Blayne Edwards by Caine

being pleased.
    “Luke, please…”
    The man glanced up at her briefly before letting go of her ass with one hand and bringing it to the lips of her sex. Chloe felt the harsh brush of calloused fingers run through the reddish-blonde hair that hid the cleavage of her aroused and empty slit. Fingertips searched, parted her curls and explored, each time barely and, she suspected, purposely missing the hard, inflamed bud of her clit.
    Chloe felt her back arch without her permission. Her mind had nothing to do with her pelvis as it tilted and raised to offer its assistance in subjecting the hidden pearl between her thighs to his stroke. Luke’s hand continued to roam the wet, dewy landscape of her mound, sifting through curls and caressing swollen flesh without once blessing the tiny head of her female member with his touch.
    Consciously, she didn’t want this man’s fingers to tease and torment the nub of flesh whose satisfaction would solidify his standing as the most recent and by far the most disturbing lover Chloe had ever had. Even more disturbing than the alpha had been to her. Chloe could rationalize her way around that. The animal’s innocence made her own guilt less than it could have been. Her mind could control its beliefs and conclusions when she thought about why she had become aroused and wet under the alpha’s body.
    But this was a man who knew exactly what he was doing. And Chloe knew that both of them had the ability to stop themselves from acting like animals. At least her educated, thinking mind knew this.
    Her flesh, on the other hand, wasn’t so easily placated. It thrummed its desire to be discovered. It ached and argued. Pleaded even as it began to console itself with her body’s own pulse and rhythms. Her fingernails dug into the fabric beside her as Chloe struggled to back down an urge she felt destroying every notion of free will and control she had ever known. As the struggle increased, Chloe felt her mind beginning to sway. To side with her body. And in the end, although the determination of a man’s entire being had instigated the coupling, it was the smallest of things, the very tiniest piece of sexual flesh, to which Chloe’s resolve fell victim.
    Smaller feminine fingers wrapped around the larger male digits belonging to this man she had just met and guided his hand through the curls. Immersed his fingers between folds of outer womb and warmth. And finally ground them against the minuscule fomenter that reigns over a woman’s pleasure.
    She suspected he had wanted her to do exactly this. She suspected that Luke had teased her for the simple purpose of forcing her to take what she wanted. Chloe had long ago come to believe that a man’s truest pleasure lay not in his own orgasm, but in his power to render a woman as helpless as possible to her own desires.
    This man’s reaction to her taking more initiative and guiding him to her pleasure was immediate and powerful. The pad of his thumb pressed against her clit and circled. Gently at first. More roughly when she moved her hand and left him to his own devices. The pressure and friction perfect. Exquisitely stimulating and causing her cunt to flex within itself and ache with a need to be filled by some part of this man. Chloe gasped and reached for his face and neck to try and drive away the intensity of what he was doing to her.
    Luke shook his face away from her and then brought his other hand away from her ass. The reprieve gave Chloe’s mind enough time to take control of her senses again and she leaned forward to try and pull her body back on the couch, away from the pain of his pleasing her. But she found her efforts unneeded.
    He stopped. Chloe hurried to reposition herself on the couch and started to gather her robe and renewed will about her, but was stopped when Luke reached to take her hands into each of his. He brought her arms around behind her back and wedged her hands underneath her rump. Effortlessly, Chloe’s body was