His second hand swiftly snaked around my waist within my dress
skin to skin. I knew where his wondering hand was headed .
The other hand had me a bit surprised, poised and ready in
the direction of my need. Both had snaked around and paused at my abdomen,
moving to their desired locations.
His hands were large on my body making me feel so small in
his hold. Taking in another deep breath the debate in my head was waging. Yes,
he was an off limit.
One question sprung in my mind. What had Julie implied about him?
Yes, the deeper meaning was obvious; he was more like me.
He liked exerting control without the emotional
entanglements, so with that, he was free game. There was no concern of hurting
him, or him wanting, what I couldn’t give him. This
could work…I could use him. This one time and be done with it.
The debate was had and finished just as
his grip pulled me into him, his lips now on my back . The fear I held had my skin oversensitive has
his lips moved in a sensual hunger. Control, the one thing I held to, was now fleeting from my grasp.
Those wonderfully large hands now set to their goal. One up
and under my loosen bra swiftly taking my breast into his grasp kneading and
teasing my nipple. The second dropped down and into my panties, landing just at
my center; massaging me like his hand knew my body from experience. The moment his pinched my clit hard, I
gasped. My inner alarms started
screaming. Don’t let go, don’t give away the control.
“Your so wet Lillian.” his mouth worked my neck as hi
finger fell into my slits and straight to the center of my body. The shiver that ran through me, my evident I
had no control.
His breathing matched my own, labored. My body moved into
his matching the rhythm of his hand. I pressed my ass into his arousal, and my
head fell to his strong and broad shoulder as his lips moved to my neck ; nipping and licking. Oh, his tongue was good. This man
knew exactly, what he was doing.
Oh, and I was more than grateful. My blossoming desire was
fully heated and about to peak. Oh lords, so close. Letting go would be dangerous, but fuck he felt so good.
“More,”I moaned.
“My pleasure.” he rasped in my ear then sucked my lobe.
With full confidence, he stood me to my feet and released
my breast. Exulting his strength and need his hand ripped my dress down the
center exposing my entire back. Then lowered to my panties and again with swift
urgency he pulled them down.
“Grip the counter,” he ordered and I obliged. Control, yup he had
it. Shit, I was terrified but
intrigued. A sense of knowing hit me
hard. A weird, yielding sense of trust
with him took the place of fear.
His hand moved to my hip where he gripped it hard. My body,
responsive to his intent, I arched my back, accepting the invitation.
I could hear him unzip his pants and pull himself free. I
cocked my head to the side, just as I suspected, he was large, and much larger
than I thought would be possible. Oh shit, I would pay for this later, and knew
it. However, my greedy desire was more than willing, caught up, I craved. I needed him in me. I needed him to fill me and I craved it in
such a way that I would do just about anything in this moment to fill that
need.
Feeling him at my core, Charlie’s fingers preceded him,
circling just at my opening. It was if he was preparing me for his size. Already soaked in anticipation, Charlie slid
not one, but two fingers inside. His
entrance, precise, perfectly working me into a frenzy. Obvious experience loomed, as he easily found
the cluster of nerves with reverence. Breathing hard, his body pressed against mine, working my arousal to an
impossible breaking point.
Whispering into my ear, “You’re so tight, cum for me
Lillian.”
That’s all
it took, a simple command and his heated breath on my neck, to push me over the
edge.
Before I knew it, his tip replaced his fingers and began a
slow push in.
“Oh,