Chapter 5
PIP
Athrill runs through my body as Snickers leads me to his darkened bedroom.
Like the living room, Manhattan sparkles below us through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Snickers puts his hand under my chin and lifts my face for a kiss. Then he pushes down my bodice so my breasts are exposed to him.
His breath catches as he gazes at them.
Something shifts in the air.
He bends in to kiss me while he teases a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
As it hardens, the area between my thighs grows with desire.
He moves to the other nipple. Our labored breathing fills the air.
I need him to fill me, to complete me. Just when I can’t take any more pleasure, his muscular body presses against my belly through the silk fabric of my thin dress.
“Oh,” I say, feeling the incredibly thick, long length of him.
I’m so petite... could I take him inside me?
The thought terrifies and excites me at the same time.
Snickers kneels and gently shimmies my dress down my hips.
It pools on the hardwood floor. My thighs are bare to him. My stiletto heels prop me up against the bed.
His mouth is just above my panties. I can feel the heat of his breath on my sex.
“Spread your legs,” he growls.
A pulsation throbs between my legs as I open them wide.
He leans in slowly. Then his tongue flicks at the small space between the line of my panties and my inner thigh.
“Oh,” I murmur, shivering with pleasure.
I never knew the taut skin of my inner thigh could be so erogenous. I want to feel the warmth of his tongue on my sex, but he keeps teasing—making me more eager than ever.
His hand curves around my right buttock while his tongue continues to work its magic on my right inner thigh.
“Oh my God,” I whisper.
Then his agile tongue quirks up the lace of my panties and flicks towards the outer lip of my sex.
I open my legs further. My juices flow like a river, but he laps it all up like a kitten drawn by fresh cream.
Then his hand leaves my right buttock, and his finger explores my puckered hole.
No man has touched me there before.
It feels odd. Forbidden.
“No,” I whisper.
He stops, his eyes burning with desire as they lock with mine. “Trust me?”
I stare at him for a few seconds and then nod.
Snickers brings his cum-soaked finger to his mouth, moistening it before putting it back on that spot.
The moisture works its magic, igniting pleasure points I never knew existed. His tongue probes even deeper beneath the silk of my panties.
All this teasing ignites a fire within me I can hardly contain any longer.
I want to feel Snickers against me.
Inside of me.
As if reading my mind, Snickers flicks away the cover of his enormous bed.
He deftly removes my high-heeled shoes, his fingers working expertly on the complicated buckles.
Though there’s no ceiling mirror, I can picture myself sprawled on his bed, vulnerable and exposed.
His eyes darken with desire as he takes me in, a low growl rumbling from deep within him.
With a sense of urgency, he unties the delicate bows of my lace panties, each movement deliberate and charged with anticipation.
I’m newly waxed, my lips fuchsia pink shells, juices glistening.
Still wearing his shirt and jeans, Snickers presses himself against my naked core. He plants soft, delicious kisses along my neck and throat before working their way to my eager lips.
I feel the head of his cock pulsating, pressing against me, demanding entrance.
I want him to, but at the same time, I’m enjoying the texture of his rough fabric against my pale, delicate sex.
Snickers’ tongue traces its way to my ears.
He nips at my lobe, then gently, almost tentatively, flicks his tongue inside my ear. A fresh wave of pleasure cascades over me. I utter a meow of delight and squirm beneath him.
He nibbles on my ear one last time before bringing his lips to mine once again.
“I want you inside me,” I say, my voice husky with desire. “Will you take off your jeans?”
“In time,” he says with a little smile.
He works his way down my body until his face is over my sex.
“You smell so sweet.” he says. “Like candy.”
Before I know it’s happening, he licks me, his tongue savoring me like a fine delicacy.
“Oh,” I say, making that meow sound again.
His tongue dances its way around my pussy lips, nibbling here, and sucking there.
Tempting and tormenting me with burning desire.
Then his tongue flicks across my clitoris, making it throb with unfulfilled longing.
“I can’t take it anymore. I want to come with you inside me. Take off your clothes now.”
He looks at me, a smirk on his lips. “Bossy lady, aren’t you?”
“Yes. For what I want, I can be very bossy.”
We both laugh.
He gets up off the bed. Then he slowly removes his shirt, stripper style.
I’ve never seen one of those old-fashioned Chippendales shows when the men perform a striptease wearing a firefighter’s helmet.
But I have seen my aunt’s favorite old-school film, American Gigolo with Richard Gere.
I remember how he performed a striptease and how my aunt blushed at his performance.
But Snickers is a much better actor than Richard Gere. My enigmatic DJ slides off his shirt like a real showman.
He casts smoldering looks my way, making me want him even more.
Then he reaches for his buckle, unfastening it so slowly I can hardly resist the temptation to see all of him.
Finally, he unbuttons the top of his jeans and tugs the zipper down an inch.
“Why are you stopping?”
He smirks. “And deprive you of the pleasure of doing the rest?”
I grin.
Now it’s my turn to stand before him. I lower myself to my knees and slowly unzip the rest.
I gasp as the tip of his cock peeks out from the top of his black jockey shorts—its mushroom-shaped cap red and throbbing, pulsing with life.
“Touch me,” he commands.
My hand closes around him. It’s as hard as a literal rock. A squirt of glistening pre-cum seeps out.
I lean forward to taste him. “Delicious,” I pronounce, sucking his firm tip for more of that salty, yeasty extraction.
“Now strip me,” he says, his voice husky with desire.
I work his tight jeans down muscular buttocks that would do Michelangelo’s David credit.
He favors me with a wicked grin. “And now the magic happens.”
Raising me from my knees, he spreads me out nice and neat on his bed.
Then he slips a finger inside my opening, brushing my tingling clit with his thumb as he slowly thrusts it in and out.
My body bucks forward with pleasure and longing.
Then he positions himself between my legs.
“Oh my God,” I say, feeling his pulsating phallus at my entrance.
He’s so freakin’ big. How can he even fit inside me?
Snickers gently eases himself in an inch more, but he’s already filling me.
“I’ve never had a man of your size... I don’t think you’ll fit.”
We stay that way for a few moments while he kisses me and cups my breasts once again.
Soon I’m so flooded with my own creamy juices that I don’t even feel the pressure when he edges in another inch. And then another, as his enormous cock fills me.
No pain. Just pleasure.
He pulls back. As he pushes again, my orgasm finally crashes through me.
But it doesn’t stop there. Each time he drives into me another wave of unbelievable pleasure floods me.
He continues as blood thunders through my ears. I grip his shoulders as he growls like a wild man...
... a sound I’d never expect from somebody of his elegant, sophisticated good looks.
Another pulse of pleasure rushes through me, before he falls against me, wrapping me in his muscular arms.
My eyelids flutter closed, and I fall into the deepest sleep I’ve ever imagined.