Desires (11 page)

If he’d just rolled her over and taken her right then,
without preamble, she wouldn’t have complained. She was so ready for him it
hurt. She wanted him to strip her clothes off and lick her all over.

“We will begin with a little kissing,” he was saying.

Kissing? Okay, kissing. She could wait for the rest. Stacie
licked her lips, longing to taste him. Never had she been so impatient.

He moved closer to her. His face got nearer. Her body
responded, vibrating to his presence like a harp string. She closed her eyes,
awaiting his arrival. Stacie could feel his breath on her face then their lips
touched. The kiss was feather-light and whisper-soft, but it sent tingles to
places she’d forgotten existed. She kissed him back, wanting to touch, but
scared in case he backed off. She wanted to press her body against his, to feel
his urgency. She felt wanton…and it felt good.

Stacie opened her eyes to make sure she wasn’t dreaming,
that it really was Dan kissing her. It certainly was. He pulled away to smile
at her then moved back close. She closed her eyes once again, craving the feel
of his lips pressed so delightfully against hers. The kiss turned more
passionate, his lips became firmer and more urgent and he wound one hand around
her waist, pulling her closer.

She shivered at his touch, the anticipation heightening
her arousal. Dan deepened the kiss, touching his tongue to her lips. She opened
in mute acceptance, her own tongue seeking his.

Stacie felt him move his body even closer to her. His
pelvis touched the tops of her thighs and his hand wandered round to rest on
the curve of her bottom. She pressed herself to him shamelessly, feeling the
heat of his body through her clothing.

Dan pulled away for a second. Stacie opened her eyes to
see him staring at her, his eyes almost black, before he descended on her
again, kissing her fiercely, hungrily. Stacie felt his tongue at her lips. She
opened her mouth without hesitation, allowing his tongue to glide inside,
feeling it circling around hers. Stacie joined in rolling her tongue around
his, tasting him, enjoying the intimacy. This was the moment she had been
waiting for, the taste, the passion.

The hand on her bottom began to wander, caressing up and
down her spine. Each tickling touch made her quiver and tremble. Impatient, Stacie
took control, plunging her tongue deeper into his mouth, swinging her leg up
over his hip in invitation, wanting more and more. Yearning for more, she
thrust herself at him, but Dan pulled away. He gently removed her leg and
placed it back on the bed. Stacie flushed, knowing she had done wrong by taking
the initiative. She began to roll away from him, embarrassed, but he pulled her
back, holding her close to nuzzle into his neck. She felt his breath on her
right ear and then he began kissing and pulling at her ear lobe, leaving her
shivering through her entire body.

He rolled her onto her back and hovered over her,
supporting his weight on his elbows as he gently touched her cheek with his
hand, running his other hand through her hair. He slid his tongue back in her
mouth. She accepted eagerly. She’d never tasted anyone so good. Stacie craved to
touch him, to feel his body, but that wasn’t what this lesson was about. If she
did, he would almost certainly stop, and that she definitely didn’t want.

He transferred his weight to one elbow, running his free
hand down to her waist and then further to her hip, his lithe fingers tickling
and teasing. Stacie leaned her body into his touch. He brought the hand to her
chest and she barely breathed as he ran his hand over the top of her breast.
She longed for him to touch her bare flesh. He pulled away from her then,
kneeling up to tug at her top. She sat up to assist and he pulled it up over
her head, discarding it on the floor next to the bed. She pushed her chest out invitingly
and met his eyes.

He lowered her back to the bed and kissed her neck and
shoulders, her whole body quivering in sensation as his gentle hands and lips
teased her body. It had been so long since she’d felt so desired.

As Dan kissed a trail round her neck, he began flicking
his tongue out, blowing on the wet marks he made. Stacie shivered with every
blow, throwing her head back on the pillow. He moved his lips down toward her
breasts and she thrust them toward him. But he bypassed her breasts completely,
shifting his body down to continue his kisses down her stomach. Nearly growling
with frustration, Stacie forced herself to lie patiently. Dan arrived at the
waistband of her jeans and paused.

Stacie lifted her head up to glance at him. Dan met her
gaze with a waggle of his eyebrows and a quirk of his lips. A rush of desire
seized her and she barely managed to resist thrusting her crotch in his face.
He ran his finger round her waistband, slowly undoing the button and then the zip.
She raised her hips to allow him to pull her jeans down. Her world was Dan and
this room. The only thing she wanted right now was for him to take her, fill
her, empty his seed within her. She would have done anything. Stacie widened
her thighs in welcome as Dan positioned himself above her. She could feel his
jeans against her bare legs, his erection beneath the denim pressing into her
yearning pussy. He lay over her, gazing at her breasts. She quickly thrust her
boobs up toward him, desperate for him to touch her.

Shifting his weight to one elbow, his other hand slid up
her slender torso to cup her breast in its lacy covering. He dropped kisses across
the top of her boobs and ran his thumb over her hard nipple poking through the
silky material, eager for attention. Stacie jiggled her hips, almost beside
herself with desire and longing. How much longer would he make this last?
Transferring his weight to his knees, Dan sat back a little, caressing both
breasts and pushing them together. He put his face in the cleavage he had made and
kissed first one breast, then the other, inhaling deeply. Stacie dropped her
head back, closing her eyes.

Dan slid his hands around to her back to unclasp her
bra. She lifted up on her elbows, allowing him to remove it. He peeled it away
and it joined her top on the floor. They both stared down at her naked breasts
for a second before Dan descended. He didn’t suck on her nipples as she had expected.
Instead, he pressed his lips gently against them, kissing them all over, but avoiding
the nipple area. Stacie cupped her boobs together feeling his lips all over
them. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to wait, anticipating the moment.

He toyed with her breasts for a while, kissing around them,
then down to her stomach. He kissed all over her hips and waist and back to her
breasts. He pushed them together and then, without warning, he pinched both
nipples at the same time, sending her screaming in pleasure as pulses raged
through her body. She thrust her pelvis into his groin, feeling her juices soaking
her thong. He sucked on her right nipple, whilst pinching her left one, adding
a gentle pull and twist. Her body ran wild, all her nerve endings sending urgent
flashes to her pussy, craving for more and more. Dan teased her nipples,
sucking one then moving quickly to the other, making her body spasm and buck.

She wanted to grab his cock, wondering if he was as hot
as her—she was burning. Instead, she reached behind her to grab the bedhead,
pushing her body up to him in a mute plea. He gripped her left nipple with his
teeth and gave a gentle tug. She collapsed on the bed, thrusting her pelvis
into his. He kept firm hold of her breasts, pushing them together, licking from
one nipple to the other. Stacie bit hard on her lower lip, trying not to cry
out with pure excitement.

Dan worked his way back down her body, kissing all the
way down her soft skin until he arrived at her pubic mound. He kissed all around
the triangle of her panties, sodden with her juices. He ran his tongue down one
inner thigh, then back up again, stopping just short of her pussy. She let out
an involuntary mew as he skipped over to the other side and repeated the
action. Stacie clenched her pelvic muscles and wriggled beneath him, resisting
the urge to beg.

She felt his breath on her mound as he blew over her pussy.
His lips pressed against her panties and his hands ran up and down her thighs. He
hooked one finger into the front of her panties and pulled them all the way down.
She felt him roll off her, but he didn’t go far. She opened her eyes and saw
him lying next to her, just taking her nakedness in. She lay before him,
smiling, unashamed, wanting to give him the gift of her body. Soon he was back,
covering her body with his, kissing her urgently, his hands roaming her body as
if they didn’t know where to go first.

He kissed down her body, sucking and nibbling on her
nipples until she was breathless, then continued down to her pussy. Dan spread
her thighs wide and positioned himself between them. She closed her eyes and
felt his breath hot on her as he kissed all over her mound.

Stacie lay back on the bed, trying her hardest not to direct
him. Whatever he would do to her it would make her wail with delight. They’d
probably be able to hear her at the other side of Desires. She waited, tense with
anticipation. Then, she felt his tongue hot and wet within her labia. Stacie
cried out as the sensation rampaged through her entire body, hitting every
nerve ending possible.

His fingers swiped her clitoris, which was aching with need.
She lunged her hips off the bed, pushing herself against him. He flattened out
his tongue and lapped at her, as she grabbed her breasts, toying with her nipples.
Then she felt him slide two fingers within her, pushing in and up. She squealed
aloud as the point of his tongue taunted her sensitive folds of flesh and his skilful
fingers played her like a violin.

He was driving her mind to captivity—this young horny,
sexy man who had certainly had the right touch was commanding her body. She
craved him, wanting more. Her body was sweating, and her mind transported by what
Dan was doing to her.

Stacie felt herself beginning to lose control. Dan’s
tongue dipped in and out of her pussy, alternating with his fingers, while his
other hand tormented her clitoris. Her whole body was taken over, sweat blossomed
on her skin. She clenched her inner muscles around Dan’s fingers, trying to
wring maximum feeling from them. She was sure he had managed to slide a third
finger in her slick tunnel. She was past caring, lost in pleasure, thrusting
frantically against him. As his fingers kept up their steady rhythm, his lips
surrounded her clit, sucking lightly as his tongue flicked over the bud. Stacie
screamed out as her clitoris burst with sensation, her hips rising off the bed as
her orgasm swept over her. She clung to the bedhead, letting her body buck. It
seemed to go on forever, then finally began to ebb.

Stacie relaxed onto the bed, quivering with the
after-effects. She felt Dan sit back on his heels on the bed, but she couldn’t
muster up the strength to open her eyes. Her heart pounded and her breath came
in shuddery gasps. She could feel wetness trickling down her thighs and pooling
on the duvet. Had that all come from her? She felt the bed creak and dip as Dan
got off and then she heard the bathroom door open.

She opened her eyes in time to see Dan disappearing
inside the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind him. Stacie stared after
him for a few seconds. When he didn’t come back quickly, she climbed off the
bed, pulled the duvet back and slipped beneath the covers. She put her fingers
down to her inner thighs, feeling the moisture still trickling from her. She
puffed up the pillows and got comfortable while she waited for Dan to come
back. Stacie stretched, cat-like, feeling her body relax into a delightful
torpor.

The bathroom door soon opened and Dan came out. She
watched him head over to the large flat-screen television. He picked up the
remote and turned the television on, putting it on mute, before coming over to
the bed to sit on the end.

He turned to look at her. “How are you feeling?”

“Wet,” she replied, giving Dan a naughty smile.

“Is there anything in particular you’d like to do now?”

“How about just chilling for a bit,” she said, imagining
them snuggled up together in bed, watching mindless television and talking. She
wondered what his next plan with her would be.

“Sounds good. Would you like some more wine?”

“That’d be great,” she said, not too bothered about what
happened for the next ten minutes, as long as she got close to him.

Stacie watched him pour out another two glasses. Her gaze
roved his body, she yearned to touch and caress him. Her response to him surprised
her. She had never experienced the feeling of being hungry for sex. Sometimes
it had been nice, but nothing special, and she’d never been that bothered
really. If it hadn’t been for Dan, that would still have been the case.

He passed her one of the glasses of wine and the remote
control to the television, and then flashed her a smile before leaving the
room. Stacie shot up in bed, panicked. Where was he going? She thought they
were going to snuggle up in bed together. But, wait, he’d poured himself a glass
of wine. He couldn’t be going far. Stacie made herself relax back against the
pillows. She flicked through the channels, not finding anything interesting so
she switched it off. She climbed out of the bed to make her way over to the
large window. There wasn’t much to see. It was dark outside now, the winter
night looming. Winter was her least favourite time of the year, cold, wet and
miserable, nothing to be cheerful about. Then there was Christmas fast
approaching, a very expensive time of the year. Graham had always seemed to go
out of his way to make Christmas miserable. Roll on spring.