Holy Shit - love this
A quarter of an inch lower on the right.
I wanted it to be perfect. As if the perfect line of lace across my flesh could match the perfect tone of his voice. The one that was rolling around in my head. Slow and sensual. Masculine and deep. Like sugar syrup tumbling off his tongue.
As if I conjured him from my mind he appeared in the mirror, sauntering towards me in his easy, relaxed gait. His fingers traced the porcelain of my skin. They fell lower, traveling the curve of my side as if he were speeding around a mountain cliff before coming to rest on the tip of my hip. I melted into him and breathed in his smell. The heady mixture of cologne and man. Age and experience mixed with bergamot and wood.
“You smell like you.”
“You look like a goddess.”
I couldn’t help but smile. Other men had made me feel self conscious about the curve of my belly or the wiggle in my ass. He was different. I felt that familiar fluttering in my stomach. The tingling that told me I wouldn’t last another moment without his touch.
I pushed back, nestling myself against his chest, feeling his hardness against the plush ellipse of my rear. His arms wrapped around me. His nose was buried in my hair and his hands- so large and strong- explored me.
His fingers invaded the lace band of my garter and we both knew I was at his mercy. I was his to command.
I was his pet and his fingers stroked me with care. He was always so careful not to scare me. He was a snake charmer; I reacted to his touch. I let out a slow moan. He tensed, as if the noise woke him from a daze.
“Bend over.”
It was an order, but before I could comply his hand was on my back completing the action for me. His stoned cock was plunging between my legs and his agile fingers gripped the string of my thong, playing my clit like a violin.
“Please.” I begged. The tightrope edge I was walking along was about to snap. I wanted to scream, but it came out as just a whisper.
“Please, what?”
“Please, sir!”
“Do you want something, kitten?”
“Please let me cum. Please. Please, let me cum, sir.”
“You know I love it when you purr, kitten.”
-=C&C=-
so much of this, yes! The lingerie, her thoughts and how he makes her feel, her submission, his tenderness yet commanding tone and touch.. oh, his hands.. fuck.. yes, want!
Amazing, my love.