His gaze leaves mine to settle on my mouth. There's no gentleness when he takes my lips for the first time. He tastes them as if he were starving, and I feel something break inside me. A barrier I'd carefully built between men and myself is shattering. I know there will be no going back once this fire has consumed me, but I have no intention of interfering with the course of events.
Player's tongue slips into my mouth, obliterating my last thoughts. He holds me against him as if he thinks I might pull away at any second, but I have no such intention. I grip his neck, scratching it without mercy, provoking a growl from Player that reverberates all the way down to my belly and then to my sex, which throbs.
Player makes me back up until I'm pinned against the nearest wall, trapping me with his powerful body. His hand leaves my ass to slip under the wet fabric of my dress, and I moan into his mouth when he cups my breast. The taut peak rolls between his fingers, sending tingles of pleasure throughout my body. I arch my back, pressing my pelvis against his, searching for the erection I felt moments ago.
Without thinking, I slide my hand between us and press against his cock through his pants.
Player stops kissing me and rests his forehead against mine. "Fuck, Dixie, you're driving me crazy."
Our gazes are locked together. I believe if Player's body weren't pressing against mine, I wouldn't have the strength to stand. My blood feels like it's boiling, I'm hot and cold at the same time, shivering and trembling. I've dreaded this moment so many times in the past, but nothing prepared me for this wave of incandescent desire burning me from within.
Player's fingers abandon my breast to travel down my stomach, and I hold back a moan when he pushes my dress up my legs. My thighs part on their own, opening the way to my pussy. I don't know where my dignity has gone, but I doubt I'll ever find it again. Not after falling for Player.
He doesn't add another word, but he stares at me intensely. I'm unable to hold his ardent gaze, and my eyelids close the instant Player's fingers take possession of my body. Yes, that's what he's doing: claiming the prize of his victory. And I'm letting him, completely defeated. But he stops almost immediately:
"Open your eyes, Dixie."
My body obeys him, and instantly his eyes lock with mine. Only then do his fingers resume their advance, and I bite my lip to keep from making a sound. Player has the confidence of someone who knows what he's doing, and he enters me with a deep thrust. My mouth forms an O as I discover the unprecedented sensations he's creating in my belly.
The pleasure is so powerful that I even forget my desire to caress Player, but he doesn't seem to notice. He continues to touch me where no one ever has, and I love it. Really.
The sensations overwhelm me, flood my body, it's an enormous tornado sweeping through my being, and I let myself be carried away. In this turmoil, I'm only able to cling to Player's body.
His hand wraps around my throat before moving up to my mouth. His thumb presses against my lips without any gentleness,and I surprise myself by licking the pad of his finger. Player's breath catches in his throat, his gaze grows even darker, and I realize that I'm affecting him too.
A spark of joy ignites in my chest. I please him more than he's willing to admit.
His fingers speed up, building a wave of unprecedented power within me. My legs tremble, and I feel like I'm about to lose my footing when he stops.
Player doesn't take his eyes off me as he withdraws his hand from my sex. I stifle the grunt of frustration threatening to escape my throat.
Without warning, he detaches himself from me. He takes a few steps back while staring at me, then, with a nod of his chin, he points to the living room couch. "Lie down and show me how you like to pleasure yourself."
I blink several times, furrow my brow, and finally shake my head slowly.
"Dixie," he growls, "do what I tell you."
I stammer when I answer, "I... I can't."
"Don't make me undress you and lay you down myself."
"You don't understand."
My voice is too weak, and besides being angry at myself for capitulating to Player, I'm disappointed in myself for appearing so fragile.
Player observes me through his eyelashes, as if trying to determine whether I'm telling the truth. His voice is cutting as he growls, "Explain."
I take a deep breath before confessing:
"I've never given myself pleasure."
A long silence passes between us during which he continues to stare at me. I don't know what he's thinking; perhaps he believes I'm lying? Unfortunately, it's the absolute truth.
"Then show me how other guys have done it."
Automatically, I cross my arms over my chest while pressing my lips together. The advantage of this conversation is that my desire is starting to ebb a little; the disadvantage is that my shame is skyrocketing.
The best defense being offense, I blurt out, "Why? Do you need an instruction manual?"
