Free Access All Areas by Alice Severin Page B

shoulders. He was faster though, and his hands grabbed mine. His fingers circled my wrists and held them, firmly. “No,” was all he said, and he looked away from me for a moment. My heart failed. Rejection? Already? My blood was pounding, everywhere. I looked at him, about to speak.
    He brought each of my hands to his mouth, and kissed them. “You’ve been mistreated. Someone’s made you feel you had to do all the work. They misunderstood you.” He laughed. I stared at him. He held my wrists tighter. “What if I saw something in you that would respond to me?” He pulled me closer, the current running through me intensifying. He suddenly pulled me up by my wrists onto his lap and put my arms around his neck. He held me to his chest, and moved his lips to my neck, beginning a series of warm kisses and bites. I could feel the rough wetness of his tongue, as he slid up to my ear. I shuddered involuntarily. “That’s it. That’s what I want from you. Nothing else. Just hold on.” And he pulled me more tightly to him, until I couldn’t avoid feeling his arousal, evident even through his jeans. I made as if to move, but he pushed my hips down against him. “You won’t break me, darling. I like it, I like the way you feel on me. Very much. You can feel that, right?”
    He bit me again, and the warmth between my legs felt like a flood. He moved me again slightly, and I was just where I could feel him, warm and rock hard against where I was wettest. I lifted my head. I wanted to see his eyes. He seemed to know this, and moved his kisses around to my cheek, then held me away from him for a moment, staring at me. “Please,”…I didn’t know what I was saying. The hypnotic quality in his eyes was back again. “What?” His voice insistent. “What? Tell me what you want. Never lie to me.” His jaw was set.
    I faltered. “It’s not much…please kiss me…I want to feel your mouth…” He stopped my words by pulling me down on his cock again, which had shifted, pointing towards his stomach, the shape and size of it clearly visible. So all those rumors were true, I thought for a moment. Another burst of wetness flooded out of me and I wondered if I was soaking him through our jeans. He moved me slightly, and I shut my eyes again, shaking. Then without warning, his mouth was on mine, gentle, biting my lips, then pressed against me , his full lips overpowering mine, changing pressure, first nipping at me expertly, now full against me. He moved his tongue, softly slowly against me, looking to enter. He pushed in the tiniest of amounts then ran his tongue over my mouth. I gasped again, and he took advantage to invade my mouth, exploring, It was like being fucked—and the second I thought that he rolled his hips against me. This time we both groaned. He stopped for a moment and leaned his forehead against mine. “Fuck me, when you do that it makes me want to come.” He plunged into my mouth again and I fought back, licking his mouth, that mouth which seemed to respond to everything instinctively, wanting to touch. Our breathing was like the need, insistent, repeating, endless. He suddenly stopped and lifted me up again. “Get on me.” And he moved my legs so that I was kneeling on the seat, spread over him. He pulled me down, hard, and I moaned. I felt like I was burning, something was taking over my entire body, I had no thoughts. He did it again. “My god,” he murmured into my hair. “Imagine what it’s going to be like when we actually fuck, darling.” I closed my eyes. I didn’t know what was going to happen and didn’t care. And then he began to rotate his hips in a kind of dancing samba like motion, and his hands went around my waist moving down to hold my hips, designing ticklish patterns over my ass, then pulling me to him, tighter. I moaned from the increased pressure. It was like torture, close, so close, but not close enough, then he pulled me to him so hard it almost hurt. A sort of sharp pain and