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reaction, and my legs drew together so very slightly as everything
below clenched hard.
His tongue danced over my most
sensitive flesh, dipping, stroking, lapping and twirling until
trembling suffused my entire body. I cooed and warbled as his
incredible tongue teased me to distraction. One moment it dove into
my well, the next it delicately lapped at my folds. Then it swirled
in complicated patterns over my clit before corkscrewing down the
thickly honeyed lips to do it all again. And all the time he
watched my face. The experience was one of the most intense I’d
ever known.
Finally he lowered his gaze to my slit.
His hand moved to cup my mound, and I nearly forgot myself and
wriggled against the flat of his palm. Dan was a master all right,
master of the tease. I wanted contact. Lots and lots of
contact.
One finger ran up and down, gently
parting my nether lips. “You’re getting swollen, baby,” he
whispered. “But I barely see your clit peeking out from the hood.
You’re not quite ready.”
I moaned, wanting to protest. I felt
very ready, thank you so much. And in such need.
His other hand covered the top of my
mound and rubbed in a slow circle. The motion pulled at my clit,
and he came close to touching the straining pearl. He sent a thick
finger into my hearth, and I cried out at the sweet penetration. He
pushed in and
out, his finger slick with my juices
but still managing a delicious friction that sent sparks flying
into my womb.
Dan added another finger after a few
strokes, and I groaned. He stoked the fire hotter and hotter,
suffusing me until my trembling grew to an uncontrollable quaking
that shook my whole body. A third finger had me tossing my head
from side to side, especially when he flexed all the digits to
spread the walls of my sex. It felt so good, but he kept completion
just out of reach, driving me insane. I made a beseeching sound,
which he ignored.
Instead he muttered, “Getting there,
baby girl. But let’s see what you think of this.”
His fingers pulled free of my clutching
sheath, and I did protest then. “Oh no, Sir, please don’t
stop.”
“Hush, Brandilynn.” His voice was
velvet over steel, and despite my desperation, I clamped my lips
together.
They flew apart again in a gasp as one
of his honey-slippery fingers circled my anus. The sensitive flesh
contracted with pleasure as he teased the puckered
rosette.
“Still no safeword,” Dan murmured, his
voice pleased. His finger settled at the tight entrance, and he
gently pressed in.
I closed my eyes in pleasure as he
breached the taboo orifice. For me, a submissive who wants to be
possessed completely by her lover, no greater surrender existed
than giving over this particular body part. The delight that comes
from such penetration is deeper, more satisfying in some respects
than vaginal sex can be. I know for some women anal play is only
painful, a man’s kink to be endured if allowed at all. For me the
pleasure is every bit as knee-unhinging as a G-spot
orgasm.
Dan probed carefully, stretching the
delicate tissue slowly, inserting more fingers as my body allowed.
His thumb flicked my clit from time to time, bringing bright
flashes of pure sensation over the deeper thrall of exploring my
back passage. I shivered, clenching my ankles harder than ever as
he drove me right to the edge of rapture.
When his fingers withdrew again, I
squeal-snarled at him. He chuckled. “Getting a bit bratty, aren’t
you, girl? I thought you were supposed to be
respectful.”
“You’re driving me crazy,” I whined. “I
can only take so much.”
“Then let me soothe you,” he whispered,
sliding up to crouch over me. His turgid flesh prodded my softer
bits, and I jerked my hips towards him with eagerness.
“Damn, Brandilynn,” he said, sinking
into me with a deep groan.
I barely registered the profanity as he
pressed deep, filling my hungry channel. I yielded easily to him
despite his length and girth and sighed with
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