Bdsm Virgin

Part 1.6

He rose from his chair, walked over to mine, and helped me to my feet. Even a light brush from his hand ignited a spark. Dammit! He must have noticed because he encircled my shoulders with his arm and smile gently. "It's ok. You're safe." And I melted!

He led me to his car. Opening the door, I noticed it was not a racy sports car as I would have expected, but a silver/gray Honda Accord. Nice, but not Christian Grey! He chuckled. "Hope the car doesn't disappoint you, Chance."

We drove a short distance to a nondescript restaurant at the waterfront, and he led me inside. Once again, I relinquished control to him in this small thing – something I never did. But with him, it seemed so easy.

After he ordered for both of us, totally against my normal habit, he gazed into my eyes.

"You know, Chance, I'm not sure, but for some reason, I am drawn to you. I know that you've been out of your comfort zone a little this afternoon and tonight by letting me take the lead. I know that you are a die-hard feminist, and I appreciate that. But, I also sense that there is a part of you that is willing to let me take control."

As he was saying this, something deep inside of me stirred. He was right! I had to be in control at all times – it's a part of me, but with him, I could easily let him take some control. Perhaps this is the power exchange he was so eloquently discussing over dinner.

Lost in my thoughts, I jumped when he touched my hand. "Shall we?"

I gulped hard, my stomach churned, my heart beat fast. "Y-y-y-es."

Without another word, I knew exactly what he was asking, and I was already wet from the possibility.

His home was, again, nice. Nothing particularly fancy, but nice. He led me inside through an entrance decorated with oriental wall hangings. Bamboo floors gleamed with the shining as if freshly cleaned.

"You're lucky! The cleaning lady came today. Yesterday? It wasn't quite this clean."

I turned toward him to say something smart and witty, but all that came out was, "It's nice!"

He threw his head back and laughed. "Nice? I love it!"

He bent his head toward me, pulled me into his arms tight, and planted his mouth on mine. His taste and scent swirled into my mind and body, and I gave easily to him. Leaning into his embrace, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him tight. God! I want him!

He lifted me effortlessly and carried me up the stairs to a very masculine bedroom. Tenderly, he laid me on his bed, and began removing his shirt.

"Are you sure about this, Chance?"

I nodded my head yes, and started to rise from the bed. He pushed me softly back down.

"Please, let me. Just relax."

He eased onto the bed and began to unbutton my shirt. My jacket was somewhere downstairs. I didn't remember taking it off. As he opened my shirt, he leaned over and delicately licked at the skin where my breasts met. Putting his arms around my back, he smoothly raised my shoulders and removed my shirt and unclasped my bra.

He gazed at my breasts as they moved with my breath. "You are so lovely."

His tongue grazed roughly over my taut skin. My nipples now hard and excited trapped between his teeth as his tongue flicked from one to the other. Tiny electric shocks ran through my entire body, all reaching the same destination, and causing me to clench my thighs tight around the delicious sensation deep in my core.

I closed my eyes and sighed as I arched my back to meet his lips. His hands closed in around each breast, squeezing and kneading them, pushing them together to allow him to suck on both nipples at once.

"Easy! Let's take our time." He whispered into my neck, his breath causing every tiny hair to stand to attention.

I felt him unsnap and unzip my jeans. Slowly he peeled them from my buttocks, my thighs, down my calves and off to the floor. Each movement was met with butterfly kisses and licks as he tasted every inch of me. His fingernails dragging across my skin were leaving a blazing trail of heat in their wake.

Again he made his way back up my body, his hot breath against my eager flesh was causing goosebumps to attack every pore of my skin. Gently he tugged at my thong with his teeth and pulled it down my legs, removing it without using his hands, only stopping to nibble on my flesh at random intervals. His breath on my skin was a trigger for my hips to rise and push against his inviting mouth.

I became lost in the sensations of him, the smell of him, the power of him. My hands fisted his hair as his head moved from my chest to my abdomen. I could feel every nerve ending in my body respond to this man's touch. Like an electrical storm over the ocean my body lit up under his expert touch.

He moved between my thighs, grazing my centre but purposely avoiding contact with my engorged clitoris. His tongue was gently circling around my sex without actually touching it. The sensation was making me heady. My hands clenched tighter into his hair, trying to guide him to where I desperately wanted to feel his lips and tongue.

He urgently pulled his jeans from his body, tossing them to the floor, causing a metallic melody as a cascade of coins fell and scattered from the pockets.

His maleness was now proudly standing on display in his nakedness looming above me. I felt my insides melt and pool between my legs at the sight of him.

He lowered himself onto my begging body. "God, I want you now, Chance!"

With those words I raised my hips to meet his. He entered me with such force a loud gasp escaped my throat as I gave way to his maleness, hard and full.

With each thrust, I moaned with total abandon. I let him lead the pace and intensity. He moved against me, his body firm. His lips on my neck and his tongue flicking my ear were almost too much to bear as he filled me so beautifully. He sat back and lifted my legs over his shoulders before thrusting himself as deep as he could into my core.

As I lifted myself to meet each thrust only my shoulders were touching the bed. I was suspended in mid air as he pumped himself into me. The higher he lifted me the deeper he filled me and it was incredibly hot. His thumb grinding against my clit was pushing me towards a glorious orgasm. I squeezed every muscle around him, milking him with my strength, bringing him closer to the finish line that was now in plain sight.

As I came ever nearer to the edge, he groaned, "Cum with me, Chance! Let me feel you. All of you!"

The encouragement was all I needed. I felt a burst deep inside me, like a dormant volcano firing into life. The flames licked at me as the lava began to flow, hot and wet. My legs and arms were clutching at him as if my life depended on it. The orgasm ripping through my body contorted my face into a picture ecstasy.

His body began to spasm above me as he erupted his seed deep into my belly. The guttural moan that he made as he came was the horniest thing I have ever heard.

Gripping his thighs with my trembling hands as I rode out the last throes of the orgasmic wave with him, eyes open, watching him, watching me.

God! This is beautiful!

As we spent the last of our passion together, he collapsed onto me. Panting hard, I disentangled my legs from his neck and replaced them with my arms. He lay his head on my chest, his breathing hard and staggered. I gently fingered his hair as we caught our breath again.

This. This felt so right.