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between his lips.
“Yes,” she hissed, her nails digging into solid muscle when she clutched his arms, leaning back when her bra hit the floor and he found her other breast with his mouth. “I’m sure.”
Nina would have thought when this opportunity presented itself, the moments would have been harried, but they weren’t. When Tammer came up and peppered her shoulder with open-mouthed kisses, she reveled in his slow touch, hungering for more of it. And when he looked up and stared her straight in the eyes then backed away, toeing off his shoes and unbuttoning his fly, she stepped out of one clog then the other before her fingers fumbled with her own jeans.
As the unfamiliarity of what should have been familiar swept over her, her first time came to mind and that delicious sense of knowing she was about to do something she really shouldn’t be but would anyway crept across her soul. When Tammer’s boxers fell and he stepped out of them, Nina’s jeans stuck at her knees as she stopped undressing to gape, aching at the sight of him, rigid and contracting.
How the hell could she want a man so badly that she wasn’t in love with? Wasn’t pledged to for life?
Unable to move, she blinked then looked up at him to find he stared equally as hard at her. She almost asked him what was happening between them, but before the words could leave her mouth, he swept her up in his arms and put her on the bed them proceeded to finish undressing her in a few swift, fluid motions. Once she lay completely naked, he pushed her legs apart and his head disappeared between them, the pad of his tongue hitting her clit with a bone-melting swipe.
God help her, desperation never looked good on anyone, but desperate was exactly the condition she found herself in when Nina grabbed the back of Tammer’s head with both hands and fisted his hair. Apparently taking it as a cue he’d found her button, he tended it with the utmost care and with more leisure than she’d have liked, setting her ablaze with a fire which burned slowly until she found herself in another state which she’d never found entirely becoming but Doms seemed to love. Nina resorted to begging.
“Please, please, Sir,” she managed as her chest heaved with the effort of drawing enough air. “Please, I want to come for you.”
Tammer not only ignored her request but drew back affording her one drawn out lick at a time as she writhed beneath him, every muscle twisted into a tight knot clear to her feet. Just when she wanted to scream as much from the frustration of him holding her at bay as from the pleasure of being held there, he lifted his head, slid up between her thighs, and sank into her, stopping after his initial invasion. While they lay panting that way, his arms trembling as he held himself still over, he touched his forehead to hers and groaned.
“Please, Sir,” Nina breathed against his lips which nearly skimmed hers and she once again had to remind herself not to touch.
Nodding, he began to move with the same guarded reserve he’d exercised with his mouth. With painstaking patience he coaxed Nina over the edge of reason and a wave of contractions tore through her. But where her instincts demanded she wrap her legs around him and draw him closer, hold him inside, with a frustrated growl, Tammer pushed off her so quickly Nina lost her sense of space until she realized he was upright on his knees and sticky warmth ran down her thigh.
Not often had she felt as incomplete as she did in that moment.
Disoriented, feeling cheated, and still struggling for air, she rolled to the side of the bed, leaving it for her bathroom. She flipped the light on and shut the door behind her before leaning on her palms on the counter and looking herself in the mirror, willing the tears threatening to erupt to stop mid-stream and retreat.
“Nina,” Tammer said softly, knocking on the door. “Sweetheart, you okay?”
“Uh, yeah,” she stammered, standing up and wiping away
“Yes,” she hissed, her nails digging into solid muscle when she clutched his arms, leaning back when her bra hit the floor and he found her other breast with his mouth. “I’m sure.”
Nina would have thought when this opportunity presented itself, the moments would have been harried, but they weren’t. When Tammer came up and peppered her shoulder with open-mouthed kisses, she reveled in his slow touch, hungering for more of it. And when he looked up and stared her straight in the eyes then backed away, toeing off his shoes and unbuttoning his fly, she stepped out of one clog then the other before her fingers fumbled with her own jeans.
As the unfamiliarity of what should have been familiar swept over her, her first time came to mind and that delicious sense of knowing she was about to do something she really shouldn’t be but would anyway crept across her soul. When Tammer’s boxers fell and he stepped out of them, Nina’s jeans stuck at her knees as she stopped undressing to gape, aching at the sight of him, rigid and contracting.
How the hell could she want a man so badly that she wasn’t in love with? Wasn’t pledged to for life?
Unable to move, she blinked then looked up at him to find he stared equally as hard at her. She almost asked him what was happening between them, but before the words could leave her mouth, he swept her up in his arms and put her on the bed them proceeded to finish undressing her in a few swift, fluid motions. Once she lay completely naked, he pushed her legs apart and his head disappeared between them, the pad of his tongue hitting her clit with a bone-melting swipe.
God help her, desperation never looked good on anyone, but desperate was exactly the condition she found herself in when Nina grabbed the back of Tammer’s head with both hands and fisted his hair. Apparently taking it as a cue he’d found her button, he tended it with the utmost care and with more leisure than she’d have liked, setting her ablaze with a fire which burned slowly until she found herself in another state which she’d never found entirely becoming but Doms seemed to love. Nina resorted to begging.
“Please, please, Sir,” she managed as her chest heaved with the effort of drawing enough air. “Please, I want to come for you.”
Tammer not only ignored her request but drew back affording her one drawn out lick at a time as she writhed beneath him, every muscle twisted into a tight knot clear to her feet. Just when she wanted to scream as much from the frustration of him holding her at bay as from the pleasure of being held there, he lifted his head, slid up between her thighs, and sank into her, stopping after his initial invasion. While they lay panting that way, his arms trembling as he held himself still over, he touched his forehead to hers and groaned.
“Please, Sir,” Nina breathed against his lips which nearly skimmed hers and she once again had to remind herself not to touch.
Nodding, he began to move with the same guarded reserve he’d exercised with his mouth. With painstaking patience he coaxed Nina over the edge of reason and a wave of contractions tore through her. But where her instincts demanded she wrap her legs around him and draw him closer, hold him inside, with a frustrated growl, Tammer pushed off her so quickly Nina lost her sense of space until she realized he was upright on his knees and sticky warmth ran down her thigh.
Not often had she felt as incomplete as she did in that moment.
Disoriented, feeling cheated, and still struggling for air, she rolled to the side of the bed, leaving it for her bathroom. She flipped the light on and shut the door behind her before leaning on her palms on the counter and looking herself in the mirror, willing the tears threatening to erupt to stop mid-stream and retreat.
“Nina,” Tammer said softly, knocking on the door. “Sweetheart, you okay?”
“Uh, yeah,” she stammered, standing up and wiping away
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