Free He Touches Me by Cynthia Sax Page A

intensity of his gaze. “Show me everything.”
    â€œOnly you see me.” I’m invisible to everyone else. I unhook my bra, allowing the delicate white cotton to fall to the floor. I run my hands over my slight curves, brush my thumbs over my tight nipples, and I tremble. “You promised to suck on my breasts tonight,” I remind him.
    Blaine’s eyes flash. “I always keep my promises.”
    â€œYes.” I pull my panties down, revealing my short brown curls and my pink pussy lips. “Will you fill me with your cock?” I spread my legs wide, allowing Blaine to look, to see everything. Is the driver sneaking a peak also? Is his cock as hard as Blaine’s cock is, my billionaire’s pants tented?
    â€œNot tonight.” Blaine denies me yet again.
    â€œDon’t you want to fuck me?” I slowly strum my wet folds back and forth, teasing Blaine, trying to tempt him. “I’ll be so tight around you. My virgin pussy will hug your big cock.” Can the driver hear us? Moisture trickles down my inner thighs.
    Blaine groans. “Patience, nymph.” He drops to his knees before me, positioning his broad shoulders between my spread legs. “Let me savor you.”
    He catches my face between his big hands and captures my lips, his kiss rough and demanding. I gasp and Blaine pushes his tongue into my mouth, invading my body with no delay, no hesitation, taking what he wants, and he wants me. He lashes my tongue as though punishing me for teasing him, and I accept his ruling, opening wider, our mouths meshing, becoming one.
    Blaine tastes of beef teriyaki, tangy with a hint of sweetness. He smells of sandalwood and musk, no trace of cigar smoke clinging to him. I grasp his jacket-­clad shoulders, holding onto him as he conquers and claims my mouth.
    He skims his fingers along my sides, caressing tantalizingly close to my breasts, and I shift, lifting my hips toward him, impatient for his touch. Blaine chuckles, his shoulders shaking. “You’re so eager.” He mouths over my chin, down my neck.
    â€œFor you.” I allow my head to drop back on the soft leather seat. “I’m eager for you, Blaine.” I thread my fingers through his soft black hair.
    He lifts my gold key, wrapping the ribbon around one of his hands, putting a gentle pressure on the back of my neck, securing me completely. I tremble, putting my body, my heart, my soul in his scarred palms.
    Blaine lowers his head, fastens his hot mouth over my left nipple and sucks hard. I scream, bucking against him, coming with one tug of his grim lips, passion drenching me as thoroughly as the thunderstorm I danced in. His cheeks indent as he ruthlessly works my nipple, extending my release. I hold him to my breast, floating on euphoria.
    Blaine releases my nipple with a juicy pop, my sensitive flesh red and raw, marked by his mouth. “You came from breast play,” he murmurs. “You are a treasure, Anna.” He wraps one arm around my waist and rests his cheek in the shallow valley between my heaving breasts.
    A treasure he watches. The black ribbon around my neck remains twisted between his fingers. Is he the only one who watches me? I lift my gaze to the partition. The driver hasn’t moved. He must have heard me scream, heard me come. He would have looked, seen me in the throes of release, my breasts bare and my pussy wet, open.
    Blaine licks my right nipple with his rough tongue, patiently reviving my desire flick by flick. I reach between us and rub my hand over the bulge in his pants, savoring his length, his girth, learning his shape through the cloth.
    He rolls his hips into my clumsy groping, helping me find a rhythm, and a flush of triumph sweeps over me. Blaine is finally allowing me to touch him, to help him find satisfaction. I stroke him, eager to please him as he has pleased me, to finally show him how I feel.
    â€œAnna.” Blaine pulls me onto the