The way he touched me felt different. There was no hint of distraction, no hurried moves and my mind didn’t wander to other things to make myself enjoy the moment.
I didn’t appreciate how dangerous that was at the time. That anything that could surpass my fantasies spelt trouble. I soon stopped thinking even about that when his hand found its way under my panties and I felt the bare flesh of his fingers against my wet heated flesh.
I spread my legs without a second thought. Giving no thought to the fact that I’d only met this man a scant few hours ago. That I didn’t even know his name. None of that seemed to matter at this point in time.
All that mattered was the way he made me feel. The way my body strained to get closer. I had a moment’s fear that this might turn out like the others, a nice hot build-up that fizzles out mid-stream and leave me feeling empty.
But as soon as the thought came it disappeared. Because he chose that moment to work one, then two of his thick long fingers inside of me while moving onto the other until now abandoned nipple.
The double action was too much for my already dripping pussy and I writhed beneath his hand, letting him do as he pleased. I wanted him to go fast, but he went slow and I found that it was the best feeling in the world.
He touched me like he meant it. And the way he enjoyed me, made it easy to let go, to relax and enjoy all that he did to me. As bold as I am outside of bed there’s always a bit of shyness my first time with a partner. With him I didn’t feel any of that.
He didn’t touch me like I was an experiment or the lost wager in some dare. He touched me like a man, and what’s more than that, a man who liked what he felt.
So I didn’t have a problem spreading my legs open wider when he whispered for me to. Or again when he lifted me slightly off the bed to remove my dress completely.
I didn’t feel exposed when he reared back on his haunches to look down at me. The heat in his eyes made me feel desired, wanted. I bit into my lip when he placed both hands on either side of my panties and pulled.
I made a little yipping noise at the loud sound of silk tearing. He’d torn off my underwear. I couldn’t help it, it was so erotic I came. Not a big eruption, nothing like the mini meltdown I’d had in the elevator, but potent all the same.
I slapped my hands over my snatch and I guess he thought I was trying to keep him out, because he growled, “no”, at me before moving my hands out of the way. Yeah, there’s definitely something about him saying that word to me.
I got tingles running up and down my middle, centered between my thighs and an intense throbbing began in my clit that felt like a new heartbeat.
“Oh…” My mouth was partially open as I arched my back with my neck off the bed and my head pressed into the mattress beneath me. He smacked my clit with his bare fingertips and I knew he was going to be trouble.
He played my body like a violin and I now understood his concentration and the way he’d watched me from the moment I slid into the car across from him. He was learning me.
Heaven help me if he ever has more time than the hour or so we had before he brought me here to his bed. “Let me… I wanna touch you too.”
“No, not yet.”
No sooner had those words left his lips than he slid down between my thighs and lifted my ass in his hands, bringing me to his mouth. I twisted and turned in a bid to escape the intense pleasure, but he had too tight a grip on my ass for me to maneuver.
It was too much, too much too fast. But instead of pushing him away I grabbed ahold of his head and pulled him harder against my heated flesh. “Ohhhh….” It was the only word I could remember, the only sound I could make.
I know what it means to enjoy a meal, I’ve enjoyed plenty and with gusto to boot. He enjoyed every lick, every nibble and every suck of my body. And the sounds he made. Mercy me!
I was making a mess of his very expensive sheets with the amount of juice that now leaked out of me, but I didn’t care. I never wanted these feelings to end.
The feeling of his tongue licking deep inside me, of his fingers holding me in place and the way my heart thumped and my blood raced through my veins each time he growled into my pussy like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.