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work.
On a Saturday, too.
“I should go… I should ,” he repeated, but then his lips kissed the thin skin of my chest, setting my heart on fire, “but the woman of my dreams just told me she loves me. So I don’t think I have any choice in this matter, not anymore.”
My hands wandered into his hair, my eyes still closed. His soft, blond curls were weightless and yet irrepressible. He brought my lips to his and opened my mouth with his tongue, slowly teasing me.
I felt so sick with desire, I had to pull away to catch some deep breaths and consciousness came crashing back to me when he picked me up in his arms and carried me to bed.
I couldn’t breathe with his hot hands on my thighs, my bottom, my back. Hot breaths in my ear as he kissed my hair.
After laying me down, he stood by the side of the bed to undress and I watched as everything came off. Suit jacket. Waistcoat. Shirt. Tie.
“Wait, please,” I begged.
I sat up on the edge of the bed and unclasped his belt buckle for him, slipping his fly down.
I pulled his trousers and his boxers past his bulge and he toed off his shoes. Everything came off and he reached down to pull his socks off too. The section of his body I faced as I sat on the edge of the bed was the most glorious of all body parts on all bodies I’d ever seen. His narrow hips had that sharp V indentation and his solid erection pointed sky high in front of a mass of blond fur on his pubic bone, a thinner, shimmering trail leading up to his navel. My heart pounded and I felt the same throb at my core. Reaching my hand out, I smoothed my palm along his length and cupped his balls gently. It seemed decadent of me to do it, but I brushed my thumb over his foreskin and licked away a pearl of juice he’d had there. I smiled with my eyes shut, savouring the earthy, salty taste of him.
“Beautiful,” I told him.
I stood and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, our bodies pressed together. We stared into one another’s eyes briefly before we shot together, arms tight, our mouths binding as one. He dug his hand into my hair and held my head in place, overpowering me with a joyful, triumphant kiss – his tongue dancing and tussling with mine.
He cupped my buttocks in his hands and lifted me, my legs wrapping around him instinctively.
“You ready for this?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Say, yes sir.”
“Yes, sir. Anything for you, sir.”
“I love you, Ciara. I think you’re magnificent.”
Breath was robbed from me so exquisitely, I could hardly breathe but I managed a cracked whisper of, “Thank you, sir.”
He walked us to bed and laid me down. I wanted him directly but he instructed, “Patience will be rewarded. Now, arms above your head.”
I did as he told me and lay back in my messy sheets, wanting to apologise for them – but this wasn’t the time.
He lay by my side and stroked his fingertips up and down my body, slowly stoking pleasure in the deepest pits of my groin.
Light-headed beyond belief, I whispered, “Red.”
Dante had a safe word, Daltrey, but I didn’t have one. The only other thing I knew he would immediately understand was red.
He didn’t move from where he lay but he stopped stroking my body.
“Ciara?” He looked befuddled, but not offended.
I gulped and blinked through the haze of euphoria gripping me.
“I need to come, sir. Right now. I might pass out or die otherwise. My lower back burns and my core feels like it does when I’m having a wet dream.”
Eyes wide, he repeated, “A wet dream?”
“Girls get them too, especially when they’ve been starved so long. It’s when everything feels too tight and you explode into a zillion orgasms without any touch at all. It can be very painful if it gives you cramp. I’d rather you made me come before I get cramp.”
“I want to take this slow. I’m afraid, Ciara.”
“Afraid of what?” I begged, squeezing my eyes open and shut, trying to control my need.
I almost put my hands over my
On a Saturday, too.
“I should go… I should ,” he repeated, but then his lips kissed the thin skin of my chest, setting my heart on fire, “but the woman of my dreams just told me she loves me. So I don’t think I have any choice in this matter, not anymore.”
My hands wandered into his hair, my eyes still closed. His soft, blond curls were weightless and yet irrepressible. He brought my lips to his and opened my mouth with his tongue, slowly teasing me.
I felt so sick with desire, I had to pull away to catch some deep breaths and consciousness came crashing back to me when he picked me up in his arms and carried me to bed.
I couldn’t breathe with his hot hands on my thighs, my bottom, my back. Hot breaths in my ear as he kissed my hair.
After laying me down, he stood by the side of the bed to undress and I watched as everything came off. Suit jacket. Waistcoat. Shirt. Tie.
“Wait, please,” I begged.
I sat up on the edge of the bed and unclasped his belt buckle for him, slipping his fly down.
I pulled his trousers and his boxers past his bulge and he toed off his shoes. Everything came off and he reached down to pull his socks off too. The section of his body I faced as I sat on the edge of the bed was the most glorious of all body parts on all bodies I’d ever seen. His narrow hips had that sharp V indentation and his solid erection pointed sky high in front of a mass of blond fur on his pubic bone, a thinner, shimmering trail leading up to his navel. My heart pounded and I felt the same throb at my core. Reaching my hand out, I smoothed my palm along his length and cupped his balls gently. It seemed decadent of me to do it, but I brushed my thumb over his foreskin and licked away a pearl of juice he’d had there. I smiled with my eyes shut, savouring the earthy, salty taste of him.
“Beautiful,” I told him.
I stood and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, our bodies pressed together. We stared into one another’s eyes briefly before we shot together, arms tight, our mouths binding as one. He dug his hand into my hair and held my head in place, overpowering me with a joyful, triumphant kiss – his tongue dancing and tussling with mine.
He cupped my buttocks in his hands and lifted me, my legs wrapping around him instinctively.
“You ready for this?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Say, yes sir.”
“Yes, sir. Anything for you, sir.”
“I love you, Ciara. I think you’re magnificent.”
Breath was robbed from me so exquisitely, I could hardly breathe but I managed a cracked whisper of, “Thank you, sir.”
He walked us to bed and laid me down. I wanted him directly but he instructed, “Patience will be rewarded. Now, arms above your head.”
I did as he told me and lay back in my messy sheets, wanting to apologise for them – but this wasn’t the time.
He lay by my side and stroked his fingertips up and down my body, slowly stoking pleasure in the deepest pits of my groin.
Light-headed beyond belief, I whispered, “Red.”
Dante had a safe word, Daltrey, but I didn’t have one. The only other thing I knew he would immediately understand was red.
He didn’t move from where he lay but he stopped stroking my body.
“Ciara?” He looked befuddled, but not offended.
I gulped and blinked through the haze of euphoria gripping me.
“I need to come, sir. Right now. I might pass out or die otherwise. My lower back burns and my core feels like it does when I’m having a wet dream.”
Eyes wide, he repeated, “A wet dream?”
“Girls get them too, especially when they’ve been starved so long. It’s when everything feels too tight and you explode into a zillion orgasms without any touch at all. It can be very painful if it gives you cramp. I’d rather you made me come before I get cramp.”
“I want to take this slow. I’m afraid, Ciara.”
“Afraid of what?” I begged, squeezing my eyes open and shut, trying to control my need.
I almost put my hands over my
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