MasterStroke by Dee Ellis

kissed her inner thighs, one, then the other, then pausing again. Sandrine wanted his lips exactly in the centre, grazing her own lips, his tongue probing her. She wanted to feel the explosion that was so very close she could taste it.
    “You’re beautiful, Sandrine. Pale and warm and soft and incredibly wet. You smell so wonderful.”
    He kissed her pubis again and then she could feel his breath on her lips and she tilted her hips upwards to meet him but when he spoke again his voice was further away.
    Damn you. Do it. Please. I need to feel you.
    There was a subtle but definable shift inside her and, as impossible as it might seem, she felt wetter, hotter, even more sensitive.
    Jack lifted her other foot and started kissing slowly up her leg. By the time he reached her thigh, she was begging hoarsely for release. He held her hips firmly, still pinned to the cushions. Try as hard as she might, she couldn’t thrust upwards. She wanted, she needed, his mouth on her and inside her. She needed to come. It was the only thing in her mind at that moment, and it became the purest focus of her existence. If she didn’t come, she’d explode.
    “Please. Take care of me. I need you.”
    “I will. In time.”
    She almost cried when he said that. He was teasing, torturing her.
    His fingers were gently pressing down on her pubic bone and she felt him opening her lips delicately and blowing softly on the scorching skin within her. She fought harder to arch her back but despite her best efforts she was pinned even further into the cushions. She was at his mercy, totally, completely. The frustration and the pressure deep inside her were almost unbearable.
    Perspiration prickled her body. Somewhere, she could hear a high keening sound, similar to an animal in distress, and it took her a little time to realise it was coming from her. Her mouth was dry, the only part of her that was.
    “Please,” she repeated piteously. “I’ll do anything.”
    “Yes, you will. You’re a fascinating woman, Sandrine, and I’ve been unfair, enjoying your body while you suffer. I really should show some mercy, shouldn’t I?”
    At last! This torture had been going on too long.
    “Yes, yes.”
    His lips closed over the aching erect bud of her clit and he sucked so very gently that it was almost indiscernible. But it was exactly, precisely, what she needed. In a second, she experienced an enormous outpouring of emotion, a hugely satisfying orgasm that crested and left her gasping, crying, almost screaming in release. It seemed to last forever, then it subsided slowly and just as the contact became too much, he lifted his face from her and kissed his way up her body, pulling her upright, until his mouth met hers. They kissed deeply; she found her aroma on his face deeply erotic.
    “Oh, Jack. Oh God, that was unbelievable.”
    He untied her hands and took the scarf from her eyes. She embraced him, hands around his neck and pulled him close into a deeper, longer kiss.
    “I’m sorry, I’m just so tired now. You drained me,” she said weakly, falling back against the cushions. “I’ll just close my eyes for a second.”
    Jack laughed.
    “Go right ahead.” But she didn’t hear him. She was so exhausted, she slipped immediately to sleep. Jack regarded her beautiful, slightly dishevelled body, aglow and flushed with colour, breathing deeply, her beautiful face at peace. She didn’t wake when he picked her up and carried her upstairs to his bedroom, nor when he took off her blouse, now wrinkled and damp with sweat, and settled her into bed.
    He set the alarm on his watch for two hours and left the room.

Chapter Seven
    Later in the night, she awoke. The room was deeply dark and she lay awake not moving, trying to remember where she was. The memories slowing returned and she relaxed, still half asleep. I really should go, I need to get back home.
    The thought receded almost as fast as it occurred. She was warm and content. She lay on her side and she