There. She'd said it. Through trembling lips and in a voice that was barely her own, she'd finally said the words he'd wanted her to say.
How do you want me. An invitation, a submission. And yet a statement at the same time. Tell me how you want me….and if you're lucky, you can have it.
That's what he'd wanted, this incredible man of hers. This new lover who had so swiftly, so easily, banished every ghost of her past, had chased away all the demons lurking in her soul. This man, who now wanted her to revel in her ultimate power; the power to submit to his lust, to the sharp, keen desire that flared in his eyes when he looked at her.
Just like he was doing now.
Only now, the heat in his eyes was almost feral, the stern set of his jaw resolute. As if her words had unlocked some hidden lust that he'd only ever hinted at before. He stood, gloriously naked, at the side of the bed, gazing down at her naked body as she lay, pliant, open, waiting for him to decide what do to her. His cock surged at her words, thicker and harder than she'd ever seen, all but throbbing with need. Anticipation shivered through her, chilling her naked skin but warming the damp, lush folds of her sex.
He said nothing. Rather, he spoke only with his eyes as he slowly reached for her, his strong hand gently trailing along her jaw and down in between the valley of her breasts. Then his caress became a command, a subtle gripping of her waist, and with one fluid, easy motion he guided her over onto her stomach, her hair spilling into her face, a small cry of surprise and delight escaping her lips.
His mouth against the back of her neck was hot and sensuous, kissing down her spine in a slow torturous trail. Her shoulders, her back….slow, open-mouthed, scorching kisses that ignited her senses wherever they fell. As though the skin beneath his roaming lips was the most decadent of tastes. Her nipples hardened against the blanket beneath her and she squirmed, trying in vain to sate the wet desire that surged between her legs.
Still, he said nothing. But his hands began to wander the length of her, curving gently over her ass, squeezing her flesh in a grip so possessive, so firm and unyielding. She was his. Every lick, every kiss, every grasp of her flesh told her she was his, and he would take her, however he wanted.
And as though she were made of nothing, nothing but air and light and a heady desire that coursed through her veins, he positioned her with confident hands, laying her width-wise across the bed and pulling her knees back to the edge of the bed, her calves falling away unsupported. And with confident hands he eased her up onto her knees, too, tilting her hips up and nudging her legs apart.
A sliver of fear sliced through her. She felt so exposed, so vulnerable, as the cool air whispered over her pussy and made the liquid heat of her arousal feel even hotter. She closed her eyes and drew in a trembling breath as she felt him sink down to his knees behind her.
His hands roamed over her ass, kneading provocatively as he kissed her skin, and then she felt the silken trail of his mouth down the backs of her thighs. Lust spasmed through her pussy, making her swelling clit quiver with need. He lingered, he kissed her lazily, languidly, licking her thighs with teasing strokes of his tongue until she thought she might go mad. She buried her face in the blanket and whimpered, desperate not to give in and beg him to lick her. She had offered herself to him, and she would submit, however much her pussy ached for the feel of his tongue.
And then, suddenly, his fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs and he leaned forward to taste her with one long, erotic stroke of his tongue.
Pleasure shot through her, so fierce and sharp that she lifted her head and cried out. Her breath caught on a gasp as he delved deeper, as his tongue began to swirl and circle, as she felt his hot breath against her clit and his ravenous mouth begin to ravage her.
He licked her sensuously, laving his tongue against her opening as his hands gripped the back of her thighs, easing her wider apart for his mouth. He licked her with long, luscious, torturous strokes of his tongue, teasing the moist heat of her folds and dipping into her opening to pulse into her. His tongue slid into her, withdrawing and penetrating again and again in a sensuous rhythm, fucking her slowly, invading her in an act so intimate, so carnal, that she felt even more liquid heat surge from her to coat his tongue. He groaned in approval as he savoured her, and plunged his tongue even deeper, seeking out more of her wet, silken desire.
"Baby…" she whispered, a sound more than a word, a breath more than a sound. The pleasure was surging through her now in waves, claiming every part of her. She felt her inner muscles clenching around his tongue as he fucked her with an increasingly urgent pace, as his fingers dug into her flesh and his own soft moans of pleasure grew louder.
His tongue slipped out of her to slide along her folds again, lapping at her with a delicious slowness that nearly pushed her over the edge. He suckled her lips, feasting, teasing, biting with gentle nips that fired pinpoint sparks of pain through her. And then, just when she thought she might come from his hungry exploration of her, he dipped lower, moved closer to her, and his tongue stretched to tease her aching clit.
She bucked as his tongue reached her, pleasure ripping through her as he flicked at the swollen nub. His face was pressed close to her and she could feel his breath against the folds he had just been lavishing but it was his tongue, his strong, velvety, ravenous tongue that sent shockwaves of exquisite agony rocketing through her. She cried out, a low keening moan floating through the air and filling the room, her clit quivering helplessly beneath his tongue.
He gripped her hips, curving his arms around them so that his hands came to rest on her ass even as he tilted her up higher, the better to swath his tongue over her clit. Her back swayed as she adjusted to the position, her hips tilting upward even as her belly brushed the top of the quilt, and as the pleasure washed over her she began to move her hips, almost involuntary, rotating them slowly, grinding them against his tongue as her breath came in ragged pants of pure, primitive need.
He licked her slowly, deliciously, swirling the nub around and around his tongue as his breath came faster and he groaned at the sensation. He was buried in her, his mouth working hungrily as she ground against him, moaning and crying out with each new area his tongue explored.
The pleasure was almost beyond bearing. Gripped from behind, his strong arms tilted her sex up to him, his mouth devouring her moist heat and torturing her in a torrent of mindless lust. And the slow, steady gyration of her hips against his mouth made her almost boneless with ecstasy, enjoying every lick, every suck, every agonizing swirl against her exquisitely sensitive clit .
He let his fingers reach further down, around her thigh, his fingertips playing with her opening while his tongue danced over her swollen nub. And then he was inside her, his fingers dipping into her, She could feel her silken wetness coating his fingers as he plunged and withdrew, teased and tortured. Her pussy seized his fingers, grasping, clenching as he fucked her with deliberate slowness, as he grazed against her g-spot and plunged deeper into her tight sheath.
Then he found her with his left hand, and dipped a finger into her folds to soak it in her arousal. It trailed lightly up to the small, tight opening of her rear and began to gently caress her.
She bucked against him with the new sensation, the unfamiliar and somehow forbidden pleasure of being touched so intimately. New waves of pleasure flooded her, and made her pussy clench around the fingers that pulsed in and out of her. She felt more than heard his own low groan of pleasure as he stroked her ass and fucked her pussy, and languidly, torturously lapped at her spasming clit. She moaned and ground against him in breathless ecstasy, unable to stop her hips from circling deeper, pushing back into his fingers, straining to meet his every touch.
"Oh God." she cried, as his mouth began to work feverishly, his tongue flicking over her as his own breathing quickened at the way her body responded to him. His fingers worked deeper into both her openings and he fucked her with a gentle but steadily increasing rhythm.