anxiety and dread over what he’d do to me, I wanted him. I wanted to know what it felt like to be taken by a strong, overpowering man like him.
He came close to me, where I stood at the foot of the bed. The light was dim, just enough to let me see him. To let him see me.
His hands were all over me, but his eyes never left mine. His hands cupped my butt, pulling me to him. I gasped in surprise, then moaned when I felt his erection press against me. I knew what that was all about, and it felt huge. I was a little scared, and my heart beat even faster than his touch had already made it.
He kissed me then, his mouth crushing mine. Yes. This was what I wanted. I parted my lips and let him thrust his tongue into my mouth. My arms wrapped around his neck, helping me hold myself up against his onslaught of kisses. My knees were so weak, I thought I might hit the floor.
His heart was pounding as hard as mine was. I felt it thumping against my chest when he held me close to him and plundered my mouth. Blood raced through my veins like fire. His big, strong hands still groped my backside, sending bolts of electricity through me. I thought I might scream, it felt so good.
Then he pulled away, so abruptly I almost fell over. “I wanna see you,” he said. His arm reached around my back, easing the zipper down my back. I shivered, resisting the urge to cover myself with my hands. When the zipper was down, his hand swept up my back.
He eased the dress over my body—slowly, tenderly, like I imagined a lover would. I thought he was teasing himself as much as he was teasing me. By the time the dress hit the floor, and I was left in my push-up bra, thong and heels, his mouth was open slightly and his chest rose up and down rapidly as he breathed.
“My God,” he whispered. “You’re perfect.”
I blushed all over. He sat on the bed, moving me until I stood between his legs. His hands roamed over my skin. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, moaning. Goosebumps rose from head to toe as he explored me. The curve of my butt. The curves of my breasts. My hips, down my thighs. Moisture soaked through my panties as he drove me nearly insane with lust.
Then, after what felt like forever, he slid the bra straps over my shoulders and down my arms. I whimpered, suddenly very nervous. Every part of me wanted this, but I couldn’t get over my fear.
“Shh…it’s okay.” He reached behind me, finding the hook, unclasping them. “It’ll be okay. I swear. I wanna see your body.”
I nodded, biting my lip, and allowed him to slide the bra from me. His eyes widened, and I almost sighed in satisfaction when my breasts were freed from their prison. Then he touched them, and my head tilted back again.
He stroked them, played with them, ran his thumbs across the nipples until they stood up in hard peaks. It was almost painful, the intensity of it. Then, just when I thought it couldn’t get better, I felt his tongue swipe across one, then the other. My body jumped, and I held his head close to me almost instinctively. I wanted more.
He gave me what I needed, sucking and nibbling on me. I was lost in pleasure, eyes closed, mouth open. I was conscious of a steady stream of moans and incoherent cries coming from my mouth. I never thought it would feel this good—or maybe he was just really good at what he did.
Without warning, he took me by the waist and nearly threw me onto the bed. I hardly had time to catch my breath before he started stripping off his clothes. My mouth hung open in wonder as he revealed his body to me. The word “gladiator” came to mind, and I dismissed it, but that was the closest thing I could think to compare him to. He was pure muscle, chiseled, his massive arms and shoulders begging to be held onto. My fingers ached to touch him. He slid off his pants and I nearly gasped. His shorts revealed the size of his erection, and I was torn between drooling over
He came close to me, where I stood at the foot of the bed. The light was dim, just enough to let me see him. To let him see me.
His hands were all over me, but his eyes never left mine. His hands cupped my butt, pulling me to him. I gasped in surprise, then moaned when I felt his erection press against me. I knew what that was all about, and it felt huge. I was a little scared, and my heart beat even faster than his touch had already made it.
He kissed me then, his mouth crushing mine. Yes. This was what I wanted. I parted my lips and let him thrust his tongue into my mouth. My arms wrapped around his neck, helping me hold myself up against his onslaught of kisses. My knees were so weak, I thought I might hit the floor.
His heart was pounding as hard as mine was. I felt it thumping against my chest when he held me close to him and plundered my mouth. Blood raced through my veins like fire. His big, strong hands still groped my backside, sending bolts of electricity through me. I thought I might scream, it felt so good.
Then he pulled away, so abruptly I almost fell over. “I wanna see you,” he said. His arm reached around my back, easing the zipper down my back. I shivered, resisting the urge to cover myself with my hands. When the zipper was down, his hand swept up my back.
He eased the dress over my body—slowly, tenderly, like I imagined a lover would. I thought he was teasing himself as much as he was teasing me. By the time the dress hit the floor, and I was left in my push-up bra, thong and heels, his mouth was open slightly and his chest rose up and down rapidly as he breathed.
“My God,” he whispered. “You’re perfect.”
I blushed all over. He sat on the bed, moving me until I stood between his legs. His hands roamed over my skin. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, moaning. Goosebumps rose from head to toe as he explored me. The curve of my butt. The curves of my breasts. My hips, down my thighs. Moisture soaked through my panties as he drove me nearly insane with lust.
Then, after what felt like forever, he slid the bra straps over my shoulders and down my arms. I whimpered, suddenly very nervous. Every part of me wanted this, but I couldn’t get over my fear.
“Shh…it’s okay.” He reached behind me, finding the hook, unclasping them. “It’ll be okay. I swear. I wanna see your body.”
I nodded, biting my lip, and allowed him to slide the bra from me. His eyes widened, and I almost sighed in satisfaction when my breasts were freed from their prison. Then he touched them, and my head tilted back again.
He stroked them, played with them, ran his thumbs across the nipples until they stood up in hard peaks. It was almost painful, the intensity of it. Then, just when I thought it couldn’t get better, I felt his tongue swipe across one, then the other. My body jumped, and I held his head close to me almost instinctively. I wanted more.
He gave me what I needed, sucking and nibbling on me. I was lost in pleasure, eyes closed, mouth open. I was conscious of a steady stream of moans and incoherent cries coming from my mouth. I never thought it would feel this good—or maybe he was just really good at what he did.
Without warning, he took me by the waist and nearly threw me onto the bed. I hardly had time to catch my breath before he started stripping off his clothes. My mouth hung open in wonder as he revealed his body to me. The word “gladiator” came to mind, and I dismissed it, but that was the closest thing I could think to compare him to. He was pure muscle, chiseled, his massive arms and shoulders begging to be held onto. My fingers ached to touch him. He slid off his pants and I nearly gasped. His shorts revealed the size of his erection, and I was torn between drooling over
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