Reed pulled away and looked right into my eager eyes. I bit down on my lips letting my teeth drag against it. He smiled and backed away again, taking the candle and dripping it over the other nipple. This time I watched it happe
ning, and felt it hitting my tender skin. I gasped, sensing both pain and a large amount of jubilation with each drop. I went to touch myself where the wax had dried, but he grabbed both of my hands and raised them above my head. I saw only intent in his eyes, fueling his drive. Then he let the hot substance drop down covering the opposite side. I could feel it hardening as the air came in contact with it, but Reed didn’t stop there. He let it keep dripping down the center of my abdomen, further down until he’d reached the base of my pussy. I knew what was coming, but nothing could have prepared me for the moment that hot wax came to fall on my clit. I jumped up screaming, at first because it was like an open flame to my body, and then because that pain sent thrilling ecstasy all the way up into the tips of my nipples.
He grabbed my flailing arms and put them back over my head, before sinking down and sucking my clit into his mouth. In a matter of seconds he’d pulled off the wax and spit it out into the fire next to us. Even with the romantic ambiance, I was too distracted to be able to begin to rationalize with what was happening to me.
While he was busy grabbing the candlestick again, I’d become enthralled in rapture. Never before had waves of pleasure hit me the way they were. My head fell back, and I lost all control. When I finally became able to open my eyes again, I saw Reed leaning over me with a smile on his face. I laughed out loudly, understanding the kind of pleasure he’d been talking about. When I started to roll over, figuring that the foreplay was over, he stopped me abruptly. “Whoa, where do you think you’re going?”
“I was just -.” In all honestly I thought we were done with the hot wax.
“We’re no where near finished, Erica.” It was irrational to feel giddy over something that was meant to be sexy, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted all this man had to give, and I was preparing myself to be ready and willing.
Once I was back in the same position, Reed flipped me around on my stomach. I placed my face down over my hands and closed my eyes, putting all of my trust into what was to come. I felt his warm hands cupping each of my ass cheeks. He began massaging them with firm pressure. He was separating them, probably getting a full-on view of my asshole. As uncomfortable as that was for me, I remained quiet, focused on the good and not everything else. Then I felt his tongue, licking over the soft skin of my backside. His warm saliva left a trail as he continued on. With every inch that it moved, I could feel things in all parts of my body again. My clit, still tingling from my first orgasm, was begging to be touched. Had I not been lying on my stomach I may have touched myself there.
He started to lift only my ass. “Get on your knees, Erica, but keep your head down like it is now.”
Doggie style? This was it. He wanted to bang me doggie style.
So I thought.
That’s not what he wanted at all, though. Instead he continued using his hands to massage my ass. I felt him blowing on the hole as he spread my cheeks apart. Then he trudged his tongue into my pussy as if it was a dick. His finger had begun teasing my asshole, while he continued lapping up my juices. I reached between my legs, unable to hide the pent up anxiety of giving attention to my clit. The moment I began rubbing it waves of pleasure exploded within. I called out his name, forcing my face down into the plush carpet while I screamed.
Tiny kisses were then placed along my backside again, before he came up and turned me around. Reed grabbed his shorts that were hanging and wiped off his face, before leaning in to kiss me passionately on the lips. A hint of me was still there, causing a chain reaction of events to happen. While we kissed, I used my legs to flip us around. Reed smiled acknowledging that I was taking matters into my own hands. I straddled his body, sitting up and watching as he put his hands on my thighs. I stared into his dark eyes as I grabbed the candle stick and teased different areas of his chest. He never moved his hands, content on what I was about to do, only reminding me that he was experienced so much more than me.
While rocking my body over his stiff erection, I let the wax fall down over his nipple. He flinched for only a moment before closing his eyes and letting the pleasure set in. I licked my lips while pouring another few drips on the other side. A sudden jolt from beneath me let me know that it was getting him off.
He started to sit up, trying to get a kiss out of me, but I pushed him back down, sticking out my tongue to meet with his, but pulling away before he could touch it. I continued teasing him, feeling the heat between my legs growing again. I started rocking harder, as if we were having intercourse. My rhythm must have got to him, because he was flipping us around before I could argue. With him on top of me I knew I was at his mercy. He grabbed my wrist and pulled off my ponytail holder with his teeth. Then as he watched my face, he slid it over both of my hands, binding them together. His strong arms raised my tied hands over my head and scooted up until his erection was right in my face.
Maybe I should have been offended. Perhaps this game was a test to see what I would do, and if that were the case I knew I was going to pass, because nothing could have stopped me from reaching my mouth down and sticking my tongue out to touch it. I wanted him in my mouth, all of him, completely.
He jerked forward, holding his own shaft as he teased me with it his cock. “You want it don’t you?”
I nodded with my mouth open wide. “Yes.”
“Fuck, you’re so damn sexy.” The smooth tip brushed over my soft tongue. It wasn’t enough to fill my craving. I needed it all.
A moan escaped my lips as I licked them, preparing for more. Reed froze for a moment watching me again. Then he stood up overtop of me. Even though I knew I could easily free my hands, I kept them above my head. He crouched back down, pulling me by my hands until I was upright. Then he got up on his knees. I realized immediately what he was doing. While my hands were bound in front of me I moved forward wrapping my lips around his dick. I let them glide over his smooth shaft while I sucked him hard. He held my hair and my head moved without effort. I took him as deep as possible, gagging a few times on the length of his cock. It was getting him off, and I was preparing myself to take his explosion in my mouth.
Just as quickly as he’d changed positions before, he pulled away from me, leaving my mouth empty. My cheeks were throbbing from having worked so hard sucking him off. Reed lifted my hands over his head so that they were wrapped behind his neck. He lifted us both up easily. Once we were standing, he pushed me up against the wall. I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his ass, moving it up and down as we kissed, unpaced and ravenous. He squeezed both of my sensitive nipples, while bringing his knee up to rub over my pussy. In no time at all I was getting weak in my knees and crumbling to the floor. I couldn’t control what was happening to my body, and my mind. “Tell me what you want, Erica.”
He already knew the answer. Against his lips I whispered, “You. I want you to fuck me. Please.”
We tumbled back down on the carpet and he kissed me softly on the neck, then all the way to my ear. “I won’t fuck you, because someone as beautiful as you are deserves more than that. Tonight I’m going to make love to you.”
I could hardly catch my breath before I felt him position himself at my entrance. With one push he entered me, using my own lubrication to his advantage. It had been so long, too long to go without this kind of fulfillment.
Hunger.
Sweat.
Passion.
Euphoria.
We came together on the plush carpet, in front of the slow burning fire, while the storm outside continued. Nothing existed except for the two of us, and the love that we were making. He moved with such grace, holding my hands, kissing my lips, and touching me in every place that required attention.
Hours, and multiple orgasms later, I lay there in his arms. My eyes were hard to keep open, but I couldn’t allow myself to fall asleep. I knew that when daybreak hit the storm would be gone, and so would Reed. Determined to hold on to whatever time we had left, I remained awake.
He stroked my hair while I traced my fingernails across his arms. “It’s a shame you want to sell this place.”