nails himself into me and does all things a man can physically do to a woman when he fucks her.