“No, you won’t pleasure me tonight. I want to be in control this time,” he says, grasping my wrists gently. He looks at me with concern in his eyes. “Is that okay? I need this tonight.” I don’t know what he means exactly, but he can sense my unspoken questions. “None of that domination caveman stuff, Candace. I just want to feel like a man tonight. I want you to let me take the lead. Can you do that?”
“Is everything okay?” I ask. The desperation in his voice is worrying me.
Reaching out, he cups my face with his big strong hands. “Just a bad day, darling. No need to worry. I’m fine.”
I nod. “Okay.” I back up and prop myself up on the bed, then scoot back. Lying back, I rest my head on the pillow and slightly spread my legs, revealing my pussy to him. This is me, telling him he’s in control.
His eyes move to the exact spot I mean for him to look at. “Touch yourself,” he says glancing up at me and then back down..
I don’t argue or play games with him. This man doesn’t play games, so neither will I.
I brush my right hand over my leg to my inner thigh and raise my left to my breast. Slowly, I begin to touch my pussy for him while twisting my nipple between two fingers. My mouth parts slightly as the heat between my legs builds. He isn’t touching me, he isn’t talking, but he’s in control of every single movement I’m making. I push one finger inside myself then back out, bringing my wet arousal up to my clit. As I begin to stimulate it with circular motions, Brisban pushes his pants and boxers to the floor before removing his undershirt. I pause for a moment as I drink him in. He’s a beautiful man. Absolutely breathtaking.
“Don’t stop,” he commands. “Use both hands on your pussy. Finger yourself with one and work your clit with the other.” My left hand moves from my breast down between my thighs. “Use two fingers and go slowly.”
Just like he tells me to, I push two fingers deep inside my wet pussy. I can’t help but let out a moan.
“Yes, let me hear you. I want to hear your every pleasure. Give me your sounds. I want to get drunk on your voice, your body and your touch. Give it all to me, Candace.”
My god, the way he talks to me is the most erotic way anyone has ever talked to me. He puts me at ease to the point that my inhibitions fall away completely. “I want you to touch me too,” I beg.
“Don’t worry, beautiful, I’m going to do so much more than touch you. When you wake up tomorrow and shift in your bed, I want the ache between your legs to remind you of me. When you sit at your desk tomorrow, I want the slightest twinge of pain to remind you of all the pleasure I gave that pretty pussy of yours tonight. Even when I’m not inside of you, I still want you to feel me there.”
The bed dips as he crawls onto it and my hands still. “Don’t stop,” he whispers. He’s on both knees where my feet are resting. As the heat increases between my legs, he lowers his lips to my left ankle. He places one soft kiss on my delicate skin, then his eyes cut up toward mine and our gazes lock onto each other. Gently, he places his hand under my foot, raising it up across his chest to his shoulder. I’m spread wide open for him now. My ankle rests upon his broad shoulder with my knee slightly bent. Strong manly hands caress my leg from ankle to calf to thigh with kisses following one by one.
Slow.
Methodical.
Erotic.
His hand covers mine and we massage my clit together. I pump my other fingers in and out in measured thrusts, harder and faster. “That’s right, baby, make it feel good. Let it all go.”
My back arches involuntarily as my need increases along with my breathing. He grasps my other hand and pulls my fingers out up to his lips. I feel the warmth of his wet tongue swirl around my fingers one by one before he wraps his lips around them, sucking all of my wetness off. His eyes close as if he’s trying to savor the taste of me.
His mouth moves to my inner wrist as he begins trailing kisses up my arm to my neck. “I love tasting you. I could do nothing but eat your pussy all night and I’d be sated,” he says against my collar bone. He reaches up, grasping the tie he placed around my neck loosening it. “Candace?”
Our eyes meet. “Yes?” I say breathless.
“Can I blindfold you with this? If you aren’t okay with it just tell me. But I want to blindfold you. I want you focused on how you feel instead of what you see.”
I don’t know why I trust him, but I do. It makes no sense but sometimes the best things have no rhyme or reason. I want to explore these things with him. I want all of it. “I trust you.” I place my hand on his, assuring him with a simple gesture that I’m comfortable with him.