Suddenly, Bates dropped my legs and our kiss broke. I looked up at him wondering why he stopped but before I could ask him, he looked into my eyes with lust and said, "Turn Around." I did as I was told and it turned me on even more with him being so dominant, commanding. The total opposite of what I was used to.
I could play his servant.
I stared back into his eyes, my lips numb and swollen from kissing this luscious man before me. I slowly turned to my left making a 180, my legs shaking and my body tense craving for it's release.
I placed my hands on the wall to help keep me sturdy. Now that I couldn't see him, it was a mystery of what would happen next. I could hear his breathing still heavy from our bone-crushing, grinding session.
I felt his warm lips on the back of my legs with his hands wrapping around my thighs. I could feel his fingertips touching the hem of my skirt. His mouth on my left leg then on my right and back to my left. Oh, he's teasing me now.
I want him so badly. My body aching for him, to smell his scent, to taste his sweat, to feel his body on mine. His hands caress my legs from top to bottom while his mouth moves to my hind cheeks. A moan escaped my lips making my voice sounding a little harsh from my erratic breathing.
His hands come up over my thighs along my hips and lightly tugging on my skirt as he's still planting his soft, wet kisses. My skirt falls around my ankles and he yanks down of what I had left of my panties from the rip.
I'm all the way exposed to him, ready and vulnerable as he's at eye-view of my pulsating core. Finally, I hear his husky voice, "You smell delicious Quinn." Just then, his mouth latched to my needy spot. My legs parted immediately as I bent over giving him full access to my body.
Biting my lower lip, my head flew back in pure ecstasy. I couldn't stop the moans that were coming from within, somewhere deep inside of me. His tongue moving back and forth then flickering in and out in expertise.
My hips moved along with the rythem of his tongue. He seems to be enjoying this also, hearing the moans coming from him, as he devoured my taste. He stops and I could hear something clinging together, could it be keys?
Why did he stop?
"Hands behind your back, Quinn." He told me commandingly. I did as I was told once again.
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Faithful Sinner
RomanceI had every right to give my mind, body and soul to this man. He was flawless; perfection. A bead of sweat falling from his strong, musculine jaw onto his ripped pecs of his chest. I couldn't help but think of how I wanted to catch it with my toung...
