Free SECRET Revealed by L. Marie Adeline Page B

smattering of scars, a dramatic one on a pectoral, just below his rib cage. He noticed me noticing it.
    “I was a fencer,” he said.
    I raised an eyebrow.
    “A shitty one,” he added.
    I laughed. Naked, he began a slow crawl up my body. Now he was on all fours above me, his hair falling forward,and I pressed my whole self deep into the cushion below, shrinking, my nerves now on fire.
Could I go through with this
?
    “Touch my scar,” he whispered, taking my hand and bringing it to his warm stomach, now rising and falling with his own quickening breath.
    My fingers traced his soft line of hair, following the scar’s jagged ridge of flesh, then trailing it down to his erection, stiff and insistent.
    “Oh yeah,” he murmured, closing his eyes.
    I gathered him in my hands. The way he winced, his lip curling back, that’s what got me going. He stood up and tugged my ankles down, parting my legs around his knees. His kissed me, his body undulating over mine, both my hands now cupping his erection, caressing more urgently. He took my breasts into his hot, wet mouth and devoured them; this man was hungry for me. Looking down at my body through his disheveled hair, I knew where he was heading and what he wanted to do to me.
    He took me by the waist with both hands. He made the moment linger, before sliding them under my ass cheeks, lifting them lightly, reverently, his fingers going from soft to firm as he spread me open to begin his feast. His tongue found my groove, gathering my lips in his, slicking me down. It was shocking and incredible. What is it about a stranger that lets you abandon all your rules and regulations? Or maybe it was
this
particular stranger, all appetite and want.
    I moaned, my face pressed sideways into the pillows. The heat radiated through my body, made my skin pricklywith desire. I peeked over my breasts as he stopped and felt around with one hand for the condom packet, the other hand still beneath me, then brought it to his mouth. He ripped it open and slid it on. I squeezed my eyes shut and could feel the head of his erect cock prodding into me, inching in, all the way in, his hands now gripping my hips hard as he began his slow, gorgeous assault on me. I saw nothing else against the black backdrop of my eyelids, but I felt everything … So
this is what it’s like to be fucked hard and well by a beautiful man …

    And this is what it looks like …
    Later, in the safe confines of my bedroom, popcorn resting in a bowl next to me, the volume on my laptop low, I skipped fast through the stills Erik had taken of me, past the ones of me posing in the lingerie—some that I liked, some that made me wince and slap the screen shut. Then I came upon the naked shots, the ones with my legs spread, my whole body willing, eyes hungry.
Oh my god, look at me!
    I screamed into my pillow from joyful mortification.
    And then I queued up the video, fast-forwarding to the part where Erik opened my thighs wide, hovering over me for a second to take it all in, his back muscles flinching, the close-up as he dipped to lick and suck my clit, my fingers pushing through his hair, my eyes closed.
Holy Christ, the look on my face!
Pure sexual ecstasy. Here it was: the reason men like to watch.I
did
look delicious, didn’t I. His head between my thighs, and oh, when he turned me over onto my knees (a not unflattering angle, if I may say), how he fucked me furiously, and how I clenched and stiffened before I came. I was peering at all of this over the top of my sheets, my face lit by the blue screen, my eyes big like saucers.
    I made a sex tape! A fucking sex tape!
Then came the part where Erik pumped into me, harder and faster, mercilessly, the shaft of his thick penis inching in and out while his fingers dug shadows into my hips. I could tell exactly when I was coming on the video, and I was coming again, now, my own fingers retracing his path as I watched myself being watched by him, his eyes on my back, while he