I warned you, but you didnât believe me, you didnât think Iâd do it.
Hikaru was wondering why she was sitting here, buried in the back of the quiet blues club all alone in the little black dress her âdearâ cousin Kaho had sent her from Japan. It drew up, curling into a shoulder-less collar that left the soft curve of her back exposed all the way to the base of her spine. And while she was grateful that it at least didnât expose the curve of her cleavage, the way it hugged to every little curve it covered, left her almost unconsciously aware of just how much her body was on display.
This really wasnât her thing. She liked the music well enough, but sheâd rather be here in a pair of slacks, a blouse, and a jacket. Not having to feel the watchful eyes devouring her from every angle of the club.
It made her shift about, trying to put her body in a way that wouldnât quite draw so much attention. She⌠she hated to admit she didnât dislike it. It just made her feel so very exposed, uncomfortable.
Mainly because she could feel that traitorous little part of her mind whispering to her that she actually liked it. That Kaho knew that. That she had put her up to this because she somehow figured out that her damaged little mind was filled with so many fucked up desires that she didnât know what she should be doing.
It was so easy to just let go and play the dutiful young noblewoman. To submit to the rigors of duty and expectation. Sheâd been raised that way, after all, her grandfather had instilled the spirit of their samurai ancestors into her the entire time sheâd grown up.
But, not Kaho. Kaho had lived a life of greater expectations and responsibilities than Hikaru herself had been under most of her life. But, Kaho had somehow managed to come out of it as a mischievous little minx that lived to make her life as confusing and frustrating as possible.
She sighed and stared down into her drink, just a simple club soda, before she lifted it up to her lips and took a slow little sip. The music was quite good, she had to admit, for New York at least. Sheâd much prefer to be lounging in New Orleans with the soulful joy and sorrow of the city of blues, but, she made due with what she had.
âEnjoying the show?â The voice was smooth, just loud enough to be heard over the notes of the music, and most definitely male.
Her body didnât quite stiffen, but, she did straighten her back just a bit. Sheâd been so lost in her own melancholy thoughts, sheâd missed his approach, sloppy of her. Turning her head, she let her eyes flash towards the direction, and found a faintly smiling main, dressed in a well-tailored shirt, vest, and slacks.
With a pair of piercing grey eyes ringed with a familiar splash of gold. Sheâd seen it before of course, it was uncommon, but not really unheard of, but, it was enough to cause her to stumble a moment in her thoughts. They really were quite captivating.
âI⌠suppose,â she finally answered, keeping her voice purposely distant, aloof. Sheâd been dealing with guys approaching her on and off all night. Shooting one more down wouldnât be too hard. âIâm sorry but-âŚâ
âIâm glad,â he interrupted her, still smiling faintly as he kept his eyes on hers, staring deep into her as his body seemed so relaxed, calm, confident. âI do try to keep the shows in my club entertaining. And having someone come in, I do so want to make sure theyâre comfortable and enjoying themselves. Donât you agree?â
In spite of herself, she couldnât help but nod slightly at his question. It was a reasonable enough statement. And if he was the owner, she couldnât quite dismiss him as easily as the others. âYes, it is a very nice club.â
âIâm glad you find it enjoyable, I do try to keep it as⌠inviting of an atmosphere as I can. The kind of place where a girl can feel comfortable, relaxed as she enjoys herself, where she doesnât have to worry about keeping up her guard so much, where she can just relax and enjoy herself, and when the momentâs right, she can find herself just connecting to the right person, who comes up, and you can just feel the way they seem to reach down, deeper into you than you thought possible, making you feel that wonderful connection down into the core of who you are.â
This was not what Hikaru had been expecting. Cheesy pick up lines, flirting, maybe even a good pick up line here and there. This was not those things.
âIn the right moment,â he continued, gently cutting her off, almost silencing her with his words as he continued to never once breaking eye contact with her, his own gaze looking into her, through her in a way she wasnât quite sure how she should feel about. âIt feels as if everything youâve been feeling up until that point was numbed out, muted, less than it could be, as if a beautiful flower, set on a pedestal and left trapped in a block of pure, glistening ice deep down away from warm, soothing light of the sun.â
She swallowed thickly at that as his words hit entirely too close to home, they were a bit too true, a bit closer than what this man could possibly imagine. But he wasnât done.
âThen, someone comes into your life, just like this, and suddenly, for the first time, you can feel the warm, gentle, soothing rays of the rising morning sun piercing down into that hidden depth, and you can feel the ice slowly starting to melt beneath the sweet, powerful emotions is awakens inside of you, drip by dripping drop, slowly flowing down, as with every breath, that gentle heat starts to grow.â
Whatever she mightâve said in response to that stuck in her throat. She stared back at him, wide-eyed and bewildered as she unconsciously licked her suddenly dry lips. The imagery⌠She could practically see it, a frozen chrysanthemum, trapped there in the ice, the cold, bitter numbness consuming it, her, until the light of the sun pierced into it.
It rang a little too true. It pierced a bit deeper than it would have otherwise.
âBecause, you can feel those wonderfully powerful feelings, they can come alive in you, as you feel the heat starting to seep into you, flowing through your veins like a thick, golden, sun-kissed honey, sticking to every little part of you it touches, almost consuming you with that wonderful, indescribable heat that just melts away the numbed chill that has consumed you for so long.â
She shivered unconsciously, barely recognizing the feelings stirring up in her, the heat, familiar and alien all at once as she could feel the way the friction of her thighs pressing together seemed to feed it even more. This was not something she had much experience with. This was not something she had ever thought about experiencing outside of a few forbidden nights of wicked little thoughts that sheâd given in to the temptation in the privacy of her room.
âYes, you can feel it, canât you? The way all that numb chill is slowly dribbling down, glistening as it trails along the soft, curving slope of those legs holding that flower aloft, every little pulsing beat of your heart, like the warm breath of the sun, sending a tremor of delight, warmth, and wonderful awakening through you.
âYou can feel that familiarity just growing, a sweet, pulsing feeling that just flow deep into you, that you canât help but feel the way you spread yourself wide and open for, to feel it almost thrusting into your depths, filling you with such exquisite sensation that you canât help but savor the way it erupts into a sense of Trust and security. Knowing that youâre just being connected with in a way you never thought possible, faster than you ever imagined.
âBut itâs there, isnât it? That feeling, that knowledge, that connection reaching down into the deepest part of you that is suddenly stirring after so long been forgotten, neglected and lostâŚâ
Wordlessly, she couldnât help but nod her head in agreement, her eyes growing slowly unfocused, her lip drawn unconsciously back into her mouth as she shifted again, squirming in her seat. It was⌠she wasnât sure how to really describe it. It just felt good.
âIâve been told that when you feel this kind of connection, you canât help but just allow yourself to surrender to it, to the way it just courses through you, awakens you, makes you feel more alive than you thought possible. This friend, told me that you can feel it, how that trust and security just makes you open up yourself wide, to allow it to penetrate deep into you, filling you with a sudden, overpowering, wonderful sense of contented trust, safety, security, that it explodes into a wonderful eruption of desire.
âBecause here, now, you can finally let yourself feel it, awoken, hungering, coursing through your veins as it leaves your breath short, hot, hungering, as your heart starts to hammer with that growing need inside your chest.â
She sucked in a breath, sudden, sharp hungering as those words slammed into her and she realized with a sudden crystallized thought exactly what she was feeling. Sheâd known she was attracted to men, that she found them desirable. But, this was the first time she could remember feeling that desire hitting her full force.
It was impossible for her to not start to squirm against the sensations, the feelings coursing through her, the way her body suddenly seemed to be so much more sensitive to every little thing. The smooth black lace and silk beneath her dress pressed back into her hardening nubs and reminded her oh so much of every little motion she made. She was suddenly caught up in a swirling storm of sweet sensations she had so very little idea of how to handle.
And she was staring up at him now, eyes wide, dilated and mouth hanging slightly open.
âI have a friend who told me once, that when you find that feeling awakening inside of you, when you feel it, coursing through your veins, someone can reach inside of you and grab hold of your attention, and the rest of the world just seems to Fade away. You canât help but feel the want, the Desire, the Need flowing through you, filling you with every breath as you eagerly open yourself up to the feeling of pure desire penetrating Deep inside of you, pouring through you until it suddenly explodes into a wonderful feeling of wonderful, aching Need and Surrender.
âShe always told me, that was when you just Know, whatâs going to happen next, that youâre going to Give In to those desires, to Surrender to the feeling of hot, sweet, burning Need you feel pouring through your veins. When youâll do practically anything to slake that aching want.â
The sweet, liquid moan that escaped her lips was almost melodic in nature, even as it dripped with a deep undercurrent of pure, primal hunger. He was right. He was so very right. She could feel it, flowing through her, deep, aching, hungering. How could she not have known about this? How could she not have ever felt this before?
âAnd she would tell me, that when you reach that state, that feeling, that heat soaking through every little inch of your body, every little touch, seems to stoke that fire even hotter.â She could feel his touch, caressing lightly along her jaw, feather-light, but it sent a trembling spark of hunger that made her eagerly lean into that caress, her eyes falling half closed as another sweet, soft moan left her lips. âEvery touch, makes you crave even more, every motion, every little breath, and your hunger to feel your body pressed against Mine.â
If she hadnât already felt the thrill that the simple touch of his fingers against her jaw had brought her, she mightâve questioned that, mightâve found it ridiculous, mightâve fought back against it. But already sheâd had a taste, already sheâd felt that sweet caress of glistening bliss pouring down into her. And she found that she eagerly hungered for more.
She shifted towards him, her body struggling to get closer to the heat he promised, he offered. To touch her body against his. To feel him holding her. To embrace that sweet pleasure it promised her.
This was something she Needed.
And he smiled at her as she moved, as she wanted, as she Needed. He could see it in her, she could feel that, she knew that. When he touched her again, she could feel the sweet, liquid, mewling moan leave her lips in a helpless rush of sound.
His fingers curled lightly down her neck, stroking her throat for a moment, before gently cupping against the base of her skull. She stared up at him, a feeling of boiling weakness flowing through her like nothing sheâd ever imagined. A weakness that didnât come with a sense of helplessness, but instead only seemed to drive the heat inside of her to a greater level.
âEvery little motion, every little hunger, every little want that pours out of the depths of who you are like a sweet, fresh spring, bubbling and glistening with the promise of sweet, yearning desire that moves through your veins like a thick, sweet golden honey, sticking to every little part of you.â
Her eyes closed, she let out a sweet, soft little mewling whimper, a clear sound that seemed to drip with the desire she felt growing inside of her. A small part of her realized what was happening to her. That she was slowly being seduced by this man.
And she was most assuredly enjoying it.
âYou want it more, donât you? That feeling, growing inside of you, hungering, craving, needing⌠You can feel it stronger and stronger than you ever imagined what you could possibly feel, a depth of pure emotion, sensation, feeling like nothing you ever really imagined, showing you such wondrous possibilities like you never thought possible,â ever so casually he brought his thumb to slowly stroke against the soft, moist curve of her lower lip, caressing it with the faintest of touches as she shivered in response.
âIts all there, its always been there, hungering, growing inside of you, wanting and waiting desperately to be released, to find something to slide deep down into you, like a thick, heavy bronze key, glistening with warm oil so it can reach the waiting depths inside of you and with a click, you can feel it sliding into place, and in an instant, unlocking all those desires you never realized the pure strength of.â
âIâŚâ The word came out a breathy little whisper, barely a voice, barely a syllable as she felt the tremor of those sensations coursing through her. Gods, he was right. She hadnât ever dreamed she could feel⌠this.
It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and delightful in ways she couldnât have begun to imagine before.
She half-opened her eyes and looked up at him, feeling the way her gaze glistened with unspoken want, as she tried desperately to meet his gaze. It was at that moment that she felt herself being gently pulled to her feet, her body barely able to hold herself to stand as she half fell, half pressed herself into his chest. The sweet feel of heat from his chest soaked into her skin through the fabric of her dress she just realized how thin it actually was.
Suddenly she could feel the touch of his hot breath against her lips. His skin so close to hers, almost touching, inviting. Gently she felt her mouth opening, offering it up as she savored the way the feeling of heartbeat against hers.
âPerhaps, youâd prefer we take this somewhere, more⌠private, hmm?â His lips had departed from hers, hovering now above her neck, his breath tickling against her soft skin, almost purring into her ear.
Vaguely, she became aware of the world again, of the fact that they were not in some private room. That they were in public, that people could see her. Her face flushed brightly as she couldnât help imagining how she looked. Dressed in this tight little dress, clinging to this man, her face flushed, her breath ragged, and mouth achingly open.
It sent an involuntary shiver down her spine at the realization that she liked that feeling as her face flushed even brighter. Distantly, she felt her head nodding in agreement to his suggestion. The offer, the possibility, and the things that it entailed.
She felt his arm gently wrapped around her waist, his hand settling on the crook of her waist, fingers lightly, almost possessively stroking down along her hip. Instinctively, she pressed into his embrace. Her own arms raised up and draped against his body, as her head curled into his shoulder as she watched the world beneath the sudden veil of her hair obscuring her face.
And then they walked. She could feel the way the anticipation built with every step, almost stumbling here and there as she grew more and more eager, her stomach rolling with an aching, quivering void that demanded to be filled. Across the floor, they went. Up an almost hidden set of stairs, and through a door that clicked shut with such finality.
Suddenly, the world was a much quieter place. She could still hear the music, distantly humming around her, but the sounds of patrons had vanished entirely. Swallowing heavily, she looked up at him, eyes wide, wondering, filled with hesitation.
And he touched her again, a slow, feather soft touch that traced gently over her cheek, lightly brushing against her jaw before tracing down the soft skin her neck.
âNow, here we are, a bit quieter, a bit softer, but still you can feel it, canât you? That heat, beating through your veins, hungering, wanting, yearning as you ache to feel that wanting emptiness inside of you satisfied.â
His voice just dripped down into her, and almost immediately, she could feel the way her world melted around it. Only now it was stronger, clearer. She didnât have the subtle distractions she did before, she didnât have anything but the soft churn of gentle music soothing in the background.
There was nothing between her and the way his words seemed to reach so deeply down inside of her.
âMmm, you do want that, donât you?â His breath was back in her ear, hot, teasing as it brushed against her skin, trickling down her neck. âTo feel it, to satisfy it, that Need you can feel burning inside of yourself, that desire, that want, that hunger.â
She shivered softly and slowly nodded her head, not sure she trusted her mouth to say the words.
Only he wasnât satisfied with that apparently as he reached down and lightly cupped her chin, drawing her eyes to his. âNow, now, none of thatâŚâ
His thumb was brushing lightly across her soft lower lip. âYou have to say it, my dear. I have to hear it. Do you want it?â
For a moment she froze, caught against the swell of hesitation as reflexively she swallowed the sound of protest she could feel lodged in the back of her throat. Then, she could feel the brush of his hand, slowly caressing down her stomach, stroking, teasing, caressing. She could feel the way her hesitation just seemed to melt at that.
âYes,â she whispered, her voice soft, laced with a sweet, whimpering moan. âI want it.â
âMmm,â his voice was almost purring into her ear as she arched into the contact of his fingers, splaying lightly across her stomach. âAnd what is it you want?â
She moaned in frustration, looking up at him with smoldering dark eyes. âYou know what I want.â
He had to, she could see it in his eyes. She knew he knew what she wanted. What she needed. But, she could see there, he was going to make a game of it, drawing out every little concession and desperation in her he could.
And that made the heat inside of her roar with desire.
âYet, you still have to say itâŚâ he teased her back, just as she knew he would, that contact so close, but so far from the churning, aching hunger inside of her that she arched herself back further, trying to drop his fingers even lower.
But still, they stayed, lingering so frustratingly close but so enticingly not quite where she wanted.
âI⌠want it,â she whispered at first, squirming beneath his hands, eagerly trying to press them into him however they could.
âWant what?â he pressed, teasing, enticing, hungering down into her ear.
âI want⌠I wantâŚâ she repeated in that same hissing, moaning breath. âI want you⌠inside of meâŚâ
âMmm⌠do you now?â He teased her again, fingers dipping just enough to feel it, but still stopping well short. âWanting, hungering, needing. Feeling it surging inside of you, a merciless, wanton heat thatâs consuming everything inside your pretty little head⌠Melting it down into a sweet, glistening pool of molten Want.â
âYessss,â she drew out the word with another sweet, hissing moan. âPlease!â
And she could feel the way his fingers dipped down along the fabric of her dress, dropping down above the molten gates, begging him to part them, and slowly caressed the faint cover until he reached the hem. She didnât even try to fight him when he drew it back, inch by inch, merely shifting closer as she tried to moan, desperately into his ear.
She knew when he had revealed the black lace covering the glistening entrance to her want. She knew when he brought it up to rest, stretched across her hips as he lightly pushed her back until she could feel calves pressed into the soft material of a couch. She knew when his hand slowly traced up from the bunched-up fabric of her dress and slowly traced up the valley of her spine all the way up the where her dress hung from the back of her neck.
He cupped upon the base of her neck for a moment, beneath the silky curtain of her hair, before he slowly tightened his fingers into them, curling back until she felt him taking almost gentle, but firm grip upon her. With that, he lightly urged her head to cant back up, staring up at him as she felt the caress of his other hand slowly tracing up her soft inner thigh. When his breath curled down upon her lips once more, she whimpered lightly in need as just when she could barely feel him tracing the oh-so-thin lace over her want, he spoke.
âIs this what you want, hmm? To feel this glistening, dripping little want filled? To feel it slowly stripped bare, peeling away the sweet bit of lace soaked in your want, your need? To feel Me, slowly exploring these depths of yours, this quivering, aching little petals, framing, inviting the wanting depths you ache to feel filled?â
âYes!â She moaned. Or was it a mewl? She couldnât tell, couldnât care. She just knew that the liquid sound dripping past her lips was so filled with desire that she couldnât stop the shudder of growing heat it sent straight down deep into her.
Gods and Goddesses, she knew that she was practically on fire with these feelings. How had she never known about this before? How had she ignored it? It drove her to arch back, to grind her hips into that frustratingly faint contact he just barely brought against her, to press into him, to practically present herself to him.
âThen, I donât think you need these anymore, now do you?â he asked almost rhetorically as he could see the momentary confusion in her eyes, before they widened as she felt him hooking his fingers into the soaked lace heâd been playing with, teasing before, and slowly pulling them down.
Eagerly, instinctively she wiggled her hips to help, grinding them against his hand in the process as she felt them peeling way, clinging to her hot, aching flesh for only an instant, reminding her that sheâd left them soaked in the proof of her desire.
Flushing a bright red, she closed her eyes as she felt him slowly bending down, never releasing his grip holding firm upon her hair, even as he slowly drew that small little garment down. Inch by inch it fell down her thighs, as he pulled it lower and lower. Then finally, she felt it pass her knees before he simply let it drop as if throwing it away as it fell down between her heels.
And then, as he moved back up her body, his fingers tracing along the soft flesh of her inner thigh, suddenly tracing a faint line of glistening flesh, back up to where her flesh still quivered, wanting, hungering with need.
Dully, she imagined the sight she made, standing there, lost in her own desire, her little black dress pushed up over her hips as he held her by her hair and slowly brought his hands up to her now bare want.
It made her bite out another long, wanting moan as she squirmed, lightly stepping out of the discarded, wet piece of cloth between her heels and spreading her legs a little wider, inviting, offering.
Then, as if acting upon her subconscious invitation, she finally felt the touch of his flesh, his hand upon her, caressing, teasing, stroking slowly not quite into her, but as if exploring every little curve and fold she had to offer there.
She bit down on her lip after gasping softly in delight. That was⌠Her eyes squeezed shut, and she seemed to almost melt down onto his hand.
He was taking his time, and she couldnât find it in her to protest. Every little touch, every caress, it as almost tender even as she felt almost like an instrument. With a small stroke of his fingers, he brought forth a sweet melody of desire, dripping past her lips in liquid moans.
âOh, do you like that, my dear?â His lips were back above her ear, hovering there before she could feel him, brushing them down to the nape of her neck, offering the barest little kiss against her warm, soft flesh, before drawing his teeth against the smooth surface in the barest little contact before pulling back. âFeeling my touch, my caress⌠the way Iâm slowly exploring you, teasing you, toying with you⌠Stoking that heat inside of you hotter and hotter.â
There was a brief pause, before he took a moment, lightly catching on the edge of her earlobe, gently giving the tender flesh a light nibble, before pulling back, catching it briefly between his teeth before letting go.
âIt makes you want even more, doesnât it?â His breath almost burned against her ear as she could feel that calm, confident smile on his lips.
Weakly, she tried to nod her head in his grip, feeling how he gave only the slightest little bit of resistance, reminding her he still hadnât let go of her. âYesâŚâ
She could feel that smile growing on his lips, almost turning predatory as she felt herself gently turned around, and for the first time, she found herself facing a massive window overlooking the stage and club over the back of a couch. Immediately she blushed brightly, her face flushed crimson as she imagined what kind of view she had, was presenting. Then she felt him pulling her back, trapping her against his chest as he continued to let his fingers delve deeper into her, making her gasp at the sudden, powerful sensations.
âOh, they wonât likely see you. No one ever looks up at the dark tinted windows after all,â he spoke in low tones, letting his voice drip into her waiting mind. âBut you can imagine it, canât you, them seeing you like this, dripping, wanting, Needing⌠aching as you feel just my fingers exploring you as you hunger for more.â
A shuddering shiver ran down her entire body as she closed her eyes and heard the mewling, begging little whimper leave her mouth even as the image exploded in her mind. The feeling of those eyes on her. Watching her.
She felt his fingers loosen on her hair for a moment, even as his arm was hooked over her hip, holding her in place as his fingers continued their wicked little dance against her wanting flesh. Then, she felt him, taking hold of where her top wrapped behind her head, and in one, almost practiced motion, he had her dress pulling up her body before he brought the fabric forward, back over her head as she felt her hair thrown over her face into a messy veil of black. That was when she felt the cool touch of air over her chest as he let go, letting it fall down as her dress bunched up at her waist.
Vaguely, she realized that she still had on her bra, and her dress hadnât been completely stripped from her. Wide, uncertain eyes were turned back over her shoulder as she managed to bring up one hand to pull her hair back over her shoulder and away from her face. She watched as his hand, having released her dress was lightly toying against the clasp of her bra before slowly trailing back up between the blades of her shoulders to take hold of her hair again.
âAnd thereâs something else you donât need anymore, isnât there?â He whispered the words to her, punctuating every syllable with a rhythmic caress into her, shattering her thoughts with almost impunity.
âIâŚâ she whimpered out the word, soft, uncertain, wondering why he hadnât just taken it away like he had those lace panties sheâd worn between her legs.
âThis timeâŚâ he slowly whispered the words, teasing them down into her ear. âI want you to do it.â
She swallowed thickly as the implication. For a moment she was hesitant, uncertain. Then her eyes flicked back to the glass, saw the patrons and band below, and she could feel the way she suddenly quivered and clenched against his fingers.
âThatâs a good girl,â he coaxed her gently, making her realize her hands had already moved back, allowing him to keep her in the position she was in by his grip on her form, keeping her bent forward against that couch as his head soaked into her back, the rippling contact of his clothes barely caressing her bare skin.
Whimpering she fumbled, clumsily reaching for the clasp, almost forgetting how to undo it for a moment before finally, she managed to free it. Letting out a small gasp of triumph, she then shivered as she felt it fall away. Suddenly feeling so completely vulnerable, she looked back at him, unable to truly meet his eyes as she felt a sudden, craving hunger for his approval.
âGood girl,â he repeated, softly, sweetly in her ear, as he lightly flicked his finger across the throbbing little nub above her gates in time with those two words. âYes, you liked that, didnât you? Being a good girl, you want to be a good girl for me, now donât you?â
She moaned fully at that, each repetition of those words, driven into her mind with the spikes of pure, sweet bliss. If it brought more, yes, she wanted to be a good girl. She wanted it so very much.
Then his hand drew away from where it had still been plying her willing, eager flesh. Before she had a chance to whimper at the loss, she felt a sudden stinging slap against the curve of her nether cheeks. She let out a startled little yelp before looking up at him with wide, trembling eyes.
âI did ask you a question⌠do you want to be a good girl for me?â he asked, eyes boring into hers as she could feel his fingers so tantalizing close.
âYesâŚâ she said with a soft, mewling little whimper, earning a gentle teasing stroke back into the delicate folds that craved, desperate for attention.
âYes what?â he urged smiling softly back at her his fingers lightly tracing into her inner thigh, reminding her that they were so very, wickedly close.
She shuddered again for a moment, before slowly, purposely she said the words. âI want to be a good girl⌠for you.â
âGood girl,â he agreed, giving her the reward she craved as the sweet, wicked little touch resumed its wonderful teasing, enticing a hungering eagerness from her. âNow, againâŚâ
âI⌠ah⌠want to be⌠a good girl⌠for you,â she repeated, gasping softly between every few words as his touch intensified, slowly moving deeper into her as she felt his thumb slowly toying with her wanting little button.
âAgain,â he urged, as he began to guide her into rocking her body, sliding it back against him, feeling the contact of his body molding above hers.
âAh⌠I want⌠I want⌠to⌠to be⌠a good girl⌠for you,â she gasped out, before almost immediately struggling to get it out again, without prompting.
It pounded itself into her mind, her own words, willingly offered up for more of those wonderful feelings that were stoking the fires inside of her even higher. Searing the feeling, the want, the Need inside her as she felt her hunger for more only continue to grow.
Finally, she couldnât take it anymore. âI want.. to be.. a good girl⌠and feel you⌠inside meâŚâ
She paused, gasping for breath as his fingers were doing just that, but, they werenât enough, she wanted more. She wanted it All. She could feel it, burning through her veins, she wanted oh so badly.
âI suppose you really need it, donât you?â His voice teased her lips, and she nodded, eagerly, hungrily in response.
She certainly did, deep, deep down. âPlease.â
That was when she finally felt his hand leaving her soft, quivering flesh. That was when she felt that emptiness so wonderfully keenly. That was when she started to grind her hips back towards him, her legs unconsciously spreading just a bit more as she let out a long, mewling moan of desperation.
âAre you going to be my good girl?â he asked, teasing at her ear again as she felt⌠something, warm, different than before, rubbing against the inviting lips of her want.
âYes⌠please? Please?â she opened her mouth, staring up at him, hopefully, eagerly, before suddenly he pushed forward, and she let out a hissing scream of shock and pleasure. âAh!â
âWell, you did ask for itâŚâ He moved his hand to her hip, taking hold of it with a firm, possessive grip before she felt him slowly sawing his way deeper and deeper into her. She could feel herself stretching out around him, quivering around him, relishing the sudden feeling of fullness forcing itself into her.
She opened her mouth to moan, only to find it devoured as his mouth covered hers, and his tongue slipped in, hungering, exploring as it stroked invitingly against her own. She didnât even try to fight it, not now, not anymore. Instead, she simply lost herself in the flow of it all. His tongue, thrusting, stroking into her, almost in time with the hard length of hot flesh forcing her to stretch around it.
Her world was exploding into a wave of blinding stars, and she was willing to do anything to keep it rolling through her.
When the first wave crested, she practically screamed out into his mouth, arching back into him, bucking against him at first, before falling back, almost limp.
But, he wasnât done yet. And the wave grew again. And again, and again.
She lost track of everything. Time, place, she even thought herself losing grasp on her own identity a time or two as she lost herself in that roaring sea of pleasure. Then, she felt a change, a sudden, primal, desperation to his formerly controlled, constant thrusts.
Deliriously she moaned back into his mouth, suckling hard against his tongue as she felt him almost crushing her back against his chest, as he exploded himself inside of her.
As the last crashing crest blasted through her, she felt him slowing, trying to wring every last little drop of pleasure out of her, before she simply collapsed, exhausted and limp into the couch.
She lay there for a moment before she could feel him pulling her tightly back into his chest, before he rolled around, falling into the couch as she found herself settling down into his lap as he finally released her hair, allowing his fingers to slowly stroke through it.
âThat was a good girl,â he said, letting her curl into his chest like a sated little kitten. âNow, are you ready for more?â
She looked up at him, wide-eyed and disbelieving as she realized that her night was most certainly not yet done.
