I suck in a sharp breath as I feel him grip my hips, then pull me towards him so I’m forced to lean further forwards with my arms outstretched.
‘Move your feet wider apart,’ he says, his voice gruff and low.
I do this too, walking my feet further away from each other, aware that I’m now giving him easier access to do whatever it is he has planned for me.
There’s a beat of silence, where I’m profoundly aware of the rush of my blood and the ache of need between my legs.
Suspended in the moment, I give myself over to it, not moving or saying anything to break the spell.
I’m hyper aware of a rush of air behind me and I brace myself for being touched.
Even so, I start when he moves his hand between my legs and cups my pussy for a moment before turning his hand and sliding first one finger, then another inside me, pressing them forwards and down then crooking them till he finds the perfect sweet spot inside me.
I’mdelightedto find he’s not forgotten how to play my body to perfection.
Wrapping one arm around my middle, he presses himself against my back, skin to hot skin.
I actually groan with pleasure as he starts a gentle tugging motion with his fingers inside me, giving my g-spot the dedicated sort of attention I love, incrementally increasing the pressure and opening me up further to his exploration.
‘I seem to remember you liking this,’ he murmurs, his voice rough with pleasure.
‘Yeah, you’ve got a good memory,’ I pant.
He lets out a satisfiedha, which vibrates against my ear. ‘I have,’ he says, ‘luckily for you.’ But I hear the smile in his voice.
Cocky bastard.
His ego is the last thing on my mind right now though.
All my thoughts are centred around how amazing this feels, and I give in to it completely.
Bit by bit, he picks up the rhythm and I start to buck against him, the delicious edges of an orgasm beginning to grow and pull together deep within me. I’m close. Very close. So close now I can taste the dark pleasure of it in my mouth.
I’m nearly there.
Nearly.
And then he stills his fingers.
Theevilbastard.
I swear under my breath, utterly frustrated that I was so close to coming and that he’s not going to let me.
Not yet anyway.
He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, and I’d bet my life he’s loving every second of this sweet, sweet torture he’s putting me through.
I suck in a breath as he moves both hands to firmly cup my breasts, then slowly circles my nipples with the pads of his thumbs again. They’re so sensitive now I’m getting rushes of electrifying sensation straight to my pussy. It’s pleasure on top of pleasure and I’m so desperate for the feel of his cock inside me I’m letting out little whimpers of frustration.
As if he’s decided I’m wound up enough now, he moves back against me and I feel the rigid length of his cock press along the line of my pussy.
He’s so close. So tantalisingly close to where I need him to be.
There’s a moment of exquisite anticipation about what’s to come next, where I’m aware of how shallow my breathing has become and how fast my heart is racing.
And then he murmurs into my ear, ‘Okay. I’m going to fuck you now. Just the way you like it, Dasher.’
Then he moves back a few inches, lines us up and begins to push his cock inside me.
