Fire In His Eyes (Secrets & Seduction #1)(23)
“The miles just keep rollin'
As the people leave their way to say hello I've heard this life is overrated But I hope that it gets better as we go, oh yeah yeah”.
I continued my dance in time to the music wanting him to wait, and ache to touch my body, and as the track ended and the next song began to play, I leisurely crawled up on to the bed, and straddled him. “No touching yet,” I warned.
“You’ve planned this,” he groaned his frustration but kept his hands to his side like a good boy.
“Mmh,” I murmured seductively and bit my lower lip fully knowing he was watching my every move.
I sat on his thighs and began to undo his belt without breaking eye contact. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and gave him a little rub through his boxers. He was already fully aroused. I saw him lick his lips, and he, who was always so in control, was breathing out of his mouth. I knew he was incredibly turned on. But he resisted and continued to let me take the lead. I began to work the buttons of his shirt and pulled it from the waist band of his pants, and leaned in to lick his flat chest from his belly button up to chest between his pectoral muscles. I felt his muscles jump beneath my palms as I stroked his chest and abductors. “Mmm, you taste so good,” I breathed. I maintained eye contact the whole time. I licked one of his nipples, flicking my tongue across it, and then blew on it making them harden, then I made my way to his other nipple and did the same. I scooted up on him to continue the journey to his neck while arching my back and pressing my crotch onto his erection. He groaned at the contact. I kissed his collarbone, then neck, and then made my way to his finely chiseled chin, licking, kissing and nibbling him ever so lightly with my teeth. His hands reached for my arms but I pushed them down again, and I could feel him shaking as he fought for control.
“Oh, God, Monica. I want to touch you so bad. I have to touch you.” His words sounded panicky, strange, yet filled with desire. He was getting desperate to touch me, and this was what I had wanted.
“Go ahead, baby. You can touch me, now.” I gave him the permission he craved and his hands immediately went around me, to my back, and then my bottom. He pushed down on them and pushed up off the mattress.
My kissing and seduction continued along his face and neck and when my mouth reached his, I plunged my tongue into it, and withdrew, then bit his lower lip, sucking on it briefly and taking it into my mouth. He lost it, then.
“Monica, stop for second,” he ground out sounding like he was in pain. “I think I’m going to cum. Please stop.”
Wow, I thought, and was pretty pleased with myself, but did as he asked and waited for him, not moving until he had the time to regain control. He pushed me a bit, and I sat up, and he positioned my leg off of him. He then slid off the bed as I knelt there and he removed the rest of his clothes, and stripped for me.
“I’ll be right back,” he murmured and went to my bathroom. He came back moments later and set the jar of Vaseline from my bathroom cabinet on my night stand then got onto the bed and knelt in front of me. Taking my head in his hands, he kissed me with a wildness and abandon that left me gasping for air. Gripping my face, his kiss deepened and explored my mouth. He was in control again I could see, but I let him take the lead as I had accomplished what I wanted to do. One hand came off my face, and he used it to reach behind me to unclasp my bra still not breaking the kiss. He drew the strap off one side and then the other, switching hands from my face to the other strap. When my bra fell, his head dipped to capture my nipple in his mouth, and he flicked his tongue across it several times and the blood in my veins rushed to my groin, and then he sucked my nipple deep into his mouth. I urged him on, with a throaty response. Desire for him pooled at my core.
He switched to the other breast giving it the same magnificent attention. My nipples were hard little stones, and it was nearly painful, yet it was exquisite torture too. He pushed me back onto the bed, yanked my panties off with one hand, stroked the outside of my * with his palm, and cupped me there. I watched his eyes as he worked. They were like blue fire. Amazing! I felt one finger go in my *, then out, then two fingers, in then out. He put those fingers in his mouth and sucked on them, and then returned to his fingers there, stroking. I was on fire, twisting and turning to meet his touch. His thumb found my nub and pressed, and circled repeatedly as I began to buck on the bed, and reach for his cock to stroke him, too. He stopped my hand after a few passes, and turned me around so that I was lying on my stomach with my ass in the air. “Touch yourself, Monica. Slowly, not too fast,” he instructed. I did. His palms found my ass, and he bent to kiss each rounded mound. “You have a beautiful behind, Monica. And I am going to love f*cking your ass.” He caressed my rear when I tightened nervously at his words. I had wanted to surprise him with the tattoo on my lower back, but thought he would take it to mean doggy-style. From the look on his face, I didn’t have the heart to disappoint him. I guess I was going to try something new again.
“I know you haven’t done this before, baby. But I am so happy you are willing to try it. Relax, and keep touching yourself slowly, circles, Mi Cara.” I felt the mattress dip as he leaned over to reach for the Vaseline, and heard the soft pop as he opened the jar. One hand kept caressing my ass, and one finger began to probe my ass. It felt strange. He inserted one finger, just the tip. It wasn’t too bad, just different. He inserted it deeper, then withdrew, then did it again. “You’re so tight. You have never done this before so it will hurt. Thank-you for this, not a lot of girls are willing to try it. You’re so special.” He kept sliding his finger in and out of my ass. “It’s going to be uncomfortable for a while, I’m not going to lie, but I will prepare you, and please you.” He repeated the motion four or five more times with one finger, then two, and I felt him spreading those fingers stretching me. It was uncomfortable, but not unpleasant. He then spread my legs, and knelt between them. “Monica, touch yourself faster, and harder so that when I penetrate you the pain will be less intense,” he spoke the words as he continued to slide his fingers in and out of my ass faster. It started to feel really good. “Don’t tighten up, stay relaxed.” I watched him over my shoulder as he watched me pleasure myself between my legs. His eyes blazed as he took a condom from the bedside table and put it on his engorged penis. Not breaking eye contact with him, I watched as he moved closer. Then I felt his dick at my ass. He pushed into me slowly, just the tip, and I stretched around him. He only went in a little bit, then pulled back out to put more Vaseline onto his shaft over the condom. I turned my head to watch as he stroked himself, a couple of times, while looking me in the eyes. I touched myself, circling my clit, in the way I liked best, and began to squirm. He bent over leaning on one hand and slid his other hand under my waist to urge me into a kneeling position. Then he plunged into me, to the hilt, it hurt like holy hell, but I didn’t feel anything tear. I cried out. He withdrew, and plunged again. It still hurt, but not as much. He withdrew and plunged again sliding in and out staring into my eyes all the while. He then began to yell. “Monica, make yourself cum for me, baby, hold nothing back. You are so f*cking tight, baby. I am close, baby.” I was already close, too, despite the pain, but I could tell from his voice he was closer. I rubbed furiously at my clit, and began to really get into it as he rode my ass. I clenched the muscles in my vagina, and he screamed, “Monica!” I screamed out, “Oh Victor,” and collapsed on the bed. He collapsed beside me, and drew me close to him and we gazed into each other’s eyes. I didn’t see the fire there anymore, but what I saw surprised me because I thought it looked like tears because his eyes were glistening. He closed his eyes then and turned away, but used his hand to press my head down onto his chest so I couldn’t look him in the eyes, and he held me like that until we fell asleep whispering about how spectacular and special I was. It made me feel for the first time that he might care for me just a little bit. But, when I woke up at six, the alarm clock blaring in my ear, he was gone, no note, no nothing. He had simply left in the night, and I cried for the first time in a very, very long time. Then I got mad.