Frigid Affair(13)
He lifted me by my hair until I was facing him, my lips still tingling from the action they’d been involved in. “Is this what you like?”
As a matter of fact, I did. I knew what had come over me. I’d been starved because I’d denied myself real pleasure. This was an awakening I needed to happen. After all, this guy, well he was the sexiest man I’d seen in years. His build, his personality, it screamed ‘desire me’. This was my moment; probably my one chance at being with a man again. It was time to take control and make sure I made the best of the situation. “You haven’t begun to touch the surface of how I like it.” I pushed him hard into the tile wall. “Get on your knees. Wash me. Clean my *.” I felt empowered as I spoke, almost as if I was having an out of body experience. Much to my surprise, Easton did as I ordered, smiling the entire way to the floor. Having him touch me, especially for the first time tickled. I giggled and focused on something mundane to keep from shaking around. The second time his hand traced my * I was more than ready for what was to come. I liked watching him, seeing his eyes so focused on the prize. “You like what you see, don’t you?”
“You’re damn right I do. How about I show you how I like my dessert?”
I let my fingers lace through his hair while I responded. “Oh, yeah. Show me how it’s done.”
He lapped up my *, using his tongue to bring me pleasure. Easton flicked my clit, while driving a couple fingers into my wet cunt. This was the kind of action I’d imagined while pleasing myself alone in bed at night. I wanted it rough, and dangerous. At any moment he could hurt me. We didn’t know each other, not the way a man and woman should when they’re going to be intimate. When he spun me around, spreading the cheeks of my ass apart, I almost felt violated. It was obvious he was amusing himself, toying around with my little hole – an area that had always been sensitive and private. Then I felt something warm, hotter than the comfortable stream of water. It was his tongue again, this time licking me in the most erotic of areas. I gasped as he pulled away, and then went back again, beginning to f*ck my ass with his mouth. He sucked on my cheek, so hard I knew it would leave a mark. When he withdrew he slapped them both at the same time, and jiggled them before letting go. “Your ass is exceptional. I can’t find one like this back home.”
Seeing as how much he admired the rear of a woman, I decided to give him what I knew he was yearning for. “You want it, don’t you? You want to slide that cock of yours inside of my little hole? You want it dirty?”
He brought his shaft up and teased the area. My * began to throb with anticipation. I spread one of my ass cheeks to help him along, awaiting the pain followed by euphoria it would give me. At first it always hurt, but after time it was unimaginably fantastic.
He took his time, gradually sliding all the way inside of my awaiting *. I leaned over further, gripping both nipples with my now free hands. The friction of the water made it difficult, taking away from my natural lubrication. My * was soaked. I could feel it, almost like my heart was beating from within. It was craving his length, only to be rejected for another area.
While Easton got into a steady groove, he let his fingers wander back over my *. The second he touched my clit was like an electric shock. My knees were weak and began to buckle as he brought me to ecstasy.
Panting, and attempting to balance my wobbly legs, Easton pulled out of me, twisting me around and kissing me hard on the lips. He backed away and rinsed me, before turning off the trickling water. The crisp air from the bathroom door being shut hit my face. I needed to wrap myself in a towel and stand by the woodstove. While walking out of the room, I turned to see him following behind. “Don’t worry, we’re just getting started.”
He already knew I wanted more. Having a man come into my life was a rarity. I had to make sure he satisfied my every desire before cutting out. “I’m not worried.” I let the towel fall and took him by the hand, leading him up to my loft bedroom, where the heat from the stove rose and remained cozy. Easton was too tall to stand upright with the pitch of the A-framed roof. He hunched down until we were both next to each other in my bed. His fingers trailed over my navel and then finally between my breasts. He leaned forward and sucked on my nipple, so hard it felt like he was giving me a hickey. Once done, it made a loud suction sound when he released it. I moved toward him, motioning for him to repeat the process. “Don’t neglect the other one.”
He sucked my second nipple in between his teeth and bit down. I pulled back, taking in the burn of it. I wanted it to sting; to remind me of it happening later.
For a few minutes he played with my breasts, savoring each tit like he’d never seen any before. With my knee raised, I brushed over his erection, reminding him I was ready for another round.
He yanked my body closer to his, raising one of my legs until my knees touched my chest. I could feel him there at the base of my *, ready to enter. Nothing could describe what it felt like to have a man inside me again. The tingling came back immediately. With both hands, I gripped his fine ass, pulling him into a better groove.
Now sweating, we both sat up as I rode him. His eyes were on mine, and every few seconds he’d tease my tongue with his. When I was about to lose control, he tightened his hold, keeping me still. It took everything I had in me not to prematurely cry out in bliss. Waiting for him wasn’t in the rules, not the ones I’d made for myself.