She cleared her throat, grabbed my hands, and used them to spread the towel wide. And released me just as quickly. I waited, allowing her look her fill of the ink on my stomach, thighs, and hips. Her gaze eventually landed on my dick, already full and hard for her inspection.
“Did the ones on your thighs hurt?”
“Yes.”
She reached out to touch one on my hip bone. My cock jerked against my belly and she sucked in a ragged breath.
One thing the mad priest taught me was control. I stood still while she touched every sensitive area she could get her hands on, save the one I wanted her to touch. “Are you going to stand there all night torturing me?”
She jerked her hand back and met my eyes again. It amused me she didn’t even realized what she’d been doing. I wanted to reach out, but I’d never touch her in all the ways I yearned for, unless she asked me to.
“Tell me…” I whispered.
“What?”
“Tell me you want it. Say you want this. Say you want me and you can have it, all of it.”
She licked her lips and eyed me again. I could tell she wanted me, wanted everything. But I needed her to say it. To understand what she dropped herself into.
“I don’t know.”
I re-wrapped the towel around my hips and tucked in the end. She shook herself as if emerging from a dream.
“I don’t know isn’t enough.”
I started to turn, but she stopped me with her hand on my forearm. “I want you to touch me.”
I lifted her and set her on the edge of my desk. She squeaked in surprise like she did earlier in the night but settled faster this time. I knelt as I did before, but this time I didn’t massage her feet. I reached up under her slip and jerked her panties down and off her ankles. Then I dragged her lush ass to the edge of the stone and took my time running my lips up the inside of one thigh, then the other.
She shuddered in my hands. And this power, this sweet sweet power, let me more fulfill than any power I’d acquired thus far.
I inched closer to her pussy, already glistening for me in the dim lighting cast from my bedroom. My mouth watered just looking at her. I was tempted to double check if this was what she really wanted. One glance up at her face, though, and I didn’t need to say a word.
She grabbed my neck and pulled me into her. The scent of her. I breathed her in before allowing myself one gentle taste. Her groan told me she didn’t want it gentle. I reached up and spread her open going right to her clit with my teeth. I dragged her skin into my mouth and used my lips to suck hard on her little bud. She bucked up, and I wrapped my hand around her thighs holding her down as I delved my tongue into her. She jerked my head tight, grinding my face, using my mouth my nose my chin for her pleasure. I relished it, every second. Until she started to shack and buck. I held tighter until she shoved me away. The oxygen hit me and I took a full breath. Air I didn’t even want supplanting smell of her, the taste of her.
She doubled over, her fingers still entwined in my hair. I ached and burned. I was seconds away from busting. She leaned up and reached for my shoulders but I held her hands back.
“Let me take care of you.”
“That’s not what you asked for.” I breathed and stood. My palms aching to take myself in hand. The inhale and exhale I forced out grounded me enough not to sway on my feet.
She reached out again. I leaned back into the doorway of my bedroom. She hopped off the desk and stalked forward.
“If you touch me I’ll rip off everything you’re wearing, turn you over my desk, ass up, and fuck you over and over until I’ve had my fill.” I met her between the distance but didn’t touch her. “I promise you, it will be awhile until I’ve had enough of you.”
She dropped her hands. I pressed forward and this time she retreated.
“If you’re not ready for that then say goodnight and go back to your room.”
I couldn’t read her face my brain so scrambled by hormones. Her eyes caught me soft and warm. She nodded once and crossed to the door. Before she walked out, she turned back and said, “thank you.”
I kept silent, anything else from me might make her feel obligated and I didn’t want a woman to fuck me out of some sense of burden.
She walked out the door and stopped again. I tried not to groan. She didn’t turn as she said, “You’re beautiful, by the way.”
I sagged back against my bedroom doorframe. I couldn’t even make it to the shower, I took myself in hand, pumped twice brutally, and came hard enough to shoot stars through my vision.
A flash of movement caught my eye and I spotted her standing across the hall in the dark. A sexy little grin on her face. She gave me a mock salute and walked away.
