Paul had a sudden, urgent desire to rip her clothes off, bend her over his bed, and bury himself inside her, but he pushed those thoughts aside. This was about love and seduction, not about sex, or slave and master games.
In fact, all week had been about seduction. It was a slow, week-long session of foreplay, where the tension continually escalated. His desire started at an intense level and just kept increasing. Anticipation continued to build, for him, and for Emily.
They had been like two kids waiting for Santa, only Christmas day had never been as good as this.
Smiling, Paul reached for the zipper on Emily’s dress, and began to unwrap his gift.
Chapter 45. Making Love
Yes, folks, on a scale of one to ten, I just broke a hundred, Emily mused. Who would’ve thought that being fed dessert by her lover’s hand would have been such a turn on? But everything Paul did turned her on.
Slowly, and with great care, Paul removed her clothes, trailing his fingers along every contour of her body, kissing her hypersensitive skin, caressing her everywhere. His teeth also explored her, gently biting her soft flesh, and sometimes giving sharp nips.
Every time he did sensation shot through her, putting her mind into a lust filled fog. She could hardly stand.
“I’m going to bite and lick and kiss every inch of your body,” he murmured, his mouth against her skin. “Then I’m going to go back and do it all over again.”
A desperate whimper escaped her lips at this erotic promise.
Pulling away, he stood back to admire her.
Except for a pair of four inch red stilettos, Emily stood naked before him, completely and utterly aroused.
Paul was naked, too, and as for arousal. Well. She wondered how that gorgeous rigid erection of his, had been kept confined in his slacks. It couldn’t have been comfortable.
Emily knew the, ‘Protective, indulgent, treat-me-like-a-younger-sister,’ Paul, as she was growing up. She’d met the, ‘Charismatic, seductive,’ Paul, in Cabo San Lucas. The man that she was with now was someone completely different.
This was a new, ‘God, I love you. You’re the only woman for me,’ Paul. His beautiful hazel eyes seem to drink her in. She felt as if she could see everything through those eyes. Lust, of course, but affection, adoration and awe were in there, too.
In the last week they’d shared each other’s secrets. They discussed every dream, every thought, and every desire. They talked about sex endlessly, and explicitly, sharing each other’s fantasies. They laughed, and played, and teased. They kissed, and cuddled, and loved.
André warned them that deceit was the greatest barrier to intimacy. He also quoted the French author, François de La Rochefoucauld, who said, “We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others, that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.”
Like icebergs, people normally expose only a small part of themselves, and generally, just the part they wished to show. They had both lived a lifetime in disguise. Emily, hiding her love; and Paul, hiding the fact that he felt unloved, and incapable of love.
Now they knew each other better than they knew anyone else in the world.
Paul continued studying her. His pupils were dark with lust. He wasn’t smiling.
Desperate for his touch, she shifted slightly, and licked her lips. She ached for him, and felt empty and needy inside. She wanted his hands, and his body, but also something more.
I need his desire. I need him to need me. To want me. And the thought of giving myself to him completely, of belonging to him, and pleasing him sexually, is the biggest turn-on of all.
“You are so beautiful,” he said with quiet reverence. “And you’re all mine.”
Emily drifted for a moment in utter bliss, barely aware that she’d begun to moan with pleasure, just from the possessive nature of Paul’s words. The candles flickered, casting a honey scent, and making his bedroom seem like an otherworldly place. An unhurried smile began to play on his lips, starting slowly and broadening to a grin.
He came to her then – they came to each other. And when they touched, skin-to-skin, from thigh to shoulders, Emily whimpered. Paul’s hands were everywhere, and so was his mouth. Somehow, she ended up wrapped around him, her ankles locked together circling his waist.
Their breath was ragged as she ran her hands in his hair, while his hard male length pressed against her stomach.
Paul brought her to the end of the bed, and laid her down upon it. Emily knew what he liked. He’d told her. Desperate to please him she threw her arms up over her head, and spread her legs wide with abandon, open and ready.
A flash of recognition went through his eyes; he knew what she was doing and why she was doing it. Paul stared at her for a moment, intent and aroused.
“Jesus, you’re good to me.” He fell on her then, his palms touching her palms, fingers linked, his lips on hers. They squirmed and moaned together, as Paul began to move down her body, along her neck, and over the delicate pocket of her collarbone. When his mouth opened on her breast with his lips, tongue and teeth, she gripped his head, cradling him to her.
He spent some time there, adoring her swollen breasts. Pulling and teasing her nipples, he bit, licked and sucked until they were hard, aching peaks.
Paul moved down lower, kissing along her ribs, stomach, and hips. Eventually kneeling between her thighs, he lifted one of her legs.
“God, I love these heels,” he said admiringly. He slid the shoe off and caressed and massaged her foot. He moved to the other foot and did the same thing, kissing and stroking her arch, heels and toes.
Emily quivered, just from his touch. He was being so loving and careful with her. Both hands moved from her ankles, up her calves, to the back of her knees. She whimpered with need, and shifted restlessly on the bed, knowing where he was going.
His calloused hands slid up her thighs, a delightful sensation. One hand on each, he spread her legs wide, exposing her sensitive flesh. Using his thumbs, he pulled her slick outer folds apart, deliciously, intimately, revealing her feminine secrets.
He stilled then, remaining motionless, and stared at her for a long moment.
"God, you're stunning," he said in a throaty rasp. Then his tongue gently slipped between her inner folds.
Emily gasped, and her hips moved without conscious thought, but he held her down. Paul used his fingers, mouth, tongue and teeth. Holding her open, he settled then, licking her at an even, measured pace, lapping at her gushing entry again and again. He hummed as he worked, his tongue moving in a seductive, greedy rhythm.
Somewhere at the back of her mind Emily knew, Paul was enjoying himself. Arousing her orally turned him on, too.
Again and again she clenched in a pre-orgasmic pulse. Each time, in a sensual fog, Emily instinctively bucked into him, and called out his name. Paul reacted to her every response, making male sounds of satisfaction deep in his throat.
"There’s more cream here than in our dessert. You’re dripping, my sweet little rabbit. And you taste much better than that damn cake," he growled.
The way he said ‘little rabbit’ created butterflies of happiness low in her stomach. He spoke with such intimate affection that those words rolled over her like a caress.
Her heart was pounding, her body primed. A week of constant foreplay, cuddling and teasing. And then there was that dessert! Her body had tightened, stretched taut as a bow.
Breathless, she writhed and moaned with pleasure. Paul continued his maddening licking, but never directly on her hardened nub. It felt like heaven, but wasn’t enough to push her over the edge.
She thrashed her head from side to side, and her hands pulled at the sheets. Her clit felt so swollen, she could picture it reaching toward his mouth. Begging for attention.
“Please, Paul, please!” she called out, recalling suddenly that he liked to hear her beg. She was answered by a dark chuckle.
He stretched one hand up to manipulate one taut nipple, rolling and pulling on it, gently at fi
rst, and then harder. Using his other hand, with exquisite care, he teased her, pushing inside her with one finger.
“God, yes,” she said, as her back arched.
Her body accepted him, gratefully welcoming him into her depths. Then he slid two fingers into her, curling them upwards, moving and scissoring, creating an intense, divine sensation.
The feel of his hand on her breast, his fingers inside her, combined with that clever tongue… it was all too much.
Emily sobbed, right on the edge of release.
When his wet, hot mouth closed over her clit she screamed, unable to keep all those erotic sensations inside of her. The bite he gave her there was a tender, caressing nip, followed immediately by rhythmic sucking.
For a moment she felt her clitoris throbbing and pulsing with blood, beating as fast as her racing heart.
Open-mouthed, she gasped.
Her climax slammed into her forcefully, without warning. “Paauuulll!” Emily screamed his name in the throes of her convulsions. She howled, bucked and moaned. Her whole body bowed, but Paul’s mouth stayed with her, riding her and continuing to suckle while his fingers pumped through her euphoria.
Emily’s eyes were shut, absorbing the aftershocks of sensation, but she was aware when Paul shifted her slightly up the bed, as he positioned himself. He hooked her legs in his elbows and spread her wide, his heated shaft hard against her feminine flesh.
She opened her eyes to see him looking down at her. His pleased, approving smile made her melt. He leaned down and softly kissed her; he tasted of herself.
For a moment he pulled back enough to look at her. Emily immediately knew how close to the edge he was. There was urgency in his eyes, they fairly blazed with hungry need. His big body trembled, he was holding back, clearly tempering his desire.
Paul, the man that was always in control, looked about ready to lose it. And just how satisfying was that? Mmmmm.
Chapter 46. Fun Games
“I’m sorry, rabbit,” Paul bit out in a hoarse voice. His jaw was tight, his teeth clenched. “I wanted this to be special, soft and slow, but I won’t make it. I have to have you, right now.”
Emily grinned. “Yay,” she said happily. “Go for it. Take me hard and fast, baby. There’s nothing I’d like more.”
Paul laughed and the lighthearted ring of it made her heart swell. “I love you,” he said gruffly.
“I love you, too.”
With one hand he guided the head of his cock between her folds, and thrust inside with a groan of pleasure. Her swollen channel was so tight. The carnal sensation of it, the feeling of him filling her so completely, was incredible. His pulsing hardness rocked inside her. Paul ground his hips against her for a moment. Burying himself to the hilt within her soft flesh.
“Jesus,” he groaned. “You feel so good. You’re going to make me come.”
Before Emily could reply, he began to thrust. Fast and deep, he pounded into her, in a rapid rhythm, making no attempt to hold himself back. His big male body was straining, and sweating with effort. His chest heaved, and his face was contorted with pleasure.
The way he took her, without restraint, thrilled her. He needed her. She felt a primal feminine joy in giving him exactly what he needed.
Spread wide as she was, with her knees at his elbows, it made the coarse hair on his pubic bone graze her swollen, hypersensitive clit with each savage thrust. The sensation of him stretching her, and filling her was incredible. His powerful thrusts and guttural male sounds of ecstasy overwhelmed her senses.
“Oh, God!” she called out, surprised to find another orgasm building with that thought.
I want to please him. I need to please him.
This conscious awareness was brand new to her experience. It was as if body, heart and soul, this was her single-minded purpose. Making Paul happy.
The waves of ecstasy during her first orgasm had been amazing, but now they seemed insignificant in comparison to the coiling tension building inside her. What was coming this time was thirty stories high. A tsunami wave of pleasure, rushing her way.
Emily found herself panting, too, as she arched and pushed against him, pulling him hard against her. Joining in his frantic, animal need.
She was close! So close!
Paul picked up speed as he neared his climax, moving in short fast strokes. His cock thickened and swelled inside her. When he shifted slightly, hitting a sensitive spot deep inside her, Emily felt her whole body stiffen. A rippling pulse went through her, and her internal muscles gripped him hard.
Paul’s body jerked from the sensation of it.
He threw his head back, and roared his release. Emily felt his hips slap against her as he ejaculated in bruising thrusts, once, twice, three times.
She felt it.
The warmth of him, and the heady vibration of his deep male groan as he spent his warm cum inside her
The satisfaction of making Paul climax sent her over the edge and into another peak. She exploded, consumed by bliss as her molten center convulsed, again and again, and again.
Hard shutters wracked their bodies as they released together, crying out with ecstasy.
Spent and exhausted, Emily couldn’t move, even if Paul wasn’t lying heavily upon her. They were a symphony together, hearts pounding, breathing heavily. The feel of him, still inside of her, was a dreamy sensual daze. His cock twitched and throbbed; her pussy occasionally pulsed.
The sound, the weight, and scent of him. So perfect, so satisfying... so right.
Paul nuzzled into her neck and shoulders. Then he sat up, kissed her cheek, and rolled off her, padding silently into the bathroom. He returned with a warm, wet washcloth and cleaned her gently and lovingly.
Normally, she would be embarrassed, but there was something beautiful about his actions. It was done in a way that was sweet, protective and adoring.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “I kind of got carried away.”
“Okay? No. I’m great.”
“You most certainly are,” he agreed with a smug grin.
He lay down next to her, pulling her across his chest. Emily folded into him, comfortable and happy, within his embrace. She heard his heart pounding, slow and soothing in its rhythm. Even with an open bedroom door, the honey smell of candles, and musky scent of their lovemaking, filled the room.
They talked about inconsequential things, and they laughed, flirted and teased each other in the flickering candlelight. Emily had been tense with arousal for so long. Now she felt languid and relaxed.
Finally, Paul sat up and said, “I bought a couple of presents for you.”
Emily sat up, too. “Oh, yeah? Like what?”
Paul got her to shift around, and to sit on the side of the bed, facing the mirror that was along the wall. There was just enough room for her legs, between the mirror and the wall. He positioned her in front of the mirror, so that she rested both of her hands against it, at shoulder height, and slightly further apart than shoulder width.
Then he pulled her legs, spreading them apart, as far as they could go. “Keep them there,” he said in a dark seductive tone. “I like them just like that.”
His preemptory demand, and the way he positioned her as he liked, made her instantly wet. Paul was seriously turned on, too. There was lust in his voice, and hunger in his eyes. His gaze narrowed for a moment, as he studied her reflection in the mirror.
Emily frowned because she could clearly see her own female parts in the mirror. With her hands as they were, her breasts hung just slightly away from her body. It was a strangely erotic sight. To be so open. To be so vulnerable. So exposed.
He slid around so that he was sitting up behind her, his chest to her back. Straddling her, he sat with his legs on either side of hers. Looking in the mirror, Emily saw his smiling face behind her.
“I’m not seeing any presents,” she said pointedly.
Paul reached across and raised the bag he’d placed on the bed. Then he pulled out a set of nipple clam
ps and showed them to her with one hand. The clamps had a little chain between them, so he dangled them together. With the other hand, he pulled out big flesh colored, penis shaped dildo. The dildo wobbled when he gave it a little shake.
Emily was more than a little shocked. “What the hell is that?”
“It’s a dildo,” he said surprised. “Haven’t you ever seen a dildo before?”
Emily shook her head. “Actually, no.”
“Well, then, you’re in for treat,” he said with enthusiasm. “These clamps are amazing. Your breasts are going to swell, and your nipples will feel such heat. All those feelings will go straight between your legs.”
The thought of pain on her nipples scared her, and he read her expression. “I won’t make them too tight, rabbit,” he reassured her. “Just enough for a bit of delicious sensation. You trust me, don’t you?”
“Well, of course I trust you,” she said, her anxiety putting a little bite to her voice.
Unperturbed, he grinned and shook the dildo again. “I’m also going to fuck you with this. The good thing about this position, and the mirror, is that this way, you get to see what I see.”
He put the toys down, and ran his hands along her flank, across her ribs and upward so that he was holding the underside of each breast. It was an incredibly carnal sight, to see him touching her in the mirror. He squeezed and fondled, tracing her areolas, plucking and pulling at her nipples until they were swollen, erect and pink with need.
Entranced, they both gazed at the erotic reflection.
“Do you like what you see, Emily?” he murmured in a low, seductive voice. That voice sounded like sin, and wicked naughty pleasures.
Emily trembled, and her pulse quickened. “I… yes,” she whispered.
She watched Paul’s eyes darken with lust at her response. In the mirror she saw and felt his fingers tighten on her breasts. His solid male chest was firm and warm against her back.
Emily could deny him nothing. Whatever he longed for, whatever he craved – she would give it to him.