Stepping out of my trainers, I discarded my socks and shimmied off my training pants, my confidence growing as with each item her eyes darkened, her pupils dilating with her mounting desire. And then, as I reached behind my back to take hold of the bra clasp, I spied her breathing still and I knew I had her one hundred percent under my spell. I was doing this to her.Me!
A smile formed at my lips.
“Please,” she said, her voice almost a whisper now, her eyes burning into my chest as she waited for the fabric to drop.
“Your wish is my command,” I said, my lust-filled voice sounding foreign to my own ears.
Letting the bra slip to the floor, the cool air of the gym swept across my front, teasing my exposed nipples to tautened peaks once more, the thrilling sensation reigniting the warmth in my core.
Before me, Emma exhaled slowly, the appreciation in her gaze almost too much to believe.
“You are beautiful,” she whispered, stepping forward and reaching out to brush my hair back over my shoulders, her eyes scanning every last bit of me. “Tell me, have you ever been with a woman before me?”
I shook my head. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe. Fear that it would break the moment rendering me still.
She smiled. “So I’m your first...”
Her voice trailed off as she lowered her gaze, her eyes following her hands as she traced an exploratory path along my upper body, encircling each aching mound with teasing proximity, her caress getting ever closer but not quite upon the hardened peaks. The move agonizing, yet totally erotic.
“You see, the benefit of being with a woman is that we know what the other likes, we know just how to tease” — a hand brushed over the surface of one nipple and I gasped at the ricocheting shoot of pleasure — “we know just how to create such a burning within that it’s not just the act of coming that consumes you, but the whole process of getting there.”
Her mouth was so close to mine, I only had to tilt forward and I would be able to taste her, but still I didn’t dare...
“And since you are to be my slave...”
My eyes shot to hers. “Slave?”
“Oh, yes,” she said playfully. “I want my prize to be you as my slave, doing exactly as I ask, do you object?”
She knew she needn’t have asked, I was practically salivating at the thought as my whole body begged to be at this woman’s beck and call.
“No,” I whispered.
“Good,” she said, stepping back from me. “The next thing you can do is remove my clothing. That workout has left me rather hot and bothered.”
I could scarcely breathe for the thrill of it. I’d wanted to do this from the first moment I’d seen her: to undress her, totouch her, to have the freedom to enjoy her. And now she was commanding me to do it.
Tentatively, I raised my hands to her shoulders and hooked my fingers beneath her bra straps, reveling in the feel of her soft warm skin beneath them as, slowly, I stroked outward, forcing the straps down over her arms until the fabric resisted the move.
Mouth dry with anticipation, I left the straps and moved my hands inward to the top of each mound and with bated breath I slipped them beneath the taut fabric, savoring every bit of her soft, full flesh and then the sudden hardness of her pert nipples as they pressed into my palm. She moaned at the contact and I bit my lip against the surge of excitement rushing through me, the experience so new and intensely erotic.
Lifting her breasts from the restraint of the cups, I dropped my eyes to enjoy the sight of their now prominent position above the bunched up fabric. She was stunning. I couldn’t imagine ever getting enough of her. I watched my hands move over her, riveted by the sight, the feel and the effect I was having on her. I was desperate to grope her hard, to pinch at her nipples, to toy with her ... and then her words filled my mind...
Women know just how to tease.
Iwould know just how to tease.
With growing confidence, I let my instincts take over. Filling my palms with the soft, pliable flesh once more, I imprisoned their stiffened peaks between my thumb and forefinger, rolling them teasingly. The move milked sounds from her delectable throat that had me going wild with need and upping the ferocity of my caress. I crushed her lips with my own, my tongue joining hers in a fierce mating battle. The feel of her delicate, feminine tongue against my own, so different and so thrilling, had a fire coursing through me.
Desperate to taste every last bit of her, I worked her back against the weight machine, removing her bra as I went. Forcingher to sit, I tore my mouth from her own to trace a path along her neck, savoring her delicious saltiness as I went.
She was whimpering above me, one hand gripping at the machine, the other thrust into my hair. The experience so all-consuming, I never wanted it to end.
As I reached the peak of one pert nipple, I let my tongue trace around it, enjoying the dimpled flesh beneath, and then I flicked across the tip, loving how it made her buck for me. I did it again, repeatedly, and she began to squirm in the seat. I took up the other nipple with my hand, groping the swollen flesh with a mounting ferocity that mirrored the climbing madness inside.
“More, Abi, I need more!”
I smiled at her words, my mouth moving over the nipple to suck the entirety into the cavern of my mouth. She almost knocked me to the floor as her body undulated with the move and I pressed against her, holding her steady as both my hand and mouth continued to work her, the feel of her damp, hot pants as she started to rock against my torso driving me on.
