I heard it—his almost imperceptible gasp when I exposed myself.
I did the same on the side, cupping both my breasts, applying just slight pressure. Just to remember what it could feel like. I swirled my fingers over my nipples, pinching just a tad, just a bit, just…just….
“Just like that.”
His voice sounded right in my ear, and as if on cue, I spread my legs. The soft material of the dress slid on my thighs, and I wondered…what would his hands feel like on my thighs?
Not bad. Not suffocating. It was exciting to imagine.
Quiet, slow, dark; whatever was happening was a secret, only between us. In the comfort of this secluded and hidden house, on a plush and warm bed,in his embrace. Raindrops lightly grazed the large window, protecting us from the violent world outside.
“Take your time,” he murmured. “Find where it feels good.”
Tiny beads of sweat collected on my forehead from the heat of his body and the illicit nature of our act. I ran my hand down my dress, between my legs, but right before I touched anything, I wanted something.
Something for myself.
I turned back to him and caught the lustful shine in his eyes. Without having to say a word, I knew he understood. He opened his mouth just as my fingers reached for his lips.
His tongue swirled around my fingers, so fucking soft, so damn slow and languid. His saliva dripped down to my knuckles, and that’s what I wanted.
What a good boy.
With this new treasure, I plunged my hand between my legs, my fingers swiping up my pussy, getting it all wet. My wet mixing withhiswet.
Just like I wanted. Just slowly.
Delicate.
"That’s it. Spread your legs just like that and tell me. Tell me if you like it."
"Y-yes,” I stuttered, trying to catch my breath. “I like it. Don't stop."
I closed my eyes, delving further into the sensation. My fingers slid inside, just at the entrance, but I imagined it washisfinger. His fingers were strong and tattooed, and his entire hand was huge. I wanted it—I wanted to know what it would feel like.
“You’re doing so good, Malyshka,” hepraisedme, and fuck, yes. Yes, I was doing a good job. "When you’re ready…ease one finger inside. You don’t have to rush. Feel every touch.”
I followed his instructions, slowly noticing how unfocused my mind became, but I could still feel the way his skin burned against me. I was attuned to his deep voice and every one of his words. Heat ignited low in my belly, the sensation relaxing, yet abandoned.
It…it had been a long time. Alongtime since I felt good.
"Now...pull out and touch…just that spot that makes you feel good. Do it just the way you like it. Just the way you want to be touched."
Fuck, Alex should have been one of those phone sex guys—he could make a girl come just with the sound of his voice.
Something hot and sparkly lit up inside my inner thighs.“That’s it.” His lips brushed my ear, and I flinched from how intimate that was. He noticed. Alex pulled back slightly, his voice gentle like always. “Talk to me, Malyshka. Are you still okay?”
“Yes, yes!” I blurted out, afraid to lose the feeling. “I-I’m fine, I…” I sighed, soothing myself. I was safe. He was safe.You have all the power. You decide what you want.“Give me your hand.”
Tenderly, Alex intertwined his fingers with mine and our left hands clasped together. His touch—I wanted it. With his hand in mine, I dropped my head on his shoulder and restarted the motion, bringing it all back. “Fuck,” I whispered, and he latched onto that.
"That feels good. Enjoy it...just the way you want it, the right pressure. Slip the finger inside yourself again and pull out...and play with your clit again."
Dark, illicit, forbidden. With him, it was all magnificent. I imagined his fingers, his lips, on me just like this.
It didn’t feel wrong anymore.
The intense warmth spread through me, into my chest, and infiltrated my mind, but it was Alex's patience and self-control that truly drove me to the edge.
