She pictured herself straddling Terror like that, grabbing his hair and riding his mouth until her toes curled and her body shook with ecstasy. He would let her if she asked. He would probably encourage it. Even though their relationship was largely traditional with him as the dominant personality, there was something curiously exhilarating about the idea of being in control of him.
Maisie turned her head to better see the woman reclining on the swing. Four men worshipped her body. Two of them obsessed over her feet, licking, sucking and biting her toes, while another knelt between her legs and performed oral sex. The fourth kissed her mouth and fondled her breasts.
Maisie gulped as red-hot flares of arousal burned straight to her core. She tried to imagine the sensory overload of having four men touching and tasting at once. From the expression on the woman’s face, she seemed to be having the time of her life. Gripping onto Terror’s arm, she watched the four men drive the woman wild. She couldn’t hear the woman’s cries of pleasure but it was obvious when she climaxed.
Maisie’s breaths came faster and shallower as the men changed places and the older of the four knelt down to pleasure the woman. From the way he gripped her thighs and brushed his hand over the gentle slope of her belly, it was clear he was her man. He touched her with the confident knowledge of a lover who knew her body as well as his own. She brushed her fingers through his short silver hair and smiled, her lips moving with the sweetest words. Maisie’s face heated as she understood what the woman had likely meant only for her man.
Terror stepped behind her, his bigger body dwarfing hers. One of his powerful arms slid around her front, clamping her back to his chest. She rested her chin on his sinewed forearm as her gaze darted between the competing scenes. Her clitoris actually pulsed as she grew more and more excited by what was happening.
Terror’s fingertips slipped under the gauzy drape of the dress’s plunging neckline. She shivered when he brushed her nipple. He outlined the dusky peak with frustratingly slow movements. When she squirmed, he palmed her entire breast in his rough hand and gave her a warning squeeze. Her flare of annoyance was quickly overcome by the knee-shaking sensations his thumb caused when it flicked over her pebbled nipple in the same way he liked to rub her clit.
But then his other hand grasped her hip, pulling her bottom against his thighs, and her frustration was forgotten. He walked them slowly back toward a wall, hiding them in the red shear curtains falling from the ceiling. She noticed they weren’t the only couple seeking privacy in the shadows, but she averted her gaze, not wanting to pry into someone else’s tryst.
Terror skimmed his mouth along her neck, and she closed her eyes, focusing solely on the feel of his hands and mouth on her skin. His hand snaked under her dress, baring a scandalous amount of thigh and probably even a quick peek at the curls hidden there. He masterfully ran his fingertip along her labia, swiping right toward her clit. She pressed back against him and held onto his forearm, terrified she would collapse when she came.
She was embarrassingly wet. On edge for so long, she was practically dripping. His fingers slipped through her heat, and she bit her lower lip to stifle any cries. Her thighs clenched, and she let her gaze fall on the women being pleasured by men who adored them.
Like me.
She dug her nails into Terror’s arm as the first fluttering waves of her climax spread through her lower belly. Terror abandoned her breasts and cupped her cheek, forcing her to look up and over her shoulder toward him. He crashed his mouth to hers, swallowing her whimpers. She shuddered as his deft fingers drew out her orgasm.
When the waves of pleasure dissipated, she sagged against him. He covered her pussy in a surprisingly tender gesture and stroked her face and neck with his other hand. He gazed down at her with pleasure in his expression. He seemed to thoroughly enjoy bringing her to orgasm.
She wanted to return the favor, but he didn’t appear to be in any rush. Carefully, he removed his hand and fixed her skirt. She tried not to be embarrassed by the shiny evidence clinging to his fingers or