Weak to pleasure (2)

Her legs were parted, and he found his place in between, pushing his hips against her and pressing his erection on her core.

«Not so fast,» he hushed, his breath slightly, just slightly faster.

«No? The night is short,» she replied, her eyes challenging him again.

How could she resist the urge to surrender to him completely, to give up every bit of her freedom and let him... anything. How could she look back with those amber eyes and challenge him to do worse?

Could she even imagine all the things he might have wanted to do? Wasn't she the least worried for herself?

«Be a good girl, and you won't need to worry about how long or short the night is.»

Goosebumps covered the back of her neck and her arms, and he blew over her red shoulder before continuing. He could still feel her taste on his tongue... What had gotten into him, to bite her like that first thing?

«Do what you're told, and you won't regret it.»

His eyes explored her body while he slipped down on the mattress until he could see her better. She was simply beautiful, her legs long and her breasts of the right size for his hand. Her waist was tiny, and her hips round. Her butt - he had checked it when she had marched into his flat, at the door - was of the perfect shape for his taste.

And her eyes... How could such a firing colour allow for such an innocent gaze? She was a living contradiction, and every her motion made him want to have her, to take everything she could give and make her his woman forever.

He had found a treasure in that dim part of the city. Oh, no: it was the other way around. She had found him, in the rain, following the sound of the violin. Who in the world would even pay attention to the melody as much as to trespass into the condo's garden?

«I've never felt like this,» he whispered. Never before had he liked a woman more than she liked him.

Who was that girl who came out of nowhere? He didn't even know her name but just that fake one he didn't want to use. Oh, but he wouldn't leave it at that. He would have found her real name, one way or another.

Had he to overturn the whole world, he would have found her and made her his forever. He didn't even pay attention to hide his intentions from his expression, for Julie didn't have enough brain to discover his dark thoughts. She was panting, her face red and her eyes indecisive - shifting from one part of his body to another, running to his eyes or lips.

She would swallow when staring at something she particularly liked, and her back would be crossed by thrills when she imagined something that wasn't happening but could if she found the courage to ask.

She was ready to move on to the next step, but he had no hurry to end that magical moment. He wanted to look at her forever, to taste her skin and caress her hair.

His fingertip trailed on her calf and knee, moving upwards with his mood. He grinned when she seemed to catch up, realising he wouldn't aimlessly tease anymore. His hand finally gripped her underwear, and he pulled it lower by a few centimetres before tearing it apart.

Julie sucked in some air, surprised by his gesture, her eyes wide open. She stared at him, in between surprise and excitement. She wasn't worried about his sudden and rough manners.

What remained of her panties flew away on the floor, and he could devote all his attention to the last bit of her he had uncovered. Suddenly, she felt shy. Naked like that, in front of a person she knew nothing about, she felt weak and in danger.

She wanted to hide, to lock her legs together and slow down a little - just to get used to the experience. However, he didn't let her.

He grabbed her knees and kept them apart, sinking his head in between her thighs and teasing her with his tongue. He caressed her inner thigh, blowing on her skin and making her shiver.

Her soft moans guided him closer to her core, to her clit. The tip of his tongue touched her pleasure bud, carefully at first. Then, he licked around it before tapping again. Her love juices glistered at the light in the room, and he dared insert his finger inside. She was tight and wet, perfectly slippery but still too nervous. It was too soon to rush, but he also was getting impatient.

He moved his finger in and out, curling it to touch sweet spots that made her arch her back and curl her toes. His lips sucked on her clit, and his breath hit her when she expected it the least. He increased the pace of his hand's movements, and she felt the world disappearing while her lower parts melted. She clenched the sheets and let out a long yet discreet moan.

Her eyes rolled back, and her lips split to let her pant, her muscles stiffened for a moment before releasing all the tension with the first wave of pleasure. The burning lips disappeared from her core and leaned on her stomach, moving up indescribably slow. She couldn't open her eyes for a long while, so when she did, he was already kissing her neck. His eyes smirked at her when she turned to him, and his body was pressed to hers.

«I told you not to worry,» he said.

She didn't talk back. She had no energy to.

Also, she had the feeling that saving her breath was better, for the moment. They hadn't done anything yet, and she was already exhausted and pleased. If the appetiser was so ecstatic, she couldn't wait to witness the main course.

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