“Tell me you want it, Natalie… I want to hear you say it,” he says, a soft smile dawning on his lips. I bite on my lower lip, hesitant, and then lean back against the wall, my heart pounding so hard it might just break the bones in my ribcage.
“I want you to… I want you to…” I stammer, looking into his eyes as the words seem to get stuck in my throat. Am I really going to say this? Am I really going to tell him how bad I want him between my thighs?
“Say it,” he insists, his gentle smile turning into a wicked grin, and something inside of me snaps.
“I want you to taste me… I want you between my thighs, and I want you to eat me out.” The words fly out from between my lips in a hurry, and I feel blood rushing to my cheeks. I’ve never been the kind of girl that thrived on dirty talk, but I think I can get used to this… I really do.
“Now we’re talking,” he says, his grin widening as he hooks his finger on the strings of fabric that lace my outer thighs. He starts to pull my thong down at a tortuously slow pace, revealing the mound right above my pussy and stopping for a whole second before continuing. I bite on my bottom lip, anxiety making my body tense up, and then he finally pulls the thong down my legs, baring the wetness between my thighs.
With his hands behind my knees, he lays his mouth on my right knee, still looking into my eyes. Kissing upward, he brushes his lips over my skin until he’s dangerously close to my thighs. My skin prickles and I throw my head back, my eyelids drooping as flames of delirious desire seem to engulf my insides. I never wanted anything as much as I want his mouth on my pussy right now.
His lips start to curve inward, toward my inner thighs, and I press my legs together by instinct. But then I look into his face and see the soft smile of desire on his lips; my muscles relax at once, and I let his kisses find their way toward my thighs. One of his hands goes up my leg, and he spreads his fingers just below my ass cheeks; pushing on my leg, he makes me lift it up and then rest it over his shoulder. I feel more exposed than ever, my pussy angled so that he can have a good look at it, but this actually feels right… It really does.
I lay my hands on his head, grabbing at his hair, and let desire take over me. I urge him to go for it, to lay his mouth where it really matters, but he keeps his own pace. Still moving slowly, he runs his lips to my groins, gently kissing the skin around the wet mess that is my pussy, but never actually going for it. Even though I’m standing under running water, I feel as if I’m on fire, and he’s just teasing me. I have no idea what’s going to happen once these lips of his actually touch me where it really matters.
He moves his mouth as if he’s going for it, but then stops, his lips hovering over my drenched folds. I grab at his hair harder, and move my hips forward, unconsciously trying to force him to do it. He looks at me, that deliciously wicked grin of his dancing on his lips, and then he does it.
Pinning me against the wall, his hands pushing against my hips, he wraps his lips around my clit and presses down with his tongue. How do I even start to describe how I feel right now? I could tell you that this feels like fireworks are going off inside of my head, or maybe I could tell you that I’m feeling as if I’m high… But no, all of these things pale in comparison to the pleasure pooling inside of me right now. This is pure unbridled madness, and I just love it. I should be feeling terribly self-conscious, Connor’s lips right on one of the most intimate parts of my body, but I actually feel more comfortable than I have ever felt when with a man.
There’s something about him that puts me at ease, and I really don’t know what it is. By all means, I shouldn’t be feeling comfortable or at ease; Connor oozes testosterone, and his aura is one of dominance and power. How is it possible for me to be at ease around a man like this? And I’m not even talking about his impossibly long and thick cock. Let’s not go there… At least not yet.
Pulling back, Connor moves his lips down from my clit to my inner lips. He opens his mouth as wide as he can and, fitting it against my pussy, he sucks as if he has just found the most delicious thing in the whole universe.
Even though he knows exactly what he’s doing—and he’s doing it with a mastery I didn’t know to be possible—that’s not the best part of it. What makes this so special is the why of what he’s doing. In a sense, he makes me feel as if he wants me because I’m the most beautiful woman on Earth. Or, maybe, he really thinks I’m as a beautiful as he says… But no, that can’t be it. A man like Connor has the pick from the litter and, even though I try my best to look good (with or without clothes), I can’t help but think that he has had better than me. But the way he kisses my body, it just makes me feel… unique. Special. God, how do you resist a man like this? You don’t; that tenuous voice returns, this time speaking plainly but truthfully.
“This feels so good, Connor,” I pant, holding his head as he sucks on my folds inside of his mouth, taking in my fluids. As I speak, his hands move from my hips to my ass and, digging his fingers into my ass cheeks, he pulls me into him fiercely. I let myself go, pressing my pussy against his mouth in a fury. I sway my hips left and right, up and down, rubbing myself against his moan as a cadence of moans find their way to my lips. “It feels so good… So good…” I repeat, my eyes closed as the lights of pleasure flash behind my shut eyelids.
Suddenly, I feel a sharp stab of pleasure, and electricity darts from my clit to my spine, travelling upward until it finds the way to my brain. There, the sparks crackle and sputter, as my brain commands every single muscle in my body to tense up.
“I’m going to --” I start to say, but the words die in my throat as thunder and lightning rain down on me, the storm of ecstasy catching me completely unprepared. I arch my back, pressing the back of my head against the tiled wall, and thrust as hard as I can against his face. My fingers are like claws on his wet hair and, as I keep him in place, my moan turns into one high-pitched scream.
“So fucking delicious…” he whispers as he pulls back from my pussy, gently taking my leg out from his shoulder. He looks up at me, and smiles, and I swear I can see my own fluids dripping down his chin, even though we’re standing under the running water. I smile at him, a warmness blanketing my heart; oh, God, why am I feeling this happy right now? Slowly, he goes up to his feet and, as he moves, my eyes roam over his naked body, taking in the shape of his muscles as they work in tandem like in a well-oiled machine. “Now, love… I’m going to fuck you,” he whispers against my ear, leaning into me. A shiver goes up my spine as I hear his words, but then he conti
nues. “But first… You’ll have to beg.”
“Beg…?” I ask him, my brain trying to grasp the meaning behind his words.
“Beg,” he simply tells me, a wicked grin on his face. He knows that he has me hooked, and that I need him badly… And now, the slow boil of seduction and pleasure is over. Now, we move into dangerous territory, one where adrenaline and lust reigns supreme. And, God, I just love it.
“Make me beg then,” I shoot back, not knowing where this surge of confidence has come from. I guess that I can waltz with him, after all, instead of simply being the passive one.
“That can be arranged…” he whispers wickedly, his fingers cupping my breasts as he squeezes them softly, his fingertips brushing against my hard nipples. He pinches the right one, making me gasp, and slides his other hand down my stomach. I half-expect him to go for my pussy, but instead, he hooks his fingers on my waist and makes me turn on my heels. I spin around and, facing the wall, place my two hands there for support. I jut my ass back by instinct, and his shaft nestles itself between my ass cheeks as he runs his hands down the side of my body. His fingertips slide softly over my skin, and I feel the need to have him inside of me spread its wings.
Without saying a word, I start to rock my hips, gently grinding against his cock. I move with slow gentle circles—left and right, up and down—stroking his cock with my ass and trying to make him desperate to have him. Deep down, though, I know that I’m just fooling myself: I’m not the one in control, he is. And he’s going to have his way… Soon enough, I’ll have to beg for him to fuck me.
His fingers go around my waist and he moves them over the curve of my ass cheeks, softly stroking my skin. When his fingertips go over my crack, I can’t help but thrust back against him, pressing my ass on his cock as hard as I can. God, I need to have him inside of me, and I need it now.
“You want this, don’t you?” he whispers into my ear, pulling back from me and grabbing his cock with one hand. He angles it down, his glans brushing against my crack as it goes, and then fits it right between my thighs. Arching my back and jutting my ass at him, I grit my teeth as I feel the tip of his cock pressing on my inner lips. I push back, trying to force him inside of me, but he grabs me by the hips and holds my body in position. “Say it… Tell me that you want it.”
“I… I want it,” I mutter, my heart beating so fast I can barely think straight. What’s happening to me? I’ve never been the kind of woman who’d lose control. Why do I want (need) him so much?
“That’s a start, love,” he tells me with a grin, laying soft kisses on my neck. “But it’s not enough.” Oh, God, why is he torturing me? Can’t he see how bad I need him to fuck me? I thrust my ass back once more, but he does the same as before, holding me in place as desperation flutters inside my stomach. Grinning, he rocks his hips back and forth, rubbing his shaft along my pussy and driving me completely insane.
“Oh, God… Please, Connor…” I whisper, trying to reach for his cock with my hand so that I can guide it home. “I need it… I need it now,” I cry out, closing my eyes as a lustful dizziness takes over me. I don’t think I have ever felt a need as urgent as the one I’m feeling right now. “Fuck me… Just fuck me, please…” I moan, my fingertips against his thick shaft as he slides it between my thighs.
“How bad do you want it, Natalie?” he continues to tease me, resisting my pleas. I don’t know how much longer I can endure this, I really don’t.
“Bad, I want it bad… I need it more than anything. Please, please,” I moan, repeating myself as I go on tiptoes and try to angle my pussy at his cock. Then, all of a sudden, I feel his fingers digging into my hips and he just thrusts. I open my mouth to scream, but there’s no sound; I don’t know if I can’t scream, or if I can’t hear. I’ve never felt anything like this.