Free Black Lipstick Kisses by Monica Belle Page B

My nipples were already hard, my need to be touched rising ahead of his eagerness, something so rare in men. With my breasts he gave me the same slow attention, caressing my skin through my dress, tracing the outline of each low mound and moving slowly towards the centre.
    I was moaning by the time he got to my nipples, my eyes shut and my mouth wide in bliss. The tension in my stomach was still there, but had died a little, and the need to rest was being slowly pushed down by that to let my legs come apart. His touches became a little firmer, almost a massage, at once soothing and arousing. I stretched, arching my back to lift my bottom from the bed and tugged up my dress, all the way to my neck, laying myself bare to him.
    Still he stroked, once more moving slowly lower with his hand as his body nestled up against mine. His mouth found my skin, kissing my shoulder, my breasts, my nipple, suckling on me. A shiver ran through me, prickling the skin of my neck and running down my spine. I wanted to touch myself, but as I moved my arms he took me gently by my wrists and raised them above my head. There was the tiniest, briefest touch of resentment, and then his hand had found the bulge of my pussy mound and I simply didn’t care.
    My thighs came apart, opening to his touch as he cupped my sex, one finger pressing the front of myknickers down between my lips. He began to rub, still suckling on my nipple, and before I really knew it I was pushing back, wriggling into his touch as he masturbated me. Only when I felt the hard hot flesh of his erection touch my thigh did I realise he had his cock out. Again I reached down, wanting to take him in my hand, and again my arm was gently put back above my head.
    This time his hand didn’t go to my pussy, but to my hip, pushing gently. I responded, rolling to the pressure and sticking my bottom out in the same movement. His hands found my pants, suddenly urgent, his patience at last gone. They were tugged down, baring my bottom. The hard shaft of his cock pushed between my cheeks, rubbing between them, the hair of his balls tickling my bottom hole. Again his hand found my belly, holding me to him. My leg rose, stretching my lowered knickers taut as I let him in, his hand to the bulge of my sex, his penis at my entrance, and in.
    Immediately I was gasping in ecstasy, held firm on his cock as he began to pump into me and to rub me all at once. I took my breasts in hand, cupping them and stroking my nipples as his lips found the nape of my neck, kissing and licking at my skin. I was going to come, held and taken there by the man inside me, my pussy already tightening as he began to pump hard and deep, and I was there.
    As it hit me I cried out, completely overcome by the sheer ecstasy of being brought so skilfully to orgasm as I was fucked. Even as my body went into frantic, jerking contractions the thought hit me that I was in the hands of a master, a man with a great deal of practice and dedication in the art of pleasuring women.
    Then I was coming down, my body still shivering tohis firm pushes, his cock seeming huge inside me, and rough, then suddenly smooth and he had come, groaning in his passion as he emptied himself inside me with deep, hard thrusts. His fingers now locked in the flesh of my hips, his teeth open against the skin of my neck, giving one last, delicious thrill at the thought of being vampirised as I was fucked, and it was over.
    I had to get back, because I was not at all happy about leaving Lilitu on her own all night. Stephen wanted me to sleep with him, but could see the sense in my argument and called a cab. He was well pleased with himself, almost preening as we drank a leisurely coffee. It had been good, but it hadn’t been me.
    All the way back I was thinking about it, and trying to work out why it didn’t feel right. He’d been generous, considerate, sweet; maybe a bit condescending and definitely controlling, but that shouldn’t have been