Free Chastity Flame by K. A. Laity Page A

her cunt and she arched up in surprise and
delight while he sucked away at her straining clit.
    Damien made his hand move with
agonizing slowness, patiently pulling the fingers out, swirling
them around the opening, just barely inside, then plunging them
back inside. She felt him curve his fingers up, searching for her
g-spot while his thumb continued to stroke her clit and
lips.
    Chastity could feel the orgasm
beginning in her toes, still wet from his sucking, cool to the
air's caress. Her breath quickened. Her back arched and she felt it
coming. Of course he chose that moment to stop, to laugh and to
hold her thighs back down to the bed. "Not yet, missy!"
    "Oh, you bastard!" She laughed, but
she was ready to kill him. Damien stood up and took off the rest of
his clothes, then turned and tugged hers off, too. Chastity had
gotten used to the feeling of having her skirt scrunched up around
her waist, but it was better to be without the encumbrances. "Now
what?" she asked him, as he admired her body while rolling on
another condom.
    "Lie down on your side," he said at
last, as if he had considered all the possibilities. She did so and
he pulled her to the edge of the bed so he could remain standing as
he entered her. "Do I have to tell you how marvelous you feel?" he
asked as he slipped slowly inside her, groaning with
enjoyment.
    "It would be nice," she said through
gritted teeth, trying not to let herself come at once, although the
sensation was incredible.
    "You feel like a reward. Like silk,
like hot pudding."
    Chastity laughed. They groaned
together. He pressed down on her legs, making her tighter than
before, and grunted with the exertion of pushing inside her. "I
can't hold off much longer," she said, biting her lip.
    In response, Damien grabbed her leg
and turned her so she could wrap both of them around him. After
smiling down at her, resting just the tip of his prick inside her,
he grabbed her hips and began to drive into her as if a wild
madness possessed him. Chastity was coming with loud sobbing moans
at once, but he continued to thrust away until at last he began to
come, too, shouting his excitement loudly until he crumpled over
her, sweaty and breathless.
    When he got his breath back, he began
to kiss her breasts with great relish. His fingers held them up for
inspection and he moved his lips back and forth as if he couldn't
decide between the two of them. Damien looked up at her face and an
expression of surprise took over his eyes. "What is it?"
    Chastity blanched. "What?"
    "You had the strangest look on your
face," he said, eyes still on her as his mouth continued to circle
her nipples with determination.
    "I don't know what you mean," Chastity
said, almost certain that she was blushing somehow. "Must have been
heartburn," she said quickly. "I think I need a glass of
water."
    Damien stood up with a sigh. "Stay
there. I'll get you a glass."
    Chastity sat up and hugged her knees,
suddenly feeling out of sorts. She decided to get under the covers,
the better to feel less naked. When Damien returned, he noted her
changed position, but said nothing as he handed her the glass. She
smiled and took it, drinking down the water as if she had just
finished a marathon, but mostly so she didn't have to meet his
glance yet.
    The truth was she was
scared.
    Chastity realized that she had begun
to care about Damien, that she wanted to keep seeing him, that she
didn't already see that day when she would discard him. That had
never happened before. As soon as she slept with someone, she knew
whether she ever wanted to again (often not the case) and if she
would, just about how long it would last. It wasn't until that
moment, having experienced again an amazing chain of orgasms,
enjoying—even reveling—in his post-coital attentions, that Chastity
became aware of the fact that she had not even begun the
countdown.
    Panic gave her that funny look, the
one that even now Damien was probably contemplating. He slipped his
palm