She was sat on the edge of the bed. The darkened room was a blessing. She was unwilling to take in its tawdry cheapness, the little touches by a landlady unable to rise above her own limited thinking. It was the right place for this. It was the right place for him.
She spread her thighs wide so that her dark mound of hair was visible in the mirror opposite her. She ran her fingers down the side of her pert, naked breast. The nipples were alert – form the cold, from anticipation, from fear too. The netted windows let in a sickly yellow glow from the street lights outside and she could hear the drunken laughter of holiday revellers. She could have been out there with them. She could have drunk herself into a state of abandon. But that was not what she wanted. She wanted this – this room, this time, this man.
He moved behind her onto the bed and spread her thighs a little wider. She did not look at his face, only watched as his hands gently swept the hair back from her neck. His kisses were gentle, insistent. She felt the light flick of his tongue against the pulsing in her neck. Her clit contracted and then released as wetness began to expand within her. He was running the back of his hands down her arms and when he got to her wrist, he circled it, guiding it forwards to her sex. She inhaled sharply, wondering if she was ready to share such intimacy with him. He was barely more than a stranger but she liked that. She liked the freedom that came with only knowing his name – nothing else.
She allowed her fingers to open her lips and stroked upwards, spreading the wetness from the depth of her up over her erect clit. He pulled back a little and watched as she slowly began to rub herself. Then his fingers pushed hers away and he took over, mirroring her actions, understanding what she wanted.
‘Say nothing,’ she had told him before they entered the room.
She reached behind her and took hold of the long shaft of him guiding its tip down to the point where her spine met the dark crack of her buttocks. It tickled a little and she lifted her hips to allow it to move down. There would be no entry. That was not part of their unspoken deal. But she wanted him to go further than she had gone before. She wanted a hint of what was possible in this room. Only a hint, not a promise.
His hands were moving faster now and she lost her thoughts to the slow, rhythmic grind of her hips. She loved this point when her body took over and she could escape into the hard feel of fingers circling her, rubbing her. No need to fantasize here. This was reality and her body knew the difference.
The wetness was increasing now as her muscles contracted. She wanted him inside her but she would not have him. That was going too far. Instead she licked her index finger and pushed it inside her. Their hands were entwined, moving together. Behind her, he pushed into her hands and she felt the gratifying moisture of his own desire spreading from the top of his member, making her hand glide a little over the taut skin of his long, hard shaft.
They were both moving faster now. There was nothing to think of anymore. There was only sweet, urgent sensation, the inevitable pushing forwards. She slid in another finger wanting to feel that resistance and grinding her hips into their hands. They moved, pulsed, rocked together. And then rubbing, rubbing, until her body opened to it. She felt the surge of him, his seed spreading down her crack towards the contracting mouth of her sex. Their hands were wet. She was moaning quietly as the waves spread through her and her head flicked back. One final gasp and then the softness, the darkness, the glow.
Say nothing, she had ordered him. Say nothing.
Another little interlude to ease you into the end of another week. It has been a rather drifty week for me as I move onto the dreaded mid section of my second novel “Hunting the Tiger.” I find myself often gripped by my Inner Second Guesser, questioning whether my words are really communicating the sensuality and sultry nature of the story. However, I will push on because I am damn well enjoying writing this new novel. And what better way to spend my days as the southern hemisphere slowly eases itself into Autumn. I love holing myself up with my characters and going on their journey with them – it’s a privilege to be experiencing these sensual things, albeit vicariously. Still I have my own moments of sauciness too….
If you haven’t downloaded your copy of “Maid For Pleasure”, then you might be interested to know that “The Mirror”, lessons 1 and 2 of Kitty’s education is available free on Smashwords. If you want to check it out then do click here. I would love your feedback – my readers have been so kind in offering me great ideas and I love to hear from you.
But I am also absolutely loving writing these little snippets of sexiness for you.
If you are enjoying them or have an idea for a story that you would like to read then please leave a comment below and I will do my best to oblige.
Have a gorgeous weekend, darling.