moaned. “Celibate.”
“I haven’t touched you. You haven’t touched me. Nothing but
that railing. But it’s not enough. You put her hand between your legs, and it’s
so wet there. You feel yourself, soaked with wetness, your clit a hard little
nub. You want to rub it, don’t you?”
“ Yes .”
“You rub your clit for me. You stroke your fingers into your
vagina, deeper, deeper. You need to go so deep, so hard to make yourself feel
better. One finger isn’t enough, neither is two. Three is just right. You feel
your own walls squeezing you as you rock on your hand. You tease your clit with
your thumb. You pinch your sweet nipples, one after the other, then again, all
the while you press into yourself and rub that wanting clit.”
Goddess, make it stop! Elisa rocked on the stool,
eyes closed, while the clit in question burned. But she couldn’t put her hand
there to ease the ache. That wasn’t allowed.
“I’m standing below, still watching you,” Braden said, his
voice like velvet in her ear. “My cock is so hard now, and so long. You see how
much I want you, and you want me to fuck you. But I can’t go to you. All I can
do is stroke myself, while you stroke your own pussy. You pretend it’s me
inside you, not your fingers.”
Elisa’s cleft clenched, moisture flowing. She gripped the
table.
Braden leaned so close that his lips touched her ear as he
spoke. “That’s it, little darlin’. You think of my tongue on you, hot and wet.
I want to taste your skin, swallow your come, rub my tongue all over your
pussy. You want my tongue going in and out of you, lapping you up.”
“Stop,” she whispered.
“No, baby. You keep rubbing yourself, and I’m aching for
you, dying for you. I stroke my cock, my fist hard on it. I start to come,
crying your name. Elisa. Then my come spreads all over my hand. You see
that, my wanting for you, and then you come.”
“Yes.”
“You press your clit, you feel it burning you.” Braden’s
breath scalded her. “You squeeze, and squeeze, and squeeze .”
“Yes!” Elisa shouted the word. She pressed her thighs
together, rocking on the stool while waves of darkness drowned her. She was
dizzy, her cries incoherent, and her clit was hot.
Braden cradled her, his big arm around her, his voice
soothing. “That’s it. That’s good, love.”
Elisa pressed her legs together, more, more, loving the
fiery sensation and the loss of control. This was wrong, this was forbidden,
and it felt so good .
“You’re all right,” Braden said. “Hush now.”
He was so warm, smelled fine. He gathered her to him as she
rode out the climax, nuzzling her cheek and kissing her hair.
Elisa curled against him, tears on her face as her body
shuddered.
Outside, the brutal sand slapped the worn metal doors,
desperate to get in. But inside, snug in Braden’s arms, Elisa had never felt so
safe and cared for in all her life.
Braden told Elisa that she was all right, but he wasn’t. He’d brought her off with words alone, something only level ones did,
but Braden was heating up, needing release. That would involve hands or tongues
or devices or…
Shut the fuck up.
Elisa’s head rested on his shoulder, her hair soft beneath
his lips. “You shouldn’t have been able to get through my meditation,” she
said.
“Your meditation got you all relaxed, and your mind and body
took you where you wanted to go.”
Maybe. His explanation sounded good, but right now Braden
didn’t give a flying fuck how it had happened. He only cared that it had happened and that she’d looked so beautiful with her eyes closed, face soft
with pleasure, moaning as she rocked on the stool.
“You didn’t even touch me,” she said.
Nope. They’d done all that without skin meeting skin.
But now Braden’s cock was tighter than any cock should be,
and his level-three instincts were swiftly rising. He wanted to take her to the
library right now, spread her against the railing and tie her there, and
“I haven’t touched you. You haven’t touched me. Nothing but
that railing. But it’s not enough. You put her hand between your legs, and it’s
so wet there. You feel yourself, soaked with wetness, your clit a hard little
nub. You want to rub it, don’t you?”
“ Yes .”
“You rub your clit for me. You stroke your fingers into your
vagina, deeper, deeper. You need to go so deep, so hard to make yourself feel
better. One finger isn’t enough, neither is two. Three is just right. You feel
your own walls squeezing you as you rock on your hand. You tease your clit with
your thumb. You pinch your sweet nipples, one after the other, then again, all
the while you press into yourself and rub that wanting clit.”
Goddess, make it stop! Elisa rocked on the stool,
eyes closed, while the clit in question burned. But she couldn’t put her hand
there to ease the ache. That wasn’t allowed.
“I’m standing below, still watching you,” Braden said, his
voice like velvet in her ear. “My cock is so hard now, and so long. You see how
much I want you, and you want me to fuck you. But I can’t go to you. All I can
do is stroke myself, while you stroke your own pussy. You pretend it’s me
inside you, not your fingers.”
Elisa’s cleft clenched, moisture flowing. She gripped the
table.
Braden leaned so close that his lips touched her ear as he
spoke. “That’s it, little darlin’. You think of my tongue on you, hot and wet.
I want to taste your skin, swallow your come, rub my tongue all over your
pussy. You want my tongue going in and out of you, lapping you up.”
“Stop,” she whispered.
“No, baby. You keep rubbing yourself, and I’m aching for
you, dying for you. I stroke my cock, my fist hard on it. I start to come,
crying your name. Elisa. Then my come spreads all over my hand. You see
that, my wanting for you, and then you come.”
“Yes.”
“You press your clit, you feel it burning you.” Braden’s
breath scalded her. “You squeeze, and squeeze, and squeeze .”
“Yes!” Elisa shouted the word. She pressed her thighs
together, rocking on the stool while waves of darkness drowned her. She was
dizzy, her cries incoherent, and her clit was hot.
Braden cradled her, his big arm around her, his voice
soothing. “That’s it. That’s good, love.”
Elisa pressed her legs together, more, more, loving the
fiery sensation and the loss of control. This was wrong, this was forbidden,
and it felt so good .
“You’re all right,” Braden said. “Hush now.”
He was so warm, smelled fine. He gathered her to him as she
rode out the climax, nuzzling her cheek and kissing her hair.
Elisa curled against him, tears on her face as her body
shuddered.
Outside, the brutal sand slapped the worn metal doors,
desperate to get in. But inside, snug in Braden’s arms, Elisa had never felt so
safe and cared for in all her life.
Braden told Elisa that she was all right, but he wasn’t. He’d brought her off with words alone, something only level ones did,
but Braden was heating up, needing release. That would involve hands or tongues
or devices or…
Shut the fuck up.
Elisa’s head rested on his shoulder, her hair soft beneath
his lips. “You shouldn’t have been able to get through my meditation,” she
said.
“Your meditation got you all relaxed, and your mind and body
took you where you wanted to go.”
Maybe. His explanation sounded good, but right now Braden
didn’t give a flying fuck how it had happened. He only cared that it had happened and that she’d looked so beautiful with her eyes closed, face soft
with pleasure, moaning as she rocked on the stool.
“You didn’t even touch me,” she said.
Nope. They’d done all that without skin meeting skin.
But now Braden’s cock was tighter than any cock should be,
and his level-three instincts were swiftly rising. He wanted to take her to the
library right now, spread her against the railing and tie her there, and
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