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Well, shewassupposed to be seducing him anyway.
Continuing to massage with her hands, she lowered her head and dropped her lips to his exposed skin. He was warm and soft, and her lips opened on their own to taste him. She dragged her tongue up to his ear, feeling him shiver underneath her palms.
“Is this a normal part of getting a massage?” His voice was tense, his hands white from gripping the back of the chair in front of him.
“No,” she admitted. He probably wanted her to say more, but she plucked at his earlobe with her lips instead and sucked it into her mouth.
He stood up and turned around so fast, she barely had time to register what was happening when he grabbed the back of her head and dropped his mouth on hers. His tongue invaded her mouth strong and demanding. He circled her mouth in a sweeping motion that was too rough to be comfortable but left her shaking with need from its intensity.
His other arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her body flat against his, pushing the hard length of his erection against her abdomen.
She pulled on his neck and jumped up to wrap her legs around his waist. She tried to kiss him back, but he wouldn’t release control. No matter what she tried, caressing his tongue, circling his mouth, or sucking on his lip, he stopped her by keeping his lips firm and his tongue constantly moving.
But no matter how bad of a kisser he was turning out to be, she found herself turned on by his decisiveness.
Frustrated, she finally gave up, broke the kiss, and returned her lips to his neck where she could do whatever she pleased. She drew circles with her tongue on the sensitive spot under his ear.
His hand moved to her ass and squeezed as he pressed himself harder against her, rubbing himself between her legs. Desire built at her core with every stroke, until she was moaning and moving her hips to the rhythm he’d set.
“I need you,” Altair whispered in her ear.
His voice was strained. She stopped licking his neck long enough to look at his face. He stared back at her, half aroused and half panicked, like he didn’t know what to do. She had to remind herself that he’d never been with a woman before. Despite his desire to control the situation, he probably didn’t know what to do.
“Bedroom,” she said. She didn’t need to tell him twice, in four long strides he took them through the bedroom door.
“Sit,” she instructed when he just stood there still looking at her questioningly.
He sat down so fast she bounced ungracefully on his lap and would have fallen off if she hadn’t been holding on to his neck.
She went up on her knees, still straddling him. She grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it up over her head. She wore nothing underneath but her underwear.
Altair looked back at her, the panic fading from his eyes to be replaced with intense desire as he looked down her body.
She took her opportunity. She caressed her hands down his side and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up like she had with her dress, making sure to loop her thumbs onto the necklace and pulling it up with the shirt. She didn’t look as she threw the shirt and necklace to the floor, though she took a mental note of where she’d sent them and heard the sound of the key hitting the ground.
Not wanting to give him time to think she dragged her hands down his now naked arms, enjoying the feel of muscles under her palms. It gave her a thrill to know he was physically stronger than her, yet completely under her control. She caressed down to his hands, grabbed them, and brought them up to cup her breasts.
Altair’s eyes widened ever so slightly. Her chest was where he’d been looking anyway. She had to admit as she looked down that the sight of his strong hands on her breasts was unbelievably sexy.
He massaged them, and bounced them, following no pattern just exploring what she’d offered.
She scooted herself closer to him until she could rub herself against his very hard arousal. Wetness pooled between her legs as he tugged on her nipples, sending her into a frenzy.
They were wearing too many clothes.
She slid to the side to lay down on the bed, removing her underwear as she went. Altair followed, taking the opportunity to bring his mouth to her breasts as he lay on top of her.
He traced circles around her nipple with his tongue and she moaned. She needed more, she grabbed one of his hands and pushed on it, trying to bring it down her body. But he was unmovable. He ignored her pleas for more and continued to torture her breasts. It was all too much for her, she needed release.
She slid her own hand between their bodies and found her swollen clitoris. She yelled out in pleasure. As Altair sucked on her nipple, she rubbed herself, coming close to the edge. So close.
Altair brought his hand on top of hers.
“Yes,” she moaned, craving his large fingers inside her.
But he grabbed her wrist instead and lifted her hand up to pin it down on the bed.
“No.” She was so close. “Let go, I need more.” She thrashed her hips up, needing just a little more.
