Holt's Holding (Part One) - By A Dagmara Page 0,23

headed.

The other hand had me a bit surprised, poised and ready in the direction of my need. Both had snaked around and paused at my abdomen, moving to their desired locations.

His hands were large on my body making me feel so small in his hold. Taking in another deep breath the debate in my head was waging. Yes, he was an off limit.

One question sprung in my mind. What had Julie implied about him?

Yes, the deeper meaning was obvious; he was more like me.

He liked exerting control without the emotional entanglements, so with that, he was free game. There was no concern of hurting him, or him wanting, what I couldn’t give him. This could work…I could use him. This one time and be done with it.

The debate was had and finished just as his grip pulled me into him, his lips now on my back. The fear I held had my skin oversensitive has his lips moved in a sensual hunger. Control, the one thing I held to, was now fleeting from my grasp.

Those wonderfully large hands now set to their goal. One up and under my loosen bra swiftly taking my breast into his grasp kneading and teasing my nipple. The second dropped down and into my panties, landing just at my center; massaging me like his hand knew my body from experience. The moment his pinched my clit hard, I gasped. My inner alarms started screaming. Don’t let go, don’t give away the control.

“Your so wet Lillian.” his mouth worked my neck as hi finger fell into my slits and straight to the center of my body. The shiver that ran through me, my evident I had no control.

His breathing matched my own, labored. My body moved into his matching the rhythm of his hand. I pressed my ass into his arousal, and my head fell to his strong and broad shoulder as his lips moved to my neck; nipping and licking. Oh, his tongue was good. This man knew exactly, what he was doing.

Oh, and I was more than grateful. My blossoming desire was fully heated and about to peak. Oh lords, so close. Letting go would be dangerous, but fuck he felt so good.

“More,” I moaned.

“My pleasure.” he rasped in my ear then sucked my lobe.

With full confidence, he stood me to my feet and released my breast. Exulting his strength and need his hand ripped my dress down the center exposing my entire back. Then lowered to my panties and again with swift urgency he pulled them down.

“Grip the counter,” he ordered and I obliged. Control, yup he had it. Shit, I was terrified but intrigued. A sense of knowing hit me hard. A weird, yielding sense of trust with him took the place of fear.

His hand moved to my hip where he gripped it hard. My body, responsive to his intent, I arched my back, accepting the invitation.

I could hear him unzip his pants and pull himself free. I cocked my head to the side, just as I suspected, he was large, and much larger than I thought would be possible. Oh shit, I would pay for this later, and knew it. However, my greedy desire was more than willing, caught up, I craved. I needed him in me. I needed him to fill me and I craved it in such a way that I would do just about anything in this moment to fill that need.

Feeling him at my core, Charlie’s fingers preceded him, circling just at my opening. It was if he was preparing me for his size. Already soaked in anticipation, Charlie slid not one, but two fingers inside. His entrance, precise, perfectly working me into a frenzy. Obvious experience loomed, as he easily found the cluster of nerves with reverence. Breathing hard, his body pressed against mine, working my arousal to an impossible breaking point.

Whispering into my ear, “You’re so tight, cum for me Lillian.”

That’s all it took, a simple command and his heated breath on my neck, to push me over the edge.

Before I knew it, his tip replaced his fingers and began a slow push in.

“Oh, lord”…I breathed as his hands were both gripping to my hips. He pushed his full length in as tempered and managed as he could allow. My body oddly felt sore with his entrance. He filled me tight and fuller than I thought I could handle. My breath caught in my lungs from the burn of his entrance. A pain I now