“Would you like a lesson?”
I was surprised at her suggestion, uncertain how to react. The gesture was genuine, just like the woman, yet I was stiff, even tense. “I might have many talents, but assure you it’s not with art.”
“Be adventurous. Come join me. I’ll be here every step of the way.”
“Hmm… Why don’t I trust you?”
“Now that’s not a very nice thing to say. I won’t bite. Yet.” She laughed while motioning with a tilt of her head.
“Alright, but don’t you ever tell me I didn’t warn you. I’ll ruin the piece.”
“A little hint. It’s clay. It can be remolded. Now, sit behind me.”
I shoved my sleeves up before crowding her space, easing my legs around hers. The slender bench forced me to push the full weight of my body against her. If she couldn’t feel just how attracted to her I was, I’d be shocked. My cock was rock hard.
“Wrap your arms around me and give me your hands.”
“You sound like a teacher,” I told her, finding it difficult not to nuzzle my face into her neck. The chosen perfume was a perfect combination. Lightly floral with a hint of spices, a touch of citrus, and an exotic feel that created several sadistic images.
“Just a woman with a whip and a bat located in her closet. I’d keep that in mind if I were you.”
How could I not laugh when spending time with her? She was a delight in every way. Challenging in one moment, defensive of her beliefs in another, and absolutely adorable in yet another. The combination kept me on my toes. But I offered her my hands. After placing hers on mine, she placed all four on the clay.
“It’s warmer than I expected.”
“To help mold the clay. Like with the game, a light touch at least at first. Feel the clay. Enjoy the way the medium slips through your fingers.” With her voice seductive as well as firm, she offered a few additional instructions as we created a vase, the oblong shape as fascinating as the woman.
My balls throbbed as her scent infused my senses. I was completely intoxicated and certainly not because of the volume of alcohol. Our hands were covered in clay and I sensed I was adding too much pressure. Paying attention to the pottery was becoming a dangerous proposition. She was far too enticing.
She pushed her elbow into my stomach. “Pay attention.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I tried. I really did, but the feeling of her warm body and the way her pulse thrummed in the side of her neck was too much of an attention grabber. I was hot and horny, incapable of concentrating.
Fleur turned her head slightly, taking labored breaths. “You’re going to cause it to collapse.” Her voice was little more than a soft whisper.
“I’m not trying to.”
“I’m not so certain.” She pressed our hands together until the vase wobbled on the wheel. Seconds later, it collapsed altogether. As soon as it did, the wheel began to slow, several drops of clay splashing against us.
She tilted her head back, laughing. “I guess I’m not a very good teacher.”
The draw to her was too intense, the need unfathomable. I’d wanted to honor her wishes. Doing so had been my full intention, but being this close, the desire had becomeuncontrollable. I pressed my wet hand across her forehead, twisting my body until I was able to crush my mouth over hers.
She gripped my arm, her body stiffening at first. With her fingers digging in, I had a terrible feeling I’d crossed a line that couldn’t be reversed. And that didn’t bother me in the least. My hunger knew no bounds and there was no chance of keeping me from taking what I wanted.
I was no longer interested in being tender. That had never been in my nature, but with her, I’d experienced a handful of different aspects of the passion dwelling within. More prevalent than the simple carnal need of devouring her was protecting her. I didn’t care if Randy had been a good old boy with a healthy desire. She deserved much better in her life.
And by God, I planned on providing it.
Long after I ravished every inch of her.
While the kiss was powerful, stroking my dominance the way I was doing with her tongue, the intensity of my yearnings was already out of control.
She clung to me, wrapping one arm around my neck. I dragged her off the bench, pulling her to her feet. She twisted until she was facing me, both arms wrapped around me. Soon, we’d both be covered in clay and I certainly didn’t mind.
As soon as I pulled our lips apart, she licked hers, the soft moan a sweet rhapsody. I dragged my knuckle from one side of her jaw to the other, marveling in the softness of her skin. While I’d love to spend additional time exploring every inch, the pinch of my dick against my trousers was something I couldn’t ignore.
With my hand firmly wrapped around her neck, I tilted her head, dragging my tongue across her jaw, nipping her earlobe before whispering my intentions into her ear. “I’m going to defile every inch of you. I’m going to make you hot and sweaty, begging for more as you scream out my name. When I’m finished, I’ll start again. And again. Until you’re left spent and satisfied, covered in my cum yet hungry for more.” As I pulled my head away, I felt another rush of pressure between my legs.
