Story 33 #2
He looked down at her. Although the kiss was brief, and although it had ended, she could still feel the touch of his lips on hers.
“Is this what you want?” He asked her, softly.
She stood there for a moment, feeling her body tingling. Something inside her told her that this was wrong and that she should get out of there. This was not the way that a young woman behaved, was it?
And yet...wasn’t this what she had dreamed of for so long? Was this her big chance? Could she really afford to turn it down? And, more to the point, did she even want to? This man was gorgeous and he was offering her everything that she had ever dreamed of.
She realized that he was still waiting for her reply.
She couldn’t find the words. She looked at him with her eyes wide.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she nodded. He smiled at her and she nodded with slightly more enthusiasm. Blushing, she turned away from him, but then his hand was there on her chin again, turning her to face him. She wanted to look away but she locked her eyes onto his and held his gaze.
And then he kissed her again. It was different this time.
It started with the same kind of tenderness as before and she stood there with her lips parted as his pressed against hers.
But then it began to build into something else.
His lips pushed against hers with greater intensity.
For a moment she didn’t know how to respond to this but then instinct took over and her lips moved against his, her tongue moved to meet his and she felt his hands on her shoulders slide down her arms - down the bare skin of her forearms - and take hold of her hands.
She felt him squeeze her hands as their kiss continued, as their tongues continued exploring one another, probing one another.
She squeezed his hands in return but then he let go of her hands and she felt him take hold of her waist. His hands felt so massive there, gripping her tiny waist. She was his completely - she was happy to surrender herself to him so that he might do whatever he wanted to her - with her.
She reached up with her own hands and took hold of his face. She could feel the strength in his jaw and sense the power in him. She felt the slight scratch of the new stubble that was coming through since he had last shaved.
She reached further up and ran her hands through his short hair.
He pushed her back. She couldn’t see where she was going, she was so intent on their kiss, but then her back hit the wall and she stopped moving. He kept pushing, however, till he was pushing right against her. She could feel his body - hard and strong - against her own slim, delicate frame.
His hands on her waist moved down and backward till he had her ass in his hands. She felt him squeeze it and she ran her own hands down to move across his chest.
Just doing that gave her an even greater sense of his strength. She could push against him and there was no give, only the sense that he was immovable, solid.
He broke the kiss and stepped away from her, just at the point where she was sure that things were building to ever greater heights. He stepped away from her and her instincts made her step toward him, her face still upturned, her lips parted and ready for his sweet kiss.
His own mouth wasn’t there, however. Instead, he took her by the hand.
“Come on,” he said, “let’s take this elsewhere.”
He led her from the room. There was a large, ornate staircase.
He led her up to the top of it and along the corridor on the upper floor of the house.
He pushed open a door and led her into a bedroom.
He closed the door behind them and then took hold of her, turning her and pushing her into the back of the closed door, kissing her again - only this time there was an even greater intensity to the kiss.
It was rough, almost forceful and she could sense the passion within it.
She responded by kissing him back, wildly.
His hands were on her waist again but this time they were further to the front, with his palms on her stomach.
She could feel the rise and fall of her own breathing beneath his hands.
She felt as though he could lift her up easily, toss her to the bed and do whatever he wanted.
Her own hands went to his body again only this time she didn’t simply rest them on his chest. She was swept up in his passion, feeling her own flame within her and match his.
Her hands moved with a feverish intensity, tracing the outlines of his body. One hand ran over one of his arms and felt his bicep. She stroked it and then gave it a light squeeze, marveling at the solid mass of it.
She moved her hands to the front of his waistcoat. Her fingers lingered over it, over the buttons on it. She toyed with them for a few moments, unsure if she should commit to what she wanted to do. Should she wait for him to guide her?
She couldn’t contain herself, however. She began pulling at the buttons of his waistcoat, getting it undone. When she had done that she felt his hands leave her body and felt his arms shrug as she dropped the waistcoat to the floor.
Then her hands were back on his body. As he had shrugged the waistcoat off, he seemed to have pulled his shirt out of his trousers.
She slid her hand beneath it and held the skin of his stomach.
It felt so illicit. It felt as though she had found somewhere forbidden, a secret place that she had never dared to go to before.
His skin was hot and she could feel the movement of his muscles beneath her hand.
She rested her hand there, not daring to move it any further. It already felt as though she might have crossed a line, although he didn’t seem to mind.
One of his hands moved up her body. Her dress was quite light and she only had on a light undershirt and petticoat.
Every touch of his seemed to transmit right through the material and onto her body, although she was sure that when he finally got his hands on her body, without any clothes in the way, it would feel even more incredible.
She felt the hand move further up her body.
He cupped the underside of one of her breasts.
He did it quite softly and she felt the hand simply resting there.
There was no sense of him groping her in any way.
Instead, it seemed to be enough for him to just rest his hand there as he continued to kiss her.
The hand then moved around to her side so that his palm was resting on the side of her breast.
Then it moved higher up and around to the front and it took Penny a few moments to understand what it was that he was doing with his hand now.
She felt his fingers moving and then she realized that he had begun to undo the buttons on her dress.
A voice in her head told her that this was all going too fast and that she had to try and slow things down, but other voices were telling her different things.
They were telling her that things had gone too far for her to stop them now, that she couldn’t stop what was happening.
They were telling her that she didn’t want to stop them anyway.
They were telling her that this is what she wanted - this man to take her clothes off, see her naked body, touch it, do whatever he wanted to it, ravish her in whatever ways he saw fit.
It was happening now, there was no denying it.
And there was no denying that she was ready for it.
He pulled at the buttons. His second hand went to join his first as he worked to get her dress undone. She felt it come away from her as he finished with the buttons and began pushing at her dress. Now it was her turn to shrug her shoulders and she felt the dress fall from her shoulders.
He stepped away from her and stood looking her up and down.
She was still covered by her underclothes for the most part, but the material was thin and she felt very aware of just how they clung to her.
The way that her undershirt hung from her breasts.
She was sure that she could feel her nipples pushing at the shirt.
She wanted to look down at herself and see, work out how much he would be able to see, but she didn't dare.
She was trying not to feel self-conscious - or, at the very least, not to let it show. It was hard to do so under his glare.
He reached out and stroked her shoulder. The straps of her shirt were thin and her shoulders were almost completely exposed. She shivered slightly under his touch and turned her head to look at what his hand was doing.
Their kisses, their hands on one another, had been so intense and now this was so slow and tender, but somehow even more intimate. Penny sighed to herself. This was what she had been dreaming of, and yet it was even better.
He took her by the waist again and kissed her once more. His hands pushed up beneath her undershirt and she felt the touch of his hands on her skin. His touch was gentle as he caressed her.
He pulled her toward him and she felt his body against hers again. She moved her hands over his body, taking her time so that she could feel him properly. She reached behind him and her hands moved over his ass. She squeezed it and pulled him to her even closer, wanting to feel him against her.
She felt something hard against her and somehow she knew what it was. It was a primal instinct that told her that it was his cock pushing against her, that it showed just how much he wanted her and that soon enough she would want to take hold of that hard thing and see what he could do with it.
She felt him push it against her, grinding the hardness in his pants against her soft body.
She was pliable, his to do with as he pleased.
It was no longer even about any agreement or any ideas about improving her life.
Now it was simple, raw, animalistic passion.
She wanted him, wanted him all over her body, wanted him inside of her.
One of his hands moved around beneath her undershirt. She felt it on the slight outward curve of her belly, felt his hand stroking her there, his fingers dancing lightly over her belly button.
Then she felt the hand move higher. It brushed the underside of her breast. This time there were no clothes between them - it was his hands, his fingers, cupping her there.