was insane. This was also marvelous, this feeling, this weird and perfect
thing that was charging like a current through my body. He wasn’t even touching me
there
and yet I was losing a part of my consciousness. Two weeks ago I had no idea a world
like this existed, a world where sexy men knock on your door on a Wednesday night
andbring you to the brink of ecstasy without even touching you. But it was real and this
was happening—to me. This achingly beautiful man wanted to do this. To me!
I could have laughed and cried.
“Tell me what you want, Cassie. I have the power to give it to you. And I
want
to give it to you. Do you want me to kiss it?”
“I want you to,” I said. And then I felt his hot breath on me, as his lips brushed
my stomach. Oh my God, he trailed a finger down my stomach and then slid it inside
me.
“You’re wet, Cassie,” he whispered.
I reflexively placed one hand on his head and gently grabbed a fistful of his hair.
“You do want me to kiss your sweet pussy.”
That word again. Why was I so shy of it?
“Yes … I … want you to—”
“You can say it, Cassie. There’s nothing wrong with saying it.”
He flicked and probed with a single finger around the inside and outside of me.
Next, he placed his mouth on my stomach, and explored my belly button with his tongue.
He trailed along the same path as his finger, and found me there and licked and nibbled,
the whole time keeping his fingers circling around and just outside of me. I couldn’t
believe the sensation, like I was slowly going uphill in a roller-coaster, higher
and higher. I heard him moan, just slightly. Oh God, it was like a thousand nerve
endings were finally awakening.
“Cassie, I love how you taste.”
Really? Was that possible?
His hands began to move up the length of my legs, spreading them farther open on the
table. I had never felt so helpless, so vulnerable, before. I was exposed, all need
and want. I was powerless, and happy to be so. I was on the rim of a thousand explosions,
a million different sensations, and if he just kept going I would—And then he stopped.
“Why did you stop?” I cried out.
“You don’t want me to stop?”
“No!”
“Then tell me what you want.”
“I want to … come. Like this. Just like this.”
His tawny skin, that face … I lay back down and covered my face with my hands again.
I couldn’t watch. Then I couldn’t
not
watch. Suddenly I could feel something hot and wet circling my left nipple. His hand
cupped the other breast firmly. His mouth was warm. He sucked and pulled on me, while
his free hand left my breast and traveled back down over my quivering stomach, past
my pubic bone and beyond. This time he slid two fingers inside me, gently at first,
then urgently. Oh God, this felt so good! I tried lifting my knees to arch my back.
“Lie still,” he whispered. “You like that?”
“I do, I like it so much,” I said, throwing my arm up over my head, grabbing the top
of the table. He stopped moving his fingers. Then he stood over me for a second, and
took me in.
“You are beautiful,” he said.
Then he leaned over and placed his tongue on me again. He kept still for a hot, quivering
second, while his breath blew life into me. Involuntarily, I pushed into his face.
He could sense my need and started to lap at me, slowly at first. Then he used his
fingers again. With the weight of his mouth and tongue on me, he licked me again,
releasing his juices and mine. I could feel all the blood in my body shoot straight
down there. Oh sweetness, this was so crazy! An incredible surge ran through me, a
storm of something I couldn’t stop. He released his hands up to my breasts, while
his tongue circled me at a perfect rhythm.
“Don’t stop!” I heard myself say.
It was all too much. I squeezed my eyes shut. The beautiful feeling just built and
built, and I was coming hard against his face and
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