I arch my back to force my breasts into his expert hands.
"You like this, don't you, Miss Steele?"
"Mmm... "
"Tell me." He continues the slow sensuous torture, pulling gently.
"Yes."
"Yes, what."
"Yes... Sir."
"Good girl." He pinches me hard, and my body writhes convulsively against his front.
I gasp at the exquisite, acute, pleasure/pain. I feel him against me. I moan and my hands clench in his hair pulling harder.
"I don't think you're ready to come yet," he whispers, stilling his hands, and he gently bites my earlobe and tugs at it. "Besides, you have displeased me."
Oh... no, what will this mean My brain registers through the fog of needy desire as I groan.
"So perhaps I won't let you come after all." He returns the attention of his fingers to my nipples, pulling, twisting, kneading. I grind my behind against him... moving side to side.
I feel his grin against my neck as his hands move down to my hips. His fingers hook into my panties at the back, stretching them, and he pushes his thumbs through the material, shredding them and tossing them in front of me so I can see ... holy shit. His hands move down to my sex... and from behind, he slowly inserts his finger.
"Oh, yes. My sweet girl is all ready," he breathes as he whirls me round so I'm facing him. His breathing has quickened. He puts his finger in his mouth. "You taste so fine, Miss Steele." He sighs. "Undress me," he commands quietly, staring down at me, eyes hooded.
All I'm wearing is my shoes, well, Kate's high-heeled pumps. I'm taken aback. I've never undressed a man.
"You can do it," he cajoles softly.
Oh my. I blink rapidly. Where to startI reach for his t-shirt, and he grabs my hands and shakes his head, smiling slyly at me.
"Oh no." He shakes his head, grinning. "Not the t-shirt, you may need to touch me for what I have planned." His eyes are alive with excitement.
Oh... this is news... I can touch with clothes. He takes one of my hands and places it against his erection.
"This is the effect you have on me, Miss Steele."
I gasp and flex my fingers around his girth, and he grins.
"I want to be inside you. Take my jeans off. You're in charge."
Holy fuck... me in charge. My mouth drops open.
"What are you going to do with me?" he teases.
Oh the possibilities... my inner goddess roars, and from somewhere born of frustration, need, and sheer Steele bravery, I push him on to the bed. He laughs as he falls, and I gaze down at him feeling victorious. My inner goddess is going to explode. I yank off his shoes, quickly, clumsily, and his socks. He's staring up at me, his eyes luminous with amusement and desire. He looks... glorious... mine. I crawl up the bed and sit astride him to undo his jeans, sliding my fingers under the waistband, feeling the hair in his oh so happy trail. He closes his eyes and flexes his hips.
"You'll have to learn to keep still," I scold, and I tug at the hair under his waistband.
His breath hitches, and he grins at me.
"Yes, Miss Steele," he murmurs, eyes burning bright. "In my pocket, condom," he breathes.
I search in his pocket slowly, watching his face as I feel around. His mouth is open. I fish out both foil packets that I find and lay them on the bed by his hips. Two! My over-eager fingers reach for the button of his waistband and undo it, fumbling a little. I am beyond excited.
"So eager, Miss Steele," he murmurs, his voice laced with humor. I tug down the zipper, and now I'm faced with the problem of removing his pants... hmm. I shuffle down and pull. They hardly move. I frown. How can this be so difficult?
"I can't keep still if you're going to bite that lip," he warns, then arches his pelvis up off the bed so I'm able to tug down his trousers and his boxers at the same time, whoa...
freeing him. He kicks his clothes to the floor.
Holy Moses, he's all mine to play with, and suddenly it's Christmas.
"Now what are you going to do?" he breathes, all trace of humor gone. I reach up and touch him, watching his expression as I do. His mouth shapes like a letter O as he takes a sharp breath. His skin is so smooth and soft... and hard... hmm, what a delicious combination. I lean forward, my