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Authors: Tara Crescent
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“Gently.”
I reached across and lay my hand on his cheek, and his lips brushed my fingers. It felt soft and intimate. Like the calm aftermath of a storm.
My fingers found my folds, and I stroked my clitoris gently with just the tips of my fingers. My touch was feather-light. I wasn’t trying to make myself come. I was just pleasuring myself, exactly as Patrick had asked.
His mouth kissed a slow, deliberate path from my neck down to my shoulders, and up again. His stubble scratched slightly against my skin, and I whimpered in helpless desire. The pressure of my fingers increased almost imperceptibly, but Patrick noticed and shook his head.
“Slowly kitten,” he said. His fingers found the clasp of my bra, and undid them, then the bra was carelessly tossed across the room, and his hands cupped my breasts.
I sighed in pleasure, and rested my head on Patrick’s knees. “This feels nice,” I said, and he smiled at me. “Good,” he said.
He continued his gentle assault until I was writhing against him as helpless sparks of pleasure lit up my body. It was getting harder not to rock back and forth on the dildo. I bit my lip as I clenched my fingers to keep their touch on my clitoris feather-light.
“Ah,” he said, looking pleased. “Does someone want to come again?”
“Yes, please,” I said.
He laughed at me. “In that case, baby, stand up and sit on top of me.”
Oh god yes. I jumped up with alacrity, and he chuckled, a sound that trailed into a groan as my fingers held the crotch of my panties aside and I sank down on to his rock hard dick, still facing the camera. I ground against him, moving until his dick hit my g-spot, and then I pulled up, and lowered myself down again.
On the screen, I could see his hands splayed out on my hips, urging me to bounce on his cock. I was happy to take up his invitation. My fingers moved, unbidden to my clitoris, and Patrick laughed, a low, sexy sound. “Does my kitten need to come?” he asked, one eyebrow rising. I watched him on the TV screen, fascinated that the insanely good looking guy was touching me, fucking me.
“I do,” I breathed. “I need to come.”
“Then you should, sweet Lisa,” he said with a smile. He laughed. “Especially since I’m probably not going to last much more than a minute or so…”
I made eye contact with the Patrick on the TV screen, and I licked my lips. My hips sped up, my fingers circled my clitoris with increasing pressure. Tight spirals of need started winding their way through me, starting at my pussy and cascading through my entire body. I felt only lust as I watched my breasts jiggle on the screen.
His fingers clenched my hips hard, and he groaned as I ground down, and then I felt his come in me, and his orgasm tipped me into my own, and I screamed and flailed on him as I rode on a wave of pure desire until I found my release.
***
After a quick shower and a cursory brushing of my teeth, I lay curled up in Patrick’s bed, with him spooning me.
“So,” I started hesitantly. “What’s the deal here? Are you dominating me then? Am I supposed to pretend you aren’t?”
He laughed a mostly relaxed sound, and my heart eased at the lack of tension in his voice. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Therapy is helping, but I’ve grown used to keeping the insights from my session private.” He didn’t need to say anything more. During his eight-year marriage, his ex-wife had lied to him in all kinds of ways, almost making him swear off BDSM forever.
“I was definitely dominating you downstairs,” he said, his chin resting on my shoulder. “It’s getting easier.”
“But?” I asked.
He kissed my neck. “No buts. Just a plea for patience.” His hands tightened around my waist. “You’ve been unhappy all week.”
I nodded. “I don’t think I can live without the domination,” I said honestly. “I was building walls…” My voice trailed off before I said any more, but the words that I had left unsaid were
I reached across and lay my hand on his cheek, and his lips brushed my fingers. It felt soft and intimate. Like the calm aftermath of a storm.
My fingers found my folds, and I stroked my clitoris gently with just the tips of my fingers. My touch was feather-light. I wasn’t trying to make myself come. I was just pleasuring myself, exactly as Patrick had asked.
His mouth kissed a slow, deliberate path from my neck down to my shoulders, and up again. His stubble scratched slightly against my skin, and I whimpered in helpless desire. The pressure of my fingers increased almost imperceptibly, but Patrick noticed and shook his head.
“Slowly kitten,” he said. His fingers found the clasp of my bra, and undid them, then the bra was carelessly tossed across the room, and his hands cupped my breasts.
I sighed in pleasure, and rested my head on Patrick’s knees. “This feels nice,” I said, and he smiled at me. “Good,” he said.
He continued his gentle assault until I was writhing against him as helpless sparks of pleasure lit up my body. It was getting harder not to rock back and forth on the dildo. I bit my lip as I clenched my fingers to keep their touch on my clitoris feather-light.
“Ah,” he said, looking pleased. “Does someone want to come again?”
“Yes, please,” I said.
He laughed at me. “In that case, baby, stand up and sit on top of me.”
Oh god yes. I jumped up with alacrity, and he chuckled, a sound that trailed into a groan as my fingers held the crotch of my panties aside and I sank down on to his rock hard dick, still facing the camera. I ground against him, moving until his dick hit my g-spot, and then I pulled up, and lowered myself down again.
On the screen, I could see his hands splayed out on my hips, urging me to bounce on his cock. I was happy to take up his invitation. My fingers moved, unbidden to my clitoris, and Patrick laughed, a low, sexy sound. “Does my kitten need to come?” he asked, one eyebrow rising. I watched him on the TV screen, fascinated that the insanely good looking guy was touching me, fucking me.
“I do,” I breathed. “I need to come.”
“Then you should, sweet Lisa,” he said with a smile. He laughed. “Especially since I’m probably not going to last much more than a minute or so…”
I made eye contact with the Patrick on the TV screen, and I licked my lips. My hips sped up, my fingers circled my clitoris with increasing pressure. Tight spirals of need started winding their way through me, starting at my pussy and cascading through my entire body. I felt only lust as I watched my breasts jiggle on the screen.
His fingers clenched my hips hard, and he groaned as I ground down, and then I felt his come in me, and his orgasm tipped me into my own, and I screamed and flailed on him as I rode on a wave of pure desire until I found my release.
***
After a quick shower and a cursory brushing of my teeth, I lay curled up in Patrick’s bed, with him spooning me.
“So,” I started hesitantly. “What’s the deal here? Are you dominating me then? Am I supposed to pretend you aren’t?”
He laughed a mostly relaxed sound, and my heart eased at the lack of tension in his voice. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Therapy is helping, but I’ve grown used to keeping the insights from my session private.” He didn’t need to say anything more. During his eight-year marriage, his ex-wife had lied to him in all kinds of ways, almost making him swear off BDSM forever.
“I was definitely dominating you downstairs,” he said, his chin resting on my shoulder. “It’s getting easier.”
“But?” I asked.
He kissed my neck. “No buts. Just a plea for patience.” His hands tightened around my waist. “You’ve been unhappy all week.”
I nodded. “I don’t think I can live without the domination,” I said honestly. “I was building walls…” My voice trailed off before I said any more, but the words that I had left unsaid were
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