“And touch,” I say with a slight whimper.
With him subtly squeezing my breasts, I nearly lose the ability to stand. They haven’t been felt in so long, and even through my dress, they are loving it. I lean my weight against him, and when his mouth reaches the apex of my neck and shoulder, I realize he’s taken his mask off.
His warm, wet mouth caresses its way up my neck toward my ear. “Does this feel good?”
Another firm squeeze of my breasts. “Yes,” I murmur.
“What else do you want me to do? You’re in charge, remember?”
I swallow. He smells so good and his touch is muddling every clear thought in my head. We just met ten seconds ago. This is all happening too fast, and I literally just said we came in here to talk, but right now, he’s offering his hands up at my disposal and my body is too hungry for his caress to listen to my brain at the moment.
“Lift my dress,” I reply, my tone coming out more assertive than breathy.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“We’re moving too fast,” I whisper as his hands reach down, tugging the hem up above my hips.
“Do you want to stop? You’re in control.”
Fuck no, I don’t want to stop. I want to keep surging down this river to see where it leads, but it’s just as terrifying as it is exciting.
“No, don’t stop.”
He lets out a groan as I touch the top of his hand, guiding it slowly toward the spot between my legs. Even though I’m a tall woman, I still only come up to just under his chin, so as he folds over me to caress my now soaked panties, I feel the rock hard and impressively large bulge of his cock against my back, causing arousal to pulse through me like lightning.
I guide his fingers to my clit, hovering my hand over his as he explores this sensitive part of me. Large fingers stroke circles before running farther down, feeling the moisture pooling there.
“You’re so wet,” he mutters raspily against my ear. “You’re enjoying this. So tell me what to do next.”
I shut off the cognitive function of my brain and let the sensations and cravings of my body guide me.
“Make me come,” I reply in a breathy command.
With the hand not holding his, I reach up and find the back of his head, gripping his hair in my fist, tugging him even closer. The power in my hands is intoxicating.
“How should I do that?”
“With your fingers. Slip them inside me. Fuck me with them.”
Who am I?
A subtle, rumbling growl vibrates from his body to mine as he springs into action, sliding his hand down the front of my panties and plunging one finger inside me. I cry out, a desperate sounding moan. It’s been too long since I’ve been touched, and it’s never felt like this.
“Turn to face me,” I say.
Keeping his finger inside me, he spins me around until I’m facing him, and with two steps, he presses me hard against the wall, his frame crowding me into the tight space.
The movement of his finger doesn’t stop, and it is just enough to drive me wild. I want him to fuck me, but I don’t want to go too far right now. I want to savor this, enjoy the small things until we gradually make them big things.
“Kiss me,” I say, and without missing a beat, his mouth is on mine. His lips are so soft and sweet, a little facial hair around his mouth enough to add to the friction without being distracting. Our tongues tangle, the chemistry between us so nuclear, I’m afraid I might actually die from the intensity of it.
He rips my mask off, without me having to tell him to, and then deepens our kiss. His finger is moving faster, and my breathing is erratic. When he adds a second finger, using his thumb to add pressure to my clit, I feel my climax creeping closer.