“Eager is one way to put it,” I agree. I then remove my hand from her throat to softly trace her jawline. Her breath hitches. Fuck, I want to hear it again. “I’m highly interested. And once I’m interested in something I have this tendency to want to know everything about it.”
“So, knowing all the ways to bring me to orgasm has become a special interest of yours.”
My lip twitches. “Very much so.”
A cheshire grin plays on her lips. There’s a seductive glint in her eyes that makes them damn glitter. “Well then, allow me to inform you with a hands on approach,” she says cheekily.
She encases my wrist and begins to guide my hand down her body. Her movements are slow, tantalizing. I can already tell she loves the buildup. To feel the tension wind her body nice and tight before she comes.
With her guide my hand slides up the inside of her shirt and comes to a stop to cup her bare breast. Fuck, it fits perfectly in my hand. Without her direction I squeeze the ample fresh. “That feels so good,” she praises. Everything within me warms. “Now, roll my nipple between your fingers.” I do as she says. I roll the hardened peeks in a circular motion. “Pinch them,” she breathes hotly. I hesitate not knowing how much pressure I should apply. How high is her pain tolerance? Reading my mind she tells me, “As hard as you can, shadow. I want all of the pain and pleasure you can give me.”
I pinch them between my fingers. Her back bows as her mouth falls open with a high pitched gasp. It’s a sound I want to hear over and over again. Replay it in my mind whenever I feel the emptiness try and sink its claws in me. “Now soothe it with your tongue by using soft strokes.”
I am nothing but an instrument to her pleasure.
With her eyes steady on mine I lift her shirt above her head. Yet wanting some restraint on her I improvise by taking the article of clothing and binding her wrists.
Her smile is downright sinful as I tighten the fabric. Visions of her whole body wrapped in rope play dangerously in my head.
My cock twitches. It’s as if all my blood runs south. Fuck, I’m about to come just thinking about it.
I swallow harshly as I return my focus tentatively to the task at hand. This is about her. About knowing her body in a way no man ever has or ever will. And if she ever dares to touch another man after me I will gift her his hands to remind her of what happens when someone touches what’s mine.
She arches her back, presenting her breasts to me. I dip my head but look up at her as I take her nipple in my mouth. Her luscious mouth falls open in a perfect ‘o’. And I do just as she says. I soothe the ache with soft strokes of my tongue. Back and forth. Clockwise. I play with her nipple all the while keeping my ministrations nice and slow.
It’s the perfect tease in which I now have no doubt she loves. Her fingers tangle in my hair to keep my head where it’s at. A silent demand. One I adhere to.
Breathily she orders, “Tug my nipple between your teeth.” I take the hardened peek between my teeth and tug. She hisses but her eyes roll to the back of her hair. With my teeth still clamped around her nipple she instructs with a lust strained voice, “Slide your hand under my panties and feel how wet I am for you.”
Slowly I trail my hand downwards. My fingers tease around the hem of her pants.
Her breath hitches. “Did I say for you to tease me, shadow? Remove the rest of my clothes. Now.”
My lip kicks. “I’m improvising.” Lifting her hips I remove her clothes. Fuck. She’s a vision. Her pussy is glistening with her arousal.
With eyes that are reminiscent of fire she says hotly, “I’ll remember when it’s my turn.”
“Gazzella, the second your lips wrap around my cock I’m going to come down that little throat of yours and I’ll make sure you swallow every last drop.”
Something transforms on her face. Her pupils are blown wide. Those breaths of hers turn to rapid pants. Her tongue peeks out to lick her bottom lip. “You can talk dirty?”
“I suppose but I’m only speaking the truth.”
“Well, it’s hot,” she says breathily. The flush of her skin intensifies.
I raise a brow. “You like it?”
“Very much,” she confirms, knowing I need the clarification. It’s one of the reasons why I feel not only seen but understood by her. She automatically knows what I need and accepts me for it. How my questions always strive for clarity. Her understanding of the way my brain operates only magnifies her beauty to me.
Through her downy curls I run my finger along her slit. Her arousal drips down my fingers. “Fuck,” I groan. “You’re already soaking my fingers.” She mewls in response. “Can I taste you?”
“God, yes please.” Her voice is laced with desperation.
Knowing how much she gratifies from the pain I slap her pussy. A sharp cry pierces the air. I would think I hit a little too hard but more of her arousal bathes my fingers.
“Don’t plead to him. Beg me.”
“Jealous of the man upstairs?”
