Chapter 7 #2
I swallow down my nerves and walk towards him, aware how jelly-like my legs are.
This feels so wickedly naughty, but so brilliantly thrilling at the same time.
‘Take your clothes off,’ he says.
Oohhh, my God. I’d forgotten how much it turned me on to have Kit boss me about in the bedroom.
Adrian never felt comfortable doing it, despite trying it a few times at my tentative request. It all got a bit awkward and uncomfortable, so I stopped asking for it.
It needs to feel authentic for it to work for me, and Kit clearly loves getting into the role of alpha male fuck-master.
Which is very, very good news right now.
Taking a shallow, steadying breath, I start removing my clothes, dropping them onto the floor by my feet, item by item, until I’m down to my underwear.
Just as I’m reaching behind me to unhook my bra, he holds up his hand, then beckons for me to walk closer to him.
I do as he asks, stopping just inches away from him.
He places his hands on my shoulders, then turns me around so I’m now facing away from him.
I shiver with awareness at his compelling presence, imagining I can feel waves of heat radiating from his body towards me.
His unique, delicious scent surrounds me and I draw it greedily in through my nose and deep into my lungs.
My skin is rushing all over, like it’s having a pre-orgasm all of its own.
I startle as I feel his hands on me again, sliding deliberately down from the tops of my arms and across my shoulder blades to the clasp of my bra. The bra tightens across my chest as he pushes the hook and eye together, then becomes loose as they uncouple.
I’m trembling even harder now at the anticipation of what’s to come. Kit’s clearly intent on taking his time about this and is going to make me wait for what I’m ultimately hoping for.
Oblivion.
He pushes the straps of my bra off my shoulders and it falls away from my body and onto the floor by my feet.
My breathing has shortened and I’m acutely aware that I’m making gentle panting noises in the back of my throat.
I feel the air move behind me, then Kit’s arms encircle me and he cups my breasts with his hands, using his thumbs to flick over my, now very hard, nipples.
His breath feathers along the side of my neck, right where my pulse is beating an excited rhythm, and it’s the most delicious thing ever.
Exquisite sensations ripple through me as he plays with my nipples, giving them little pinches, then soothing them with circular gentle strokes. I’ve always loved having my breasts touched and he’s clearly not forgotten this.
There are echoes of pleasure deep inside my pussy.
I want to feel him there too, but I know I’m going to have to be patient. Kit was never one to rush things.
Just as I start to think I might actually come from the attention he’s giving to my breasts, he slides his hands away from them and trails his fingers down my stomach to where the band of my knickers meets my body.
I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure as my whole body shudders in anticipation.
He laughs quietly behind me, the vibration of the sound resonating on my neck.
‘I’m loving seeing you so wound up for this,’ he murmurs against my skin.
My heart gives an extra hard thump as he walks his fingers lower, down over the front of my underwear to where there’s a definite dampness now, from how much this slow exploration is turning me on.
He plays his fingertips up and down the line of my pussy, skirting gently over my clit and making me squirm with the need to be touched with more pressure there.
Before I can push myself harder into his caress, he skims his fingers higher again and I have to bite back a moan of frustration.
But he only leaves me hanging for a few seconds, before I feel his fingertips breach the elastic of my knickers as he slips his hand inside them.
This time his touch is firmer. Just how I need it.
And I can’t stop myself from moaning out loud this time.
It feels so good. So, so good.
His fingertips glide over me, lubricated by my desire, and he pushes them deeper into me, opening me up so my clit is exposed and his thumb has full access to it.
My legs twitch as he draws lazy circles around and around it, every now and again brushing fully over the hood and making me shudder with delight.
‘Oh my God,’ I mutter, pressing myself back against his body and discovering how turned on this is making him too. ‘Fuck. That feels amazing.’
To my horror, he suddenly withdraws his hand and pulls it all the way out of my underwear.
‘Huh?’ I practically shout. ‘Don’t stop now!’
Again, he laughs against my neck. ‘Patience, Dasher. No need to get ahead of ourselves here.’
I’m even more horrified when he backs fully away from me, leaving me standing there, panting and needy and alone.
What the hell is his game?
I half want to know and half don’t.
I always loved it when he teased me. It made eventually getting what I wanted, and the resulting orgasm, so much sweeter.
And I’m guessing this is his aim here too.
‘Take your underwear off then turn around,’ he says, his voice steady and controlled.
I do as he says, pushing my knickers down my legs and letting them pool at my feet before stepping out of them. I kick them away and turn to face him.
Reaching into his back pocket, he takes out the condoms he went to find earlier and puts them with deliberate intent onto the bedside table.
Then he makes me watch as he slowly undresses himself, meticulously removing each piece of clothing, folding it, then placing it onto an armchair next to him, his gaze not leaving mine.
I watch in fascinated awe, my stomach fluttery with need, as I watch his well-defined muscles bunch and flex as he moves. He’s so fit and strong-looking. Broad and powerful. Undeniably handsome.
Confident with it too. Which is a turn-on in itself.
Finally, he gets to the only remaining barrier: his underwear. Sliding his boxers down his legs, I watch, captivated, as his cock springs free from its confines. I’d forgotten what a beautiful penis he has. Long and with a preference to hang slightly to the left. And it has an impressive girth.
My pussy gives a throb at the thought of him moving inside me.
I’m so wet now, I can feel the moisture coating the tops of my inner thighs.
Now I’ve given myself the go-ahead to do this, clearly my body’s decided to go all in.
He reaches over and swipes one of the condoms from the nightstand.
‘Come here and put this on me,’ he says, holding it out.
I walk to him and take the condom from his outstretched hand, trying to disguise how much my fingers are trembling. What’s happening to me? This whole situation is turning me into a quivering mess.
But I love it.
Tearing the wrapper, I slide out the condom then look him in the eye, waiting for his nod.
He gives it.
So I reach out and grip the base of his cock with my left hand, using my right to carefully unroll the condom along the length of him, feeling a thrill of pleasure at the sound of his intake of breath at my touch. When it’s fully unrolled and he’s completely covered, I look up into his face.
He stares back at me with such an intense expression of desire my stomach flips. I think his eyes are entirely black right now.
‘Go over there, face the wall and put your hands against it,’ he tells me, motioning with a jerk of his head to the area of the room he’s talking about.
It’s a few steps away from us and my legs tremble as I walk over there with as much grace as I can muster.
The intrigue about what he’s going to do to me when I get there is making my blood rush with endorphins.
I’m intensely high from it, every inch of my skin on alert for the next time he touches me.
When I reach the wall, I place the flats of my hands against it and wait there, my breath coming fast and hot through my throat.
I hear his slow, firm footsteps behind me and ready myself for whatever’s about to come.
My heart gives a jolt as I have a sudden realisation that I’ve missed this. So much. This heightened thrill of anticipation and the dangerous pull of desire that actually scared me a little five years ago.
But not any more.
It makes me wonder what the hell I was thinking, walking away from it the way I did.
I guess I’ve grown up in that time and know more about what I want now. What I need.
Just as Kit seems to.
The air around me throbs with promise.
I suck in a sharp breath as I feel him grip my hips, then pull me towards him so I’m forced to lean further forwards with my arms outstretched.
‘Move your feet wider apart,’ he says, his voice gruff and low.
I do this too, walking my feet further away from each other, aware that I’m now giving him easier access to do whatever it is he has planned for me.
There’s a beat of silence, where I’m profoundly aware of the rush of my blood and the ache of need between my legs.
Suspended in the moment, I give myself over to it, not moving or saying anything to break the spell.
I’m hyper aware of a rush of air behind me and I brace myself for being touched.
Even so, I start when he moves his hand between my legs and cups my pussy for a moment before turning his hand and sliding first one finger, then another inside me, pressing them forwards and down then crooking them till he finds the perfect sweet spot inside me.
I’m delighted to find he’s not forgotten how to play my body to perfection.
Wrapping one arm around my middle, he presses himself against my back, skin to hot skin.
I actually groan with pleasure as he starts a gentle tugging motion with his fingers inside me, giving my g-spot the dedicated sort of attention I love, incrementally increasing the pressure and opening me up further to his exploration.
‘I seem to remember you liking this,’ he murmurs, his voice rough with pleasure.
‘Yeah, you’ve got a good memory,’ I pant.
He lets out a satisfied ha, which vibrates against my ear. ‘I have,’ he says, ‘luckily for you.’ But I hear the smile in his voice.
Cocky bastard.