I whimper at that, the images his words conjure.The idea of being at his mercy, of surrendering completely to his touch, his desires, is thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.I’ve never wanted anything so badly, never felt so consumed by need.
He releases my wrists and I immediately reach for him, my hands greedy for the feel of his skin.I trace the hard planes of his chest, the ridges of his abdomen, marveling at the way his muscles flex under my touch.His breathing roughens as my fingers dip below the waistband of his jeans, teasing the sensitive skin there.
“Sarah,” he growls, catching my hands again.“Behave.”
The command in his voice sends a shiver through me, arousal and obedience warring in my veins.I want to please him, to earn his praise, even as I ache to explore every inch of his body.
He steps back slightly, his eyes dark with promise.“Finish undressing for me.”
My hands tremble slightly as I reach behind my back, unclasping my bra.It falls to the floor, leaving me bare from the waist up.I hook my thumbs into my dress and underwear, pushing them down over my hips until they pool at my feet.I step out of them, kicking off my heels at the same time.
I stand before him completely naked, my skin prickling with awareness under his intense gaze.“Oh, very good.”
He does a slow circle around me like he’s inspecting me and the heat in his eyes makes me feel powerful, sexy, even though he’s more clothed and in full control.Then he sits in an armchair nearby, his thighs splayed wide.“Come here.”He pats his knee.
I cross the space between us on trembling legs, my heart pounding in my throat.The plush carpet feels luxurious under my bare feet.When I reach him, he takes my hand and guides me down onto his lap, my knees straddling his muscular thighs.The denim of his jeans is rough against my sensitive skin.
His hands skim up my sides, over my rib cage, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts.I shiver, my nipples tightening into aching peaks.He cups my breasts, weighing them in his palms, rolling the sensitive tips between his fingers.Pleasure sparks through me and I arch into his touch with a gasp.
“Look at me,” he commands softly.I open my eyes, meeting his intense gaze.His pupils are blown wide, nearly eclipsing the rich brown of his irises.“I want you to watch me touch you.I want you to see how much I enjoy your body.”
He dips his head, drawing one nipple into the wet heat of his mouth.I cry out at the sensation, my hands flying to his shoulders for balance as he suckles me, grazing me lightly with his teeth.The pull of his mouth, the swirl of his tongue, sends jolts of electricity straight to my core.Wetness pools between my thighs and I grind down against him, desperate for friction.
His hands slide down to grip my hips, holding me in place as he lavishes attention on my breasts, alternating between gentle sucks and sharp nips that make me gasp and moan.I tangle my fingers in his hair, holding him to me, lost in the exquisite sensations he’s evoking in my body.
“Please,” I whimper, not even sure what I’m begging for.More, everything, anything he’ll give me.
He releases my nipple with a final lick, looking up at me with eyes gone nearly black with desire.“Please what, Sarah?Tell me what you need.”
I struggle to form words, my mind hazed with pleasure.“I need ...I need you to touch me.I’m aching for you.”
A wicked smile curves his lips.“Where do you ache for me, sweet Sarah?Here?”His hand skims down my stomach, fingertips brushing through the neatly trimmed curls at the apex of my thighs.I gasp and my hips jerk forward involuntarily, seeking more contact.
“Yes, there, please...”
“Such a needy little thing,” he purrs, fingers drifting feather-light over my heated flesh.“So wet for me already.I’ve barely touched you and you’re dripping.”
He parts my folds with one finger, circling my entrance teasingly.I whine and try to rock down onto his hand but he stops me with a firm grip on my hip.“Ah-ah, patience.I want to savor this.”
Slowly, maddeningly, he eases one long finger inside me.My head falls back on a moan as he fills me, stretching me deliciously.“Oh, God...”
“That’s it, let me feel you,” he encourages, pumping his finger languidly.“So tight, so perfect.Your body was made for this, Sarah.Made for pleasure.”
He adds a second finger and my inner muscles clench greedily around the welcome intrusion.He strokes me from the inside, curling his fingers to hit a spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.Pleasure builds rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter in my core as he works me with expert skill.His thumb finds my clit, rubbing firm circles that send me hurtling toward the edge.
“That’s it, let go for me,” he urges, his voice low and rough with desire.“Come on my fingers, Sarah.I want to feel you shatter.”
His words are my undoing.The coil snaps and my orgasm crashes over me in intense waves.I cry out sharply, my body shaking as I pulse and clench around his fingers buried deep inside me.He works me through it, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure until I collapse against his chest, spent and gasping.
“Good girl,” he praises, pressing a kiss to my damp temple.“Such a good girl.You’re so beautiful when you come undone.”
I can only whimper in response, my body limp and tingling in the aftermath.He holds me close, stroking my back soothingly as I float down from the high.
After a moment, he shifts me off his lap, standing me on wobbly legs.He rises too, and the evidence of his arousal strains against the front of his jeans.And the evidence of mine is there in a wet spot on his thigh.
Heat washes through me at the sight and he seizes my cheeks between his hands in a tight grip.“No shame here, Sarah.Now we’re going to shift gears.Try some new things.But first, he trails his still damp fingers down to pat against my lips.“Clean off my hand so I’m ready for the next round.”
White hot need bursts through me.“Okay.”
