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caressing my own tongue, his urgent need burning through the touch of his hands, his fevered kiss, the solid weight of his erection pressing against my stomach.
Oh God I wanted him so badly.
His hands traveled down my body – not light and soft, but hard and frenzied. He grabbed my ass, pulling my pelvis tight against him.
I was burning up in his arms, about to faint.
I broke away from his kiss, my hands pressing against his bare chest.
He stared at me, confused and still scowling, though I knew it was desire and not really anger.
“Take me,” I begged him. “Take me now.”
Suddenly, that grin came back.
Like he knew he had me.
Like he knew he’d won.
Then the grin faded back to dead seriousness.
“No,” he whispered, and shook his head. “Not yet.”
17
He took me by the hand and pulled me roughly towards the nearest window. Or should I say, the nearest full-length wall of glass. Outside, the lights of LA glowed softly in the darkness.
“What – ?” I started to ask, but he answered by positioning me two feet away from and facing the glass. Then he stepped behind me.
I was about to ask again what the hell was going on when I felt his fingers between my shoulder blades.
The clasp came undone and my bra loosened. He nuzzled my neck, and I gasped with pleasure and closed my eyes. As his lips grazed the edge of my ear, he slid the straps off my shoulders, and my bra slipped to the floor.
His muscular arms reached around me, engulfing me. His warm skin pressed against me, slid softly across mine. I felt the firmness of his chest and stomach next to my back, and the hardness of his manhood pressing against my backside.
Then his hands reached up under my breasts, cupping them, supporting them, caressing them. I moaned as he played with their weight, then brushed his fingertips around the outer curves and up along the tops of my breasts. He circled slowly in towards the nipples, which he rubbed and pinched very, very lightly between his fingers, making them even more erect than before (and making me moan even louder). Then he grasped my breasts forcefully in his hands and pressed me hard against his body as he kissed my other ear.
I was almost weeping with desire and pent-up frustration.
He forcefully lifted my arms up and planted my palms against the glass, so that I was leaning forward slightly, my weight supported by my arms.
He squatted behind me and pulled my panties down to the floor. My face burned red because I knew they were soaked. I was wondering what he thought of that when I felt his hands rough against the insides of my thighs, forcing them apart. By the time he was finished, my legs were quite a bit further than hip-width apart, and my ass was sticking out in the air. I could just imagine him standing up and taking me from behind, that glorious member of his penetrating me and filling me up.
Oh God yes please PLEASE
But that’s not what happened.
I felt something warm, wet, and soft caress the inside of my thigh.
I gasped and looked over to the side.
He was still squatting between my legs… and he was licking me.
From behind.
Oh… my… GOD.
The sensations were incredible. And excruciating. His tongue was still teasing me – not even touching my… um, the main event. Just softly grazing the edges of my lips down there, and licking the place where my legs joined my torso.
I was whimpering, it felt so good.
And I desperately wanted him to lick me totally and completely, up and down, all over.
But embarrassment and self-consciousness reared up inside me. I don’t know about you, but when previous boyfriends had given me oral sex (the relatively few times they had done it, compared with how often I had done it for them), I was always on my back on a bed, and they were always lying between my legs. The missionary position of oral sex.
I had never, ever been in this position before.
All the insecure little voices in my head began whispering at once:
He’s got his head
Oh God I wanted him so badly.
His hands traveled down my body – not light and soft, but hard and frenzied. He grabbed my ass, pulling my pelvis tight against him.
I was burning up in his arms, about to faint.
I broke away from his kiss, my hands pressing against his bare chest.
He stared at me, confused and still scowling, though I knew it was desire and not really anger.
“Take me,” I begged him. “Take me now.”
Suddenly, that grin came back.
Like he knew he had me.
Like he knew he’d won.
Then the grin faded back to dead seriousness.
“No,” he whispered, and shook his head. “Not yet.”
17
He took me by the hand and pulled me roughly towards the nearest window. Or should I say, the nearest full-length wall of glass. Outside, the lights of LA glowed softly in the darkness.
“What – ?” I started to ask, but he answered by positioning me two feet away from and facing the glass. Then he stepped behind me.
I was about to ask again what the hell was going on when I felt his fingers between my shoulder blades.
The clasp came undone and my bra loosened. He nuzzled my neck, and I gasped with pleasure and closed my eyes. As his lips grazed the edge of my ear, he slid the straps off my shoulders, and my bra slipped to the floor.
His muscular arms reached around me, engulfing me. His warm skin pressed against me, slid softly across mine. I felt the firmness of his chest and stomach next to my back, and the hardness of his manhood pressing against my backside.
Then his hands reached up under my breasts, cupping them, supporting them, caressing them. I moaned as he played with their weight, then brushed his fingertips around the outer curves and up along the tops of my breasts. He circled slowly in towards the nipples, which he rubbed and pinched very, very lightly between his fingers, making them even more erect than before (and making me moan even louder). Then he grasped my breasts forcefully in his hands and pressed me hard against his body as he kissed my other ear.
I was almost weeping with desire and pent-up frustration.
He forcefully lifted my arms up and planted my palms against the glass, so that I was leaning forward slightly, my weight supported by my arms.
He squatted behind me and pulled my panties down to the floor. My face burned red because I knew they were soaked. I was wondering what he thought of that when I felt his hands rough against the insides of my thighs, forcing them apart. By the time he was finished, my legs were quite a bit further than hip-width apart, and my ass was sticking out in the air. I could just imagine him standing up and taking me from behind, that glorious member of his penetrating me and filling me up.
Oh God yes please PLEASE
But that’s not what happened.
I felt something warm, wet, and soft caress the inside of my thigh.
I gasped and looked over to the side.
He was still squatting between my legs… and he was licking me.
From behind.
Oh… my… GOD.
The sensations were incredible. And excruciating. His tongue was still teasing me – not even touching my… um, the main event. Just softly grazing the edges of my lips down there, and licking the place where my legs joined my torso.
I was whimpering, it felt so good.
And I desperately wanted him to lick me totally and completely, up and down, all over.
But embarrassment and self-consciousness reared up inside me. I don’t know about you, but when previous boyfriends had given me oral sex (the relatively few times they had done it, compared with how often I had done it for them), I was always on my back on a bed, and they were always lying between my legs. The missionary position of oral sex.
I had never, ever been in this position before.
All the insecure little voices in my head began whispering at once:
He’s got his head
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