“I want to feel you inside me—” She broke off on a loud moan as he tweaked her nipple between his thumb and finger. Letting go of her nipple, Paul walked her back until her legs hit the base of the bed.
“Where do you want me?” he asked, growing impatient.
“I … I … want you in my pussy.” She stumbled over her words. Leaning down in front of her Paul sucked her nipple into his mouth while rolling the other with his finger and thumb.
“Good girl. Lean back,” he said. Paul wanted a taste of her pussy again. She did as he asked and leaned back. “Open your thighs. Show me your lovely creamy pussy.” Rachel spread her thighs. He chuckled, loving the control he had over her, and he would never abuse it either. Their relationship was a trusting one.
“Who do you belong to?” he asked, needing to hear the words from her lips.
“I belong to you, Paul. I always belong to you.”
“Spread your lips wide. Let me see your clit.” Again, she did as he asked. “Do you like me instructing you?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Do you like a little bit of pain?” The way he’d been playing with her nipples he knew the answer already.
“I don’t know.”
“You’re lying to me. Maybe I should test you a little.”
Chapter Ten
Rachel saw the teasing glint in his eyes. “You won’t hurt me.”
“Good girl.” He knelt down at the end of the bed where she’d opened her thighs. Her pussy was on the end, and her feet rested on the edge of the bed. She felt her cream dripping down the crack of her ass. What did he think of her aroused state?
Was he disgusted by her obvious response to him?
His fingers stroked up her thighs. She lay back looking at the ceiling. There was nothing else for her to do other than wait. Paul was the one in control. He knew what he was doing whereas she was purely the recipient of the pleasure he was giving. Paul covered her fingers where she held herself open for him. Seconds later he stroked over her clit. Rachel could not control her response. She cried out from his small touch.
“You’re pussy is dripping wet. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen, Rachel. This is how I want you to always be with me, soaking wet and waiting for my touch. Can you do that?” he asked.
Without him knowing it, Paul had eased her troubled thought. She nodded her head, relieved he wasn’t disgusted by her response.
She caught her lip between her teeth trying to stem her excitement. “You’re so ready for me.” He wasn’t waiting for a response. His fingers stroked through her folds.
“I need a taste of you. I’m addicted to your scent and flavour.” His hand moved her fingers out of the way, and he opened her folds himself. Within seconds his tongue replaced his fingers on her clit. He circled the nub and sucked her clit into his mouth. “You’re wetter than I thought, Rachel. It’s such a turn-on to me,” he said, releasing her from his mouth. Paul nibbled on her nub. His teeth bit down slightly on the harsh side of pain.
Rachel struggled to stay laid down. Her body was a riot of sensation. She couldn’t stop the feelings from coursing through her. He ran a finger between her folds while sucking her clit at the same time. Paul was making her pant and squirm with need. “You like a little pain, don’t you, baby?” She couldn’t argue with his assessment. The evidence was in her arousal. One of his fingers circled the entrance of her cunt, but he didn’t penetrate. “I didn’t hear your answer.” He took another bite of her nub, not extremely painful but enough for her to cry out at the sudden tumult of pleasure riding through her.
She screamed as pleasure tore through her making her weak. “Yes.”
Paul kept circling her entrance and sucking on her clit. She wanted his cock inside her. His mouth was doing wicked things to her body, but she wanted more.
Rachel watched him licking her. His head moved up and down between her thighs, and it was all too much for her. A tightening started in her stomach and slowly grew out. She couldn’t hold back her release.
“Come for me, Rachel. Let me taste all of you.”
His words were all it took for her to lose control. She groaned out her release and heard Paul licking away her cum. It sounded wet, and the feelings running through her body exhausted her. Collapsing to the bed, her eyes widened as Paul joined her. His fingers glistened with her release. She watched as he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them deep into his mouth, moaning as he did. He looked to be in his own world of pleasure.
“You taste so fucking good. I could lick you all day every day.”
She whimpered. “I don’t think I could survive that all the time,” she said.
“Then I’ll have to get you ready for it because it’s something I intend to keep doing,” he said, kissing her again.
He pulled her up the bed until she lay against his pillows. Paul grabbed a tube of lube and a condom from the drawer beside his bed. She nibbled on her lip wondering what they were for.
“Why do you need those?” she asked.
“You’re wet, but I don’t know if you’re going to be wet enough for me. I’m using the lube to help ease my path. I don’t want to hurt you.” He threw the items on top of the bed then sat at her feet.
“Spread your legs for me.”
“You’ve just seen me.”
“So? I didn’t realise there was a limit on pleasure.”
Feeling silly for being embarrassed, Rachel opened her thighs for him.
“So fucking beautiful. I wish you could see what I see,” he said. “I’m going to invest in mirrors for this room.”
“You can be real dirty when you want to be.”
He stroked her ankle. “Baby, we haven’t even gotten started on how dirty I can be.”
She didn’t know personally, but she looked forward to finding out.
“I recognise that look, baby. You want to be dirty with me. Then let’s get started in your dirty education. Finger yourself for me, Rachel.” He sat in front of her looking at where her pussy was. She was exposed for him to see, and he was waiting for her to follow his instruction.
“How?” she asked.
Paul reached over taking her hand in his. He pressed her palm over her pussy so she was cupping her mound. When he was satisfied he pressed two of her fingers against her clit and slowly started to stroke her pussy. Her pussy was coated in her juice, and she used it to spread around her pussy. He released her hand and sat back.
“That’s how you do it, Rachel. Feel what is good for you.”
She did as he said and started to feel her body’s response to her ministration.
“When I’m not there for you I need to know you can still please yourself. There will be times I tell you that you’re not allowed to cum, baby. I’ll want you to be out of your mind with pleasure until I get home to sort you out. I want you to be excited about what you’re experiencing. First I need to know that you can pleasure yourself. It’s every woman’s right of passage to be able to do.” His voice soothed her.
“You look so perfect pleasing yourself. I’d love to come home finding you like this. I would know you’re my woman. You give me great pleasure to see you pleasuring yourself. Exploring your own body, making your own body the instrument it needs.” He moved to a kneeling position at the bottom of the bed. His nearness offered her comfort.