Lust (22 page)

He was eager to get to the wetness inside! He kissed, licked,
and bit every inch of my neck and chest, pausing each time he
reached my nipples to playfully tug at them and flick them
with his tongue. My breasts were large and supple, my sex was
increasing in wetness as he played, and he was enjoying every
overflowing mouthful.

I wanted him inside me. I needed him to take me in every
possible way. The extensive foreplay was making me pine for
more, but he wouldn’t let me near him. He was purposely making
me suffer and struggle to touch him.

“Stop trying to get at me. You aren’t going to get it…not
yet. I have a challenge to meet, because there are things I want
to do to you that you’d never agree to, and I won’t have to ask
you for permission!”

My smile grew; I was enjoying every bit of this. The fighting
continued, only this time we were battling on the same
side. “You still don’t get it; you have no idea what I’d agree to
or what I won’t ask you permission for! It’s always the proper
ones you have to watch out for. We are scandalous little bitches!”

My mischievous tone and insinuations aimed to thrill him
to no end.

He evaded me entirely, even with all the apparent desire
and need he had inside for me. “Oh, I get you, Evangeline,
more than you think, because your eyes give you away. I see
that every second I play with you, every nibble, every time I
breathe near your nipples, makes you want me more. With that
said, the more you want me, the easier it will be to get this
devilish side of you to relax and come…out!” Alexander smiled
proudly as if he had solved the great mystery, but there was a
lot left to learn of the woman who stood before him.

Lucky for him, I was so full of desire and need that I wasn’t
interested in talking or thinking, for that matter.

Alexander gave me a feeling that no other man or “boy” had
ever given me. I stirred, I shook, and I wanted more. And not
because he wasn’t giving me enough but because what he was
doing to me was so good that anything more would be blissful.

Sighing deeply, I leaned slowly toward his mouth and, with
little force, brushed my lips against his. There was so much
more there, between us, within that kiss; it lingered in the air
and shot through us like lightning.

“Let go of my hands, Alexander. Let me feel you.” Still close
to his lips, I stared into his eyes. My breasts lifted every time I
breathed, heavier and heavier the longer he held my arms behind
my back. Alexander’s face was still. He took me in, every
breath, my smell, the glow on my skin, the desire showing
through my eyes, my hardened nipples, and the wetness between
my legs. He had barely touched me, yet amazingly I was
wet, expecting and wanting him. I was thrilled, emotional, and
ready for him to take me.

I had never felt this desire or need for any man before. What
made it emotional was that somehow I cared for him. He was
unlike anyone: a man who understood me without knowing
me. He was determined and willing to do anything to have me!

Keeping the sensual gaze between us, he kissed me softly.

“I don’t like to lose. I always get my way. I’ve told you this
before. So, the sooner you stop trying to do as you wish, the
sooner I will let you do as you wish.”

He was on point; he knew I wanted to be in control. By taking
it away and then promising to let me have it, he knew I was
close, that I could orgasm just by sitting there, but he wanted
to taste it, to taste me.

Loosening his grip on my hands without letting go, he
whispered seductively, “Now, I want a one-word answer and
nothing more. If I let your hands free, will you do as I say?” He
peered at me intently, and I felt the strength in his stare. He
could handle me and whatever I needed.

“Yes,” I replied softly.

“Good.” Letting go of my hands, he knelt down in front
of me. Lifting my foot and holding it in his hands, he kissed
from my ankle up to my knee. In the process he moved my legs
farther apart, first one leg and then the other, so that he was
kneeling directly between my legs.

“Lean back and close your eyes. Feel the empty air behind
you; I want to make you fly into orgasm.”

I stared at him nervously. The empty air behind me could
lead to my death if I moved the wrong way.

Sensing my fear, he smiled. “I can move you if you are
afraid, but having to keep your body arched while I eat you out
will increase your orgasm, and the thrill of a little fear heightens
that experience. Your call.”

He waited, kneeling, only inches away from my sex.

I took to what he was saying. I knew he was right about
the heightened experience, but I suddenly held a slight envious
stare in my eyes. “And here I thought I might be the sex expert.

I take it this is a favorite spot of yours?”

I swallowed hard. It would end here if some other woman
had sat on this wall where I was waiting to be taken, and it
would be a bit too creepy.

He remained still on the ground, looking wounded. Taking
his hands off of my legs, he put them on his knees and lowered
his head in disbelief. He spoke carefully knowing that the next
answer would either make or break this moment. “I am going
to try to get over the fact that you question my every word and
every move and tell you simply this.” Looking back up at me,
he smiled. “I have never had a woman on this wall or this terrace
or in my room or this house. There has never been a woman
who has been allowed to penetrate my personal space, till you,
Evangeline. Now, you can take that and run away, or you can
allow yourself and me to enjoy this, here and now. What’s it
going to be?”

I sighed. I didn’t know what the “truth” was, and I didn’t
have the urgency to delve into any more questions or answers.

It felt like the truth, and that was all that mattered. “Your
hands should be here.” I moved my own hand below my belly,
stroking above my folds and my cleft, allowing my fingers to
go to the crease of my lips.

He smiled and sighed with relief, this was the first mini
battle where I had thrown in the towel. “I apologize for my
delay in getting there, but someone keeps interrupting.” He
didn’t start back up where he had left off; instead he moved
toward my center, keeping my gaze, placing his own hand on
mine, and helping me stroke my sex. He watched me carefully,
studying me as I breathed heavier, sighing and swallowing the
building saliva in my mouth. Most men would be intimidated
by a woman who could please herself, but Alexander seemed to
take pleasure in every moment he was being given and more
than happy to entertain me: a woman who knew how to please
a man by pleasing herself!

I spread on the stone wall consumed by his touch, overwhelmed
with a desire to have more, taking in the moment,
and breathing in the air, the scents, and the desire. He was kissing
my hand, the hand that caressed my sex in an exact motion
as his own. As I continued my massage, he tugged at my panties
on both sides, bringing them down off my thighs, below my
knees, and over my heels.

He slid my hand slowly away from my sex and moved it
gently up to my breast. Both hands cupped my breasts, and as
he caressed and squeezed, he got me into a motion and then let
go to let me continue on my own.

I paused as he let go, feeling a bit self-conscious. I didn’t
know what he wanted or how he liked it, but he tried to relax
me. Noticing my reluctance, he reassuringly assisted me in massaging
my breast once again, back in full motion; he moved his
head down toward my thighs and kissed each side.

My legs tightened as his warm lips got closer to my core,
closer to the ultimate orgasm I so desperately wanted.

With his lips brushing above my sex, he whispered to me,
“What is it? What is it that you want?”

But for once I wasn’t thinking or planning. I was taking
whatever he could give me. I was unsure of the question and
was reluctant to answer. “What do you mean? Isn’t it obvious?

Please don’t stop.”

He was kissing me again, in the center of my sex but never
parting the lips that covered my true desire He paused. “Don’t stop
what? If I’m asking you to tell me what you want, then it’s obviously
not obvious. I want you to ask me for it. I want you to tell me
what it is that you need—what it is that you want.” He needed the
reassurance, wanted to hear my request that he take me. He needed
to hear me tell him that I wanted him as much as he wanted me.

“Is that it? OK then, I want you to kiss me and taste me
slowly. I want you to take my sex into your mouth, and I want
to hear you suckle at my clit, both soft and strong until you
make me cum, and when I do, I want all of me inside your
mouth. I want to wet you in every way possible. I want you to
penetrate me with every one of your fingers and then with your
undoubtedly thick, large, and hard cock. And mostly I want
you to make me quiver from the intense orgasm that you are
going to give me when you fuck me over and over again.”

My stare was still, my throat swallowed; there was no noise,
just stiffness. “And lastly, Alexander, I want you, all of you.”

I barely got the last words out; his hands rushed up to my hips
and pulled me into his mouth. He was hungry, driven, and in heat.

His tongue stroked every area of my sex, inside and out. My wetness
was all over his mouth as he sucked on every inch of me, and
every time he reached my throbbing clit, my entire body twitched.

I moaned loudly, pleadingly, begging for an orgasm. He
would pause and then start up again. He was learning how my
body reacted and where my sensitive areas were. First he moved
fast and then slow, and it was all so good.

“Ah, oh God, yes.” I wouldn’t last long at this pace, but I
didn’t want him to stop. My hand went to his hair and to the
back of his neck, holding him closer, wanting for his lips to never
leave their place on me and in me. Alexander opened my folds
with both his hands and concentrated on giving me the first orgasm
of the night. He sucked on my clit directly, motioning his
head back and forth while never letting me out of his mouth. His
tongue and wet lips tugged at me first roughly and then gently.

“Please, ah, please don’t stop, ever.” My moaning became
louder. Still holding onto his head, I could not remember if I
had ever felt this erotic and this good just a few minutes in.

Alexander opened his lips and let go of me slightly. Let down,
I yelled, “Nooo! Don’t stop!”

“Don’t stop what? Is there something you want more of?”

Alexander gave gentle pecks on my sex but did not start licking
again until I spoke.

“No, no, please. Please make me cum. Please don’t stop
licking and sucking me, please. Do as you were doing; please
do whatever you want to me!”

I sounded desperate but I didn’t care. If I had been able to
form just one clear thought, it would have been to question
how I had gone all this time without feeling this good.

Alexander was pleased. “Have I accomplished my goal already?

I can do with you as I please. I never thought you were
one to throw in the towel so soon.”

Turning my eyes down to meet his and the devilish smirk
he wore, I was excited even more. I smiled provocatively, and
with raised eyebrows I leaned forward and pulled his head back
in between my thighs, where it was meant to be. Alexander
didn’t need direction, but hearing my plea to have him on me
seemed to exhilarate him.