“More, Josh… I want more.” I cry out, happy that we’re the only ones in here, and close my eyes, squeezing them shut.
He shocks me by stopping. It forces my eyes open and I wonder if I did or said something wrong.
He holds my gaze and catches my face with one hand, sliding his fingers down to my neck. The hold is almost threatening for the slight tension in his grip, but his eyes say something else. His eyes and the fact that his fingers are still deep in my pussy.
“Say my name again,” he commands. I realize then that’s the first time I’ve said his name. He’s called me by name many times, but I’ve only said his name just the one time.
“Josh,” I breathe and he smiles in that predatory manner that now has a feral vibe to it.
“I could get used to that Giselle. Tempting a man like me isn’t always a good thing. We find it hard to resist, so break me gently if you don’t like what you see, or feel.”
Like most things in this night, I think I might be right in thinking this guy can’t be broken.
He doesn’t need gentle; he has no use for it. That is just for my benefit.
“I like what I see, and what I feel,” I assure him. I can’t believe myself and I’m pretty sure my friends wouldn’t believe this was me either. Me with a stranger, a man I just met.
He pushes me back against the wall and starts sliding his fingers in and out of me again.
“Spread your legs wider for me, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart…
Something triggers inside me every time he’s said that. Something that makes me yield to his every command.
I spread my legs wide, and he starts pumping harder and faster, finger fucking me so hard I see stars.
A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest. “You like that a lot.” It’s a statement of fact.
I nod and he releases my neck so he can crouch down.
I swallow as he looks up at me and pulls his fingers out to lick off the glistening juice. I catch my breath, but the next second sees me losing it all over again as he nuzzles his face between my thighs, spreading them wider so he can have better access and oh God, as he presses his tongue into me I grab his shoulders again.
That’s it. I can’t take anymore. I thrash against him and groan. I’m at the peak now of pleasure and I can no longer control myself.
A sharp gasp falls from my lips as his clever tongue lashes over the swollen bud of my clit, making the sensation build that much more. It drives me wilder and I writhe against his face.
His tongue is as ruthless as his touch, raw and unforgiving. Yet, everything is aimed at giving me pleasure. I want it. I crave it.
One more circle of my pleading bud sends overlapping waves of fire over me and my head falls back. I cry out into the release that takes me.
He grabs my ass and holds me to his face so he can drink. The licking now becomes exactly that. drinking. He drinks and laps up everything until there’s nothing left.
The door opens and a couple walk in. They look at us like this and I don’t even think to cover myself or hide. I don’t want to do anything to ruin this, or break the feeling. So I stay there just the way I am, doing exactly what my body wants me to do.
I’m practically doubled over Josh with my breasts hanging out for all to see while he drinks my release from my pussy. I’m still moaning and groaning, no different to the people I’ve witnessed tonight who’ve become passion’s slaves.
The couple continue on through the next door and Josh and I are alone again.
He releases me and stands, but catches me when I stumble.
His hair is slightly ruffled from my fingers in it, but it just makes him look sexier.
“That was the taster… do you want more Giselle?”
Confident, sexy, and daring, has definitely been good to me tonight. I want all, everything.
I reach for the little pouch I have clipped to the side of my negligee and take out my silver coin. He takes it when I hand it to him, his smile firm and set. He knows he has me where he wants me. Exactly where he wants me.