He released my hands. His fingers snaked a fiery path up my arms, to my shoulders, and down my back until he reached my thighs. My skin responded to his lingering touch. It flamed on arrival and glowed in the aftermath. His other hand slid under my chin and angled my head, directing me as his lips covered mine in a kiss filled with slow licks, deep penetration, and finally tiny nips.
In contrast, his hand on my thigh moved to the inside, flaring over the sensitive skin with patience I admired. The tingle between my legs grew stronger, heavier, more demanding. When he broke the kiss, I whimpered my displeasure.
“Do you touch yourself?” Hot color flooded my cheeks. I debated whether to be honest, or not. “No need to be shy. I am going to see all of you.” I nodded. “Come.” With his hand on my back, he guided then lowered me to sit at the edge of the bed. I reached down to remove my heels. “Leave them.” I straightened. “Take off your panties.” I cocked my head, listening for his movements. It sounded like he stood in front of me or sat in the chair. I did as he asked yet kept my legs tightly closed. “I want you to touch yourself, Sia.”
My mouth dropped, lips a perfect ‘o’, then asked, “Now?”
“Do you want me to touch you?” his husky voice resonated around the room. Biting the corner of my lip, I hesitated. Despite the need wading its way through my heated body, I was self-conscious. But I wanted his hands, his lips on my body. The ache between my legs intensified. I nodded. “Then show me where you want me to touch you,” the deep baritone a tantric calling. “How do you want me to touch you?” There was a gentle firmness to his words and I wanted to obey.
My breasts felt heavy. As if desiring his hands, his tongue, his teeth. The thought of Prince’s strong fingers caressing my nipples had my pussy clenching with anticipation. But I wasn’t going to have him. Yet. I had to show him what I wanted, and my pussy tingled, begging for relief. The orgasm I’d given myself after meeting him in the bar two days ago seemed an eternity between then and now, and not even close to the satisfaction I was sure he could provide. Way too long.
Closing my eyes behind the blindfold, I imagined what it would feel like if he was right next to me, thick fingers massaging my inner thighs—if my hands were his instead.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded. Entranced by the gravelly voice, I complied.
I leaned one hand behind me and widened my legs, the position arched my back, pushing out my breasts and baring my pussy to his gaze. My nipples beaded under my bra, tender and hard, knowing he watched. Lifting my free hand, I grasped and kneaded the plump flesh through the thin material, pulling and pinching each nipple as if they were his hands, his mouth, his teeth. Every nerve cell spiked heightened to the play. My pussy muscles tightened—in flagrant need of being filled. I responded, giving myself what I wanted.
With a slow, steady breath, I trailed lazy fingers over my abdomen down to where piquant heat and wet folds waited for my touch. I slipped my hand between my thighs, and without pause, thrust two fingers within, plunging them inside me with deep, even strokes. I couldn’t stop the groan, “Oh, God.”
Thrusting in and out, as warm blood gushed through my veins, pooling in my lower belly, stirring my orgasm. I gasped for air, drawing in harsh mouthfuls as my need overtook my shyness. I no longer cared that he watched me. All I wanted was him, inside me, fucking me hard. God, I was so close. Yet, it wasn’t enough. I need more. I needed him. I closed my legs as the throb peaked.
“Open your legs, Sia. I want to see that swollen pink pussy,” Prince ordered, his voice hoarse, almost strained as though he was holding himself back from release.Oh, God.My teeth sank into my lower lip. The idea of him stroking his cock while watching me prompted another flash of heat. I groaned.
Using my thumb, I circled my clit as I pushed deeper inside me, curling my fingers up until they hit that perfect spot, imitating the ministration of a skilled lover I knew Prince would be.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Princess,” the words vibrated through my aroused body, giving me the reprieve I needed.
Throwing my head back, I crashed. Breathing hard as my orgasm slammed my body in a hot release, bringing white spots to the back of my lids. My body shuddered, quick, tiny jerks of satiation. It took me a minute or so to regulate my breathing, but when it did, I couldn’t believe what I’d just done—not touching myself, but that I’d done it with him watching me.
“You’re stunning when you come,” Prince’s words rolled over my flushed skin provoking another awakening in my pussy I didn’t see coming. He stood between my spread legs. His thick fingers closed around my throat, the grip tight but not cutting off my air. The girth pushed up my chin while his other hand tangled with the hair at my nape. I leaned back on both my hands to prevent falling over, stretching my body upward on all fingers, greedy for his touch. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispered against my lips before attacking my mouth with a volatile hunger. My inhales sped up, sharpening and spiking. His exhales, ragged and harsh, drew rumbles of satisfaction from his throat. God, I’d been kissed but never with this intensity—raw, primal hunger seized my senses with each sweep of his expert tongue, consuming the very essence of my soul. Pure need hummed through me.
He lowered me to the bed, following with his body. His weight pressed me into the mattress, his chest covering mine with hard muscle and warmth. I moaned on a delightful sigh, and he caught it with a penetrative kiss, his lips firm, aggressive, almost possessive, and I wasn’t about to complain. I gave him everything I had to offer.
Drake
SITTING IN A CHAIRa couple of feet away, it took controlled effort watching Sia touch herself. Her bronze skin radiant in the soft lighting. Ample tits plump over the cups of her black, strapless bra. Toned body tight in concentration. Long, shapely legs wide for my eyes. I loved watching her respond to my commands. I had complete control of her body, and I hadn’t even touched her yet. All I wanted was to push her back down to the mattress and slide my cock inside that beautiful pussy, pounding hard until I emptied myself in her.
