Free Dark Desire (Erotic Short Story) by J. A. Bailey Page B

arms, placing her down onto the soft bed.
    She laid there, her
arms sprawled above her head, her chest still rising and failing with the
aftermath of her orgasm, and waited. For a second she thought he had left her,
but suddenly his hands came to either side of her head and his broad chest
pressed against hers.
    Clenching her eyes
shut, she explored him with her fingers, too scared to open them for fear of
ending their tentative connection. He wore a dress shirt, she guessed. The
crisp material fitted him perfectly, likely having been tailored to fit, and
she could feel small pearl buttons running down the centre of it. Jess wondered
if she would get the chance to see him in it. She surmised it would be quite a
sight if the feel of his lithe body was anything to go by.
    Fingering her way
up his arms, she stroked the undulating muscles that waited there under the
fabric, tense with unspent power. He seemed to want to her to take her time
getting to know his body as he remained still, hovering just above her.
    Spreading her hands
across his back, she delighted in the way each muscle flexed beneath her
fingertips. She moved her hands lower still and cupped at his buttocks through
his trousers. Expensive and tailored, she decided, to match the shirt.
    His breath warmed
her face and she realised his lips couldn’t be far away. She tilted her head
upwards, hoping to close the gap, desperate for a taste of this incredible man.
He rewarded her with the slightest brush of his lips against hers but as she
made a sound of protest he captured her lips swiftly with an intoxicating kiss.
His tongue played at her lips before seeking entrance, tangling with hers in a
fiery dance of passion.
    The stranger’s
kisses were drugging in their intensity, stealing all coherent thoughts from
Jess, and all she could think about was the feel of his solid body against
hers, pressing her deep into the thick sheets of the bed.
    He sucked on her
lips, biting playfully as he went, as his hands surrounded her face in a
movement that was almost loving, his thumbs brushing across her cheeks.
Deepening the kiss, Jess frantically grappled with his shirt, wishing it would
come free.
    The man chuckled. “Patience, angel.”
    She stilled her
hands with a groan as his lips left hers, leaving her feeling bereft. He
quickly dipped his head, drawing a nipple into his mouth and she moaned as his fingers
pressed almost painfully into her ribs as he feasted on her, flicking her rosy
tips with his tongue.
    Her hands clamped
him there, unwilling to let go of the sweet torture of his moist mouth on her
skin, but he easily broke free, kissing down her stomach. His fingers hooked
underneath her knickers, tugging them down, inch by inch, and she imagined what
she must look like to him, glistening and swollen under the pale moonlight.
    Apparently he
approved as he practically leapt onto her as he divested her of her underwear,
hurriedly thrusting his tongue into her damp cleft. Her bottom came off the bed
as she whimpered and his hands took the opportunity to cup them, lifting her to
him so his tongue could invade deeper. His teeth swept across her delicate softness
in an almost unbearable motion.
    Biting down on her
lip to prevent herself from begging, she gripped at the sheets as he tasted her
repeatedly. Never duplicating the same movement, he caused a well of tension in
her womb that just wouldn’t quite release. As soon as she neared completion, he
seemed to shift, making her want to scream in frustration.
    Jess felt him smile
against her as she barely supressed a scream by grabbing a pillow and
smothering herself with it. Cold air assailed her as he left her suddenly and
she waited, the pillow still covering her face.
    “Are your eyes
still closed?” he asked.
    “ Mmmh , mmmh .” Jess nodded under the pillow.
    He yanked it from
her grasp and Jess heard it fall to the floor, but she kept her eyes squeezed
shut, speculating as to what other tortures he had in mind for