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I let her see my desire, I let her feel the heat of my body as she moves closer. Then I take control.
My heart rate lowers as I breathe efficiently and settle my mind, calming the surge of adrenaline that pounds in my veins so fast it is enough to make my head spin. I can feel my panties resting against my pussy but I don’t give in to it, I don’t move my hips or seek relief. Instead, I watch Dahlia with undivided attention.
Her fingers fall to her hips and she casually lifts the hem of her loose tee upwards. My first glimpse of her body is smooth, creamy skin and full, rounded breasts that spill over the cups of her black t-shirt bra. There is no padding; she doesn’t need it.
Her yoga pants rest just below her belly button, which is pierced. The stud is simple and from it dangles a small sparkling butterfly that catches the light in any which way she turns, and I have no doubt it is a real diamond that sparkles on the butterfly.
Her thumbs run along her midriff as her hips begin to sway, but before she pulls down her pants, she spins on the ball of her right foot and turns away from me, so as the black fabric peels away it rides the curve of her ass giving me the perfect view of her soft, peachy skin.
Fuck. I want to take a bite.
But it isn’t just her ass. Her panties rest just below the Venus dimples of her lower back, and my eyes roam upwards, hungry to take in every single inch of her. I watch how her bouncy red curls fall against her freshly bared skin. The way they swing when she moves her hips and how toned her legs are as she lowers to her ankles to take off her panties.
She turns back to face me and I let my gaze start at her perfectly painted toes, over her delicate ankles, and up her defined, graceful legs. She reminds me of a dancer in some ways. Her legs and feet definitely do. There is an elegance and femininity to Dahlia that infiltrates everything she does. My eyes hover at her panties. Just a simple black thong, but I can see the spot at the center between her thighs is wet.
“Spread your legs.” My voice comes steady, soft but firm with a clear direction, and I notice her pupils dilate as she complies instantly. Her feet slide across the carpet and her thighs spread just a few inches. But it is enough; it is exactly what I wanted.
My hand rises upwards slowly but surely and I make sure that the first touch she feels is my palm against her panties. I take her most intimate place in my hand, cupping until I can feel her heat, the throb, her pulse. I can feel that wet press too. She is already so turned on, so needy, so fucking desperate.
And it makes me hunger for her even more.
“Good girl,” I whisper, and she lets out a tiny, whimpering moan, and that is when I know I have her and she has me. Right where we wanted each other.
I begin to move my hand, letting my fingers stretch out between her thighs and stroke lightly against the damp fabric of her panties as my palm presses more firmly against her. A mixture of softness and pressure as my wrist lightly circles.
“Take off your bra.” My voice is detached with no hint of warmth, light as a whisper. I know she has to be alert, focused to even hear me, but of course, she is and she does.
I can feel her tremble against me, her body reacting to each and every touch as her fingers glance at her spine and reach for the clasp of her bra. It takes her a moment to unhook. I’m patient …just. I watch the front fall with a light bounce then the slow roll of her shoulders as she slips the straps off her smooth skin. Left then right… I watch everything. No detail left unsavored as her bra falls.
Her breasts are perfection, softly sculpted against her chest, her ivory white skin contrasts beautifully with the rose-pink hue of her nipples. Her nipples are hard and full, and I bet they ache to be touched and caressed.
She watches me, nervously. For a woman who lives in the spotlight and usually exudes confidence; right now, I can sense her insecurities, feel her nerves and her need to please. It is a balance; she craves submission but needs attention and affection, and I intend to give it to her.
I lean in as my chin tilts upwards. My fingers and wrist are stilling but my grip is still there against her warm pussy. I let my breath out slowly through parted lips so she feels the cool kiss of it against her skin, and I watch the goosebumps rise and her nipples become even more engorged. She trembles in my palm and I squeeze reassuringly in response.
My mouth parts wider and my tongue darts to her nipple, just in time to make contact with the soft swell of her flesh. She gasps at the touch but I give her no relief. I only circle it slowly, watching both nipples grow harder, to the point of pain, knowing she is desperate … needy … willing … and only then do I give her the first soft kiss.
My lips are soft and gentle, the lightest of touches, letting her enjoy the sensation, and then I open and draw her nipple into my mouth with a suck.
I try to tease, to put her first, but at this point, my own desire burns strong. I take a deeper suck and taste her, I let my tongue swirl round and round then flick, slow at first and then faster and faster around her nipple until her gasps became soft light moans.
She starts to rock; her body now impatient. Taking any relief she can from moving herself against my palm. I could stop her; I know that if I tell her to stop, she will, instantly. I sense that the control and power is all mine, and I like it. But I don’t want her to stop. I want her to come like this for me, helplessly giving in to her own wants and desires.
I alternate my mouth from her left nipple to right and back to left. My lips grow softer with saliva as I toy and tease. The fabric of her panties grows wetter and wetter too against my palm. The material sticks as we both move in harmony. I can feel my own desire too, my own lust humming loudly between my legs, but I ignore it; I want to give her this and focus only on her.
She starts to beg. “Alexa … please. Can I? Oh … Please.” Her voice low and gravelly and begging me is the most erotic thing I have ever heard. I don’t stop to answer, just a firm nod as my teeth take her nipple and pull a little, a tiny tug of intent. Her hands drop to my shoulders where she grips me, holding on tight as she lets go.
I ride each long wave with her, supporting her body as her legs turn to jelly and she trembles and shakes.
I feel achievement and power tempered with an insatiable lust for her.
This is just the beginning and we both know it.
Fucking her like this- I have barely even started; This is a raw, needy sign of my intent for her.
Feeling her come hot and hard through the soaked fabric of her panties against my hand makes me only want more of her.
I guide her down to the sofa beside me and she takes me by surprise. I expect a detachment but instead, she wraps herself around me, pulling me close so I can feel her tremble against my body, her racing pulse slowing as I hold her to me. Her gasps turn to pants that slow to deep breaths.
