Chapter 10 #2
I watch on, mesmerized by the way the man inside the transparent chamber pushes one finger, then another, inside the woman’s body before licking her clit in a slow rhythmic pace.
While we can’t see everything, it doesn’t matter because my mind is filling the gaps, imagining that it’s me and Bunny up there.
“Touch me,” my bunny begs on a moan as erotic sounds drift through the speakers and from all around us, filling the sensual space. It seems like my girl isn’t the only one who is turned on by the show.
It’s tempting, arousing, and almost feels forbidden to watch something so beautiful and vulnerable without being vulnerable myself.
Risky, breaking rules, yet at the same time, it’s empowering.
A raw, thrilled energy that piques my curiosity.
There is no doubt in my mind that the stunning woman in my arms is staying.
She’s stuck to me, like Velcro, and I never want to let her go.
On a mission to make her crave me and make her forget any other man before me, I ask her, “Where do you want me to touch you?” I need her to be specific.
Her hand finds mine, and to my utter surprise and fucking delight, she directs my hand over her silk-covered hip toward her center.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Her fingers dig into mine to show me what she wants, pressing them firmly against her pussy.
I groan like a wild man, because I’m a fucking goner for her, and want to make her feel good.
As I rub her through her dress, she bucks her hips to chase her pleasure as I push my fingers into the thin barrier and between her pussy lips. She’s swollen and ready, already needing the release.
“I want more,” she moans, her voice heavy with need.
Carefully, I gather the thin fabric into my hands and slide it under the silk flimsy layer so it falls back down, hiding my hands and arms, ensuring no one can see.
Not that anyone is paying attention to us or even near us, but the last thing I want is for her to feel like she’s the one on show.
She’s all mine, and this is only for me and her.
I trace my fingers along the soft skin of her hips before dipping my fingers inside the waistband of her panties. “Are you sure?” I double-check that I have her consent.
“Yes. Touch me.” She twists her head back ever so slightly to find my lips in the dark. Like a desperate woman, she smashes her mouth against mine when I move my hand fully inside the skimpy fabric and touch her pussy for the first time.
I’m no longer paying attention to the live show taking place in front of us. My dick presses into her ass, making more precum leak from my slit as I slide my fingers between her swollen lips, causing a little gasp to break free from her lips.
I rub her swollen clit in slow, languid strokes, teasing her, working her into a frenzy before filling her with a thick finger.
“Foxy,” she cries.
Unable to stop herself, she moves her hips in time with my rhythmic strokes as I push in and out of her wet channel, rubbing the palm of my hand against her clit and driving her crazy. “You’re fucking soaked, Bunny.”
“Only for you,” she murmurs against my lips.
Holy fucking shit.
While my fingers busy themselves to fuck her like I know she needs, I move my other hand upward on the inside of her dress. I palm her tit in my hand, then pull the cup of her barely there bra down and pinch her nipple, hard, making it pebble and pucker into a hard peak.
She lets out another soft whimper into my mouth, and a grin spreads across my lips. Knowing this is what I already do to her, and how to make her feel good, gives me such great satisfaction. My little temptress is so responsive, I’m already hooked on her little sounds.
I knock her legs open with my foot, roll her already sensitive nipple between my fingers, and push another finger inside of her, the walls of her pussy clamping around my digits as I hold her against me.
Rubbing my cock against the crack of her ass, I have to stop myself because the last thing I want to do is come in my boxers in a fucking sex club. Not cool.
An inner battle takes hold, and I’m struggling because I’m about to come myself. I can barely control myself because this girl is driving my dick mental.
I need her. Like the air in my lungs.
Everything around us becomes a blur, as if we’re cocooned in our own quantum tunnel where nothing else matters but us.
“I’m gonna come,” she whispers as I fuck her with my fingers much quicker now, causing a shiver of excitement to run up my spine and my cock to pound harder in my boxers.
“Oh, fuck yeah, Bunny, come for me.” Her juices flood my fingers, proving how much she’s enjoying this.
The way she’s bucking her hips, desperate to come, makes me want to tease her longer.
It’s a fucking massive high knowing how much control you can have preventing someone from having an orgasm until they’re begging and pleading with you.
But I don’t want to do that to Bunny tonight.
Because she’s the sweetest fucking thing I ever met, and I don’t want to scare her off.
Not yet anyway.
Tonight, I want to play, and with her, playing is even sweeter.
“Yes,” she agrees, bowing her back, pushing her ass into my throbbing cock.
Knowing she’d say anything at this point because she’s a woman on the edge, about to explode, I ask, “Tell me how good I make you feel.”
“So good. Harder. Please.” The way she begs for me to stuff her beautiful cunt with my fingers has me pumping them in and out and rubbing the palm of my hand against her clit even harder to the point of being brutal and punishing. But she loves it and wants more.
“Come for me. Now,” I growl like an unhinged madman against her mouth.
She lays her hand over mine and pushes my hand against her pussy, tilting her hips, showing me how she likes it, digging her nails into my skin.
“Oh, I’m coming.” She pushes her tongue through the seam of my mouth as she comes undone, coming around my fingers, soaking them with her orgasm that’s dripping down my knuckles.
Thrashing her hips, she bites my lower lip, hard enough to draw blood as her orgasm hits her in wave after wave.
The sharp, metallic tang of my own blood fills my mouth, but I don’t care because it tells me this is real and it’s happening and not just some stupid fantasy I dreamed up.
This feels so surreal but it isn’t, it’s a living, breathing event, a timestamp in my life I will remember forever.
A core memory of the time I met someone who shook me to my very being.
Our kisses become much slower, her grip on my hand loosening as seconds pass, her body going limp as if she’s boneless, while her breathing steadies again.
“I came embarrassingly fast,” she says shyly like it matters.
When none of it does. It’s a bigger turn-on for me knowing what I do to her and that she trusted me to do that with me here tonight.
If she really knew how much of a jackass I can be, she would most likely tell me to fuck off. But here we are. In the dark. Like this. Two perfect strangers with no clue what we really are or what we will become.
It’s as if I got a clean slate and the chance at a new beginning.
Shut up, Max. You sound like a hippy.
“I think your five minutes was up ten minutes ago.” I drop a soft kiss on her bare shoulder. I’m so happy I convinced her to stay. Those little whimpers and moans of hers will be what I imagine in the shower tomorrow morning before work. Maybe after work too. Hell, every day.
“I’m staying,” she says, sweetly.
You don’t say.