then exploring lower.
His fingers reach my tender mound and he gently parts my folds and settles two fingers either side of my clit.
“So wet,” he rasps. “I adore how responsive you are.”
He starts moving his fingers in tight, wicked circles and my legs turn to jelly.
My head falls back against his shoulder and I let out a moan from somewhere deep in my chest.
His fingers feel incredible, his movements slow and strong, and sure.
I’m so close I can taste it.
My moans of pleasure feel like they’re coming from someone else. My toes curl. So close... So close...
He suddenly pulls his fingers away and I nearly scream. I’m literally on the edge, my pussy pulsing with heat, my heartbeat pounding in my veins so hard I think I might erupt.
He blows warm breath over my earlobe then flicks his tongue out to lick it before blowing gently again. All it does is intensify my need to have him touch me again.
I struggle against his grasp but he holds tight.
“You’ll come when I’m ready to let you,” he says, the pure dominance in his words making me flush with raw molten desire.
He picks me up effortlessly and carries me to the bed. I hear a match striking and all at once the room is dimply lit by a single flickering flame.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he says, his voice gruff and dangerously quiet.
I do as I’m told.
His breathing is rough and I can feel him just watching me.
I can only imagine how I look to him.
On my hands and knees, light from the candle flickering and dancing over my naked flesh.
Why isn’t he touching me?
I feel the sudden urge to fidget or at least turn to look at him.
But I don’t.
Last night he let me have control, something he doesn’t do very often, something I know he finds difficult.
But he did it for me, because he sensed that I needed it.
Now I’ll do it for him.
I’ll be still for him, I’ll do whatever he tells me to do, and I’ll trust him to not hurt me.
But every second without his touch is torture.
I can actually feel the slight heat from the flickering candle. I can feel every goose bump rising on my flesh, every breath and every heartbeat seeming to come in slow motion as the seconds tick by.
When finally I hear him shift behind me I almost whimper with relief, and when he starts running the barest fingertips over the back of my thighs I feel it like bolts of hot energy coursing through my veins and flooding into my already soaking core.
He slowly, deliberately, drags his rough fingertips over my thighs, up over my sensitive buttocks, then reaches up to the spot between my shoulder blades and strokes the side of his hand down the line of my spine.
“Joshua...” I moan, my voice cracking.
He moves up behind me and I feel the length of his rock-hard shaft resting against my butt. He shifts and I feel the length of him pushing between my soaking folds, dragging across my swollen clit.
“Is this what you want, Jennifer?”
He pulls back and rocks his hips, stroking my clit with his rigid length.
I clasp the sheets with my hands and feel myself rocking with him, forcing my pussy harder against his solid shaft.
I feel the familiar tingles spreading up my thighs, down my back – all my nerves are focused on that one spot where he’s dragging his cock back and forth over my clit.
“Joshua... yes, Joshua...”
I’m so close again.
Closer.
Ooh closer.
My whole body breaks out in goose bumps. I feel my thighs tensing, my toes curling.
“No!” I do scream this time when he suddenly pulls away, leaving me hanging on the pinnacle of climactic bliss.
“You’ll come, when I say,” he growls and I feel the same frustration radiating off him.
“Move up the bed and lie on your back,” he says and I do as I’m told. “Now link your wrists above your head.”
He opens a drawer and pulls out a set of pink, fluffy handcuffs, and my eyes widen as he holds them up. We’ve played with a little BDSM before and I know how much it turns him
His fingers reach my tender mound and he gently parts my folds and settles two fingers either side of my clit.
“So wet,” he rasps. “I adore how responsive you are.”
He starts moving his fingers in tight, wicked circles and my legs turn to jelly.
My head falls back against his shoulder and I let out a moan from somewhere deep in my chest.
His fingers feel incredible, his movements slow and strong, and sure.
I’m so close I can taste it.
My moans of pleasure feel like they’re coming from someone else. My toes curl. So close... So close...
He suddenly pulls his fingers away and I nearly scream. I’m literally on the edge, my pussy pulsing with heat, my heartbeat pounding in my veins so hard I think I might erupt.
He blows warm breath over my earlobe then flicks his tongue out to lick it before blowing gently again. All it does is intensify my need to have him touch me again.
I struggle against his grasp but he holds tight.
“You’ll come when I’m ready to let you,” he says, the pure dominance in his words making me flush with raw molten desire.
He picks me up effortlessly and carries me to the bed. I hear a match striking and all at once the room is dimply lit by a single flickering flame.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he says, his voice gruff and dangerously quiet.
I do as I’m told.
His breathing is rough and I can feel him just watching me.
I can only imagine how I look to him.
On my hands and knees, light from the candle flickering and dancing over my naked flesh.
Why isn’t he touching me?
I feel the sudden urge to fidget or at least turn to look at him.
But I don’t.
Last night he let me have control, something he doesn’t do very often, something I know he finds difficult.
But he did it for me, because he sensed that I needed it.
Now I’ll do it for him.
I’ll be still for him, I’ll do whatever he tells me to do, and I’ll trust him to not hurt me.
But every second without his touch is torture.
I can actually feel the slight heat from the flickering candle. I can feel every goose bump rising on my flesh, every breath and every heartbeat seeming to come in slow motion as the seconds tick by.
When finally I hear him shift behind me I almost whimper with relief, and when he starts running the barest fingertips over the back of my thighs I feel it like bolts of hot energy coursing through my veins and flooding into my already soaking core.
He slowly, deliberately, drags his rough fingertips over my thighs, up over my sensitive buttocks, then reaches up to the spot between my shoulder blades and strokes the side of his hand down the line of my spine.
“Joshua...” I moan, my voice cracking.
He moves up behind me and I feel the length of his rock-hard shaft resting against my butt. He shifts and I feel the length of him pushing between my soaking folds, dragging across my swollen clit.
“Is this what you want, Jennifer?”
He pulls back and rocks his hips, stroking my clit with his rigid length.
I clasp the sheets with my hands and feel myself rocking with him, forcing my pussy harder against his solid shaft.
I feel the familiar tingles spreading up my thighs, down my back – all my nerves are focused on that one spot where he’s dragging his cock back and forth over my clit.
“Joshua... yes, Joshua...”
I’m so close again.
Closer.
Ooh closer.
My whole body breaks out in goose bumps. I feel my thighs tensing, my toes curling.
“No!” I do scream this time when he suddenly pulls away, leaving me hanging on the pinnacle of climactic bliss.
“You’ll come, when I say,” he growls and I feel the same frustration radiating off him.
“Move up the bed and lie on your back,” he says and I do as I’m told. “Now link your wrists above your head.”
He opens a drawer and pulls out a set of pink, fluffy handcuffs, and my eyes widen as he holds them up. We’ve played with a little BDSM before and I know how much it turns him
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