She followed him into the tiny bathroom, stood quietly while he turned on and adjusted the water. She appeared to be calm on the outside, but on the inside her emotions were tumbling. She was excited, nervous, anxious, happy, elated all at one time. Her breath caught in her chest when he turned back to her. His eyes were soft and his smile gentle. He stood motionless, and just looked at her. She watched as his eyes slowly wandered over her disheveled appearance. She had a fleeting notion to cover herself, but she knew that wasn't what he wanted. Instead, she stood a little straighter, proud that he took pleasure in looking at her.
She took a few short steps to him, closing the distance between them. She ran her hands up his sides, splaying her fingers across his chest, ran them down to his stomach, and back up to his neck. She looked up into his eyes as she kicked off her mules, thus diminishing her height a few inches.
With slow calculated movements, she began to unbutton his shirt, her eyes never leaving his. She pulled his shirt free from his trousers, astonished, as her wrist brushed over his crotch that he was hard again. She slid her hands back up his torso and pushed the shirt off of his shoulders. He remained still, but she noticed a slight tremor as her fingers rippled over his chest. She slipped her hands under his t shirt, and stepped even closer to him, as she pulled the t shirt up and over his head. As he shook the shirt off his arm, she took that moment to admire his body. She leaned her face in close and inhaled. With a low throaty moan she let her hands roam all over his torso. Her fingertips brushed over his skin, swirled over his chest.
"You have a beautiful body." She whispered, and was rewarded with his rich deep laughter.
She brushed her lips across his nipple, and swirled her tongue across his chest to brush her lips across the other nipple. He dragged his hands up to frame her face, and leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips.
He watched her slowly remove his clothing. He saw the tenderness in her eyes turn to passion when she took in his bare chest. He moaned when her lips brushed against his flesh. He needed to taste her lips, pull her lips from his skin. She had no idea of what kind of fire she was playing with. He kissed her softly, intending to squelch some of that fire. It didn't work. She pressed her lips harder to his, and deepened the kiss. Her fingers combed through his hair as she pulled his head to hers. He fought to maintain control. He did not want to hurt her, but the beast within was slowly taking over.
He knew her fires were burning out of control, her need for him grew as fast as his for her. He felt her press her bare chest to his as their tongues dueled. The combination of the steamy bathroom, the flesh on flesh contact, and the hunger in their kiss unleashed the beast.
He grabbed her ass and lifted her to him. In one long stride he had her back against the cold tiled wall. He ground his cock to her pelvis- she kissed him harder. He pressed his thigh against her heat- she rocked her hips against his thigh. His fingers dug into her ass cheeks – she dug hers into his and pulled him tighter to her. They were evenly matched, desire for desire, want for want, need for need. With a deep primal growl he ripped the bodice of her negligee from her body. She pushed his trousers over his hips in response. He knew she wanted him to fill her, and fill her he would.
He called on every inner resource to pull back away from her. She looked at him with hungry bewildered eyes. Her lips were puffed and swollen from the scraping of his beard. Her skin flushed and coated with a nice sheen of sweat. He took a step back to her, and immediately saw relief in her eyes. Instead, he reached forward and yanked up on her g string. He pulled it tight, as it separated her labia. He yanked again and heard her yelp as it dragged across her clit. He grabbed and twisted her nipple with his other hand, and watched her squirm. He toyed with the g string; he loosened and then tightened his grip. He smiled as he watched her eyes grow dark and hard, as though she refused to give in. He chuckled as he saw her body writhe in direct contradiction to what her eyes said. He enjoyed watching her fight herself, although he knew it mattered not in the end. His mind flashed back to only moments before, to that exact moment he felt her submit to him. It was a moment he would relive over and over. The exact moment she gave herself to him.
He decided to step up the torment. In one swift movement he tore the g string and threw it across the room. He pushed his fingers between her thighs and shoved two of them up her dripping channel. He held back his groan as he felt her juices coat his fingers. He gave her a slight nod as he pulled on her nipple. He saw her eyes flutter with uncertainty, she was unsure of what his nod meant. A slow smile crept along his face, and his eyes narrowed to slits He was not going to give her any further help.
She had challenged him with her eyes, she knew that now. She wanted him, and she knew he wanted her. She would show him that she could and would be able to handle and accept his teasing. Now she wondered whether that was the best thing to do. When he ripped the g string off, she had been certain that he'd give her his cock and satisfy the both of them- obviously that didn't happen. She almost came on his fingers when he shoved them up inside her. He just held them deep, there was no more room for him to push deeper, as it was he had her on her toes, and he was still pressing.
What was the nod for? What did he expect her to do? What could she do? He had her impaled on his fingers and was squeezing the hell out of her nipple. Good Lord, what did he want?
He began to wiggle the fingers rooted inside her. Instantly she felt her knees buckle. She dropped from her toes to flatfoot. As a result his palm cupped her sex; the heel of his hand pressed against her clit. Her hands shot out and gripped his forearms for support. She saw his eyes narrow and began to panic. Her eyes rolled into their sockets as he pinched her nipple harder. She felt her pussy throb against his fingers as a rush of heat settled in her core. She had to decide on something fast, she didn't want to displease him by doing nothing, but on the other hand she ran the risk of not doing what he wanted her to do. She felt his hand twist, causing his hand to rub against her clit. Her hips gyrated involuntarily. She felt herself losing the battle, succumbing to his knowing gestures. She wanted to fly to whatever place he wanted to bring her to, but she knew he wanted something from her.
He watched her, intent on her struggle to stay on this earthly plane. He knew she didn't know what he wanted of her. He was content to let it stay that way, for it was nothing in particular he wanted, he just wished to see what she would do. He felt her body melt to his touch, he was pleased at how easy it was to get her to let go now. He kept the pressure of his palm on her clit, but began to move his fingers in and out of her. He heard her moan, and felt her fingers nails dig into his arms. He twisted her nipple harder, and watched her body lean into the twist as she cried out.
Her eyes sought his; he just nodded at her again. He grasped the other nipple and pinched. He felt her clamp down on his fingers, as he felt the increase in the flow of her juices. Each time she responded to his finger fucking, he stopped all movement. He watched the frustration wash over her face as she fought against reacting. He knew she couldn't, his woman just needed to move. He felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him, as he repeated that simple phrase to himself again- His woman. He looked at her again, as he pinched and pulled each nipple, swiftly alternating between the two. He drove his fingers deep inside her and waggled them back and forth. She groaned as her head fell back against the wall- her eyes rolled back into their sockets.
