Betrayal

Chapter 15

Ali

I can feel his breath against my lips. It's slow and warm. The tip of his nose is just barely touching mine. Any attempt to breathe at a normal pace is useless. I'm hot, burning up, and my body is in a frenzy.

"Look at you," he mutters. "I haven't even touched you yet."

I sigh slowly. The way his voice sounds sends a shiver across the entirety of my body. It's so low, gruff, and sensual. How does he do that? How can he sound that way with such ease?

He touches my face, caresses it with his thumbs, then slips his hands down my neck. My hands are shaking as I reach up and undo the top button of his shirt. His fingers slip into the straps of my dress, push them down my shoulders, and it quickly falls from my body. My nipples harden instantly from the cool air and he stares down, sighs, and glances at my face.

"You're so beautiful, Ali," he whispers. "My god. Look at you."

His hands rest beneath my tits. I gasp when his thumbs slide across them, along my nipples, and try to unbutton his shirt quicker than before. He helps me, shrugs it off his shoulders and tosses it behind him, and goes back to touching me. He cups his hands and squeezes and holds both my tits tightly. They're small. So small that both of his hands cover them completely with room left over. I've always been self conscious about how small they are, but the way he's touching me and staring at me...

I touch his chest. I've been this close to him before when he's been shirtless, in the pool, but I can really touch him now. I run my fingers through the thick black and gray hair, feel the warmth of his skin, and continue down his stomach. The hair isn't as thick there, but a trail of it leads down into his briefs. Right to the place I've been dying to see and touch and feel. I can see the outline of his cock when I look down, bulging through his pants.

He leans in and kisses me without warning. They're slow, deep, and make me want to fall to the ground. He tastes of liquor and tobacco and something else, something sweet, and I don't think I could get enough of it. I touch his hair, run my fingers through it, and pull it roughly as I kiss him back. We're finding a rhythm, our tongues intertwined, and no space between us.

He pushes me gently so that I'm sitting on the bed. I'm eye level with his stomach and fumble with unbuckling his belt. I'm shaking so badly that I can't get a grip on the buckle and nervously smile up at him. His hands cover mine, squeeze them, and then begin to help me. His pants have a hook and eye clasp that he undoes while I unzip them. I help him push them down.

My eyes immediately lock on his briefs. They're black with two small buttons at the crotch. His body is so perfect and in such good shape. I reach up and touch the v shape at his hips, run my fingers across them, and sigh as I hook my thumbs into his briefs. He slides a hand into my hair as I tug.

His cock coming free makes me jump slightly. It's as if it has a fucking spring in it and I'm wide eyed, unable to help myself as I stare at it. Jesus fucking Christ. I was expecting it to be big, just from how it's felt when it's been against me, and the way his bulge looked... but not this big. It's both thick and lengthy, intimidating, and I try not to show that I'm intimidated by it, but when I look up at him he's smiling. I'm transparent.

"You want me to take control of you, don't you? Isn't that what you said?"

I nod.

"Hm?"

"Yes," I whisper.

I'm frightened and aroused all together. How is he going to take control of me? What is he going to do?