The Prayer
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
6,072
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Come With Me
She felt him smile against her hair as he lowered her back down to her feet. And then he did speak, after a kiss that stole her breath, with an accent so thick she could barely understand him. “Come with me?” He led her back to the coat check and she retrieved her jacket. He slipped it back on her and she caught a whiff of herself as his fingers brushed her cheek. There was a humorous sparkle in his dark eyes as he took her hand and held the door open for her.
She arched an eyebrow at the sleek black limo in front of the club, something that wasn’t often seen in this district, and her other eyebrow joined its mate when her companion opened the backdoor and waved her in with a smile. His smile didn’t waver when she hesitated, instead he merely leaned forward and kissed her slowly and then stepped back to let her make up her own mind.
The limo had a leather interior that could seat at least ten people. The stranger knocked on the dark glass after closing the door behind them and she felt the car pull away from the curb. He lifted first one foot and then the other, and her boots fell to the floor. Her pants followed suit and those lovely calloused hands skimmed over her hips as she lay stretched out on one of the seats. He left her jacket on and her tank top, though he cupped her breasts and smiled as her nipples poked to attention through the fabric. Her eyes fell closed with a moan as he caught one nipple between his teeth and slid a hand back up between her legs.
His fingers teased at her entrance, she was still dripping wet from before and then he spread her thighs and dropped his face to her. Her hips arched and her hands locked in her own hair as she moaned. He lapped at her in long slow strokes, and the tip of his tongue danced over her clit with just enough pressure to make her shudder.
The first climax caught her by surprise and she cried out, her body jerked against his mouth and she felt his hands dig into her hips to hold her down against the seat. His tongue dove inside her and then withdrew to feather lightly over her clit, each stroke making her shake and moan. He released her, and slid one hand over her hip to the inside of her thigh. She felt him slid his fingers over her and he lightly pinched her clit so that she gasped before he wet a finger inside her and then thrust it smoothly into her ass just up to the first knuckle.
She moaned and her womb contracted again. She looked down at him and could see him though her vision was blurry, and it blurred further still as he pulled his finger out and thrust it in again. But not so much that she couldn’t see the pleased smile on his face and she wondered as the pleasure took her again just how he could know exactly how to touch her.
It also occurred to her, though vaguely through the mists of climax that surrounded her, that he had not yet let her touch him. And it was with this in mind that she reached for him. He straddled her, and pinned her wrists to the leather above her head. He grinned, just a flash and shook his head before he pressed his hips to hers and kissed her deeply. She moaned against his mouth, the feel of his hard length through the denim of his jeans was torture to her already sensitive clit and she bucked her hips against him as he ravaged her mouth, climaxing for the fifth time that night.
He whispered again against her ear, that language she could not understand and in fact could not even seem to place; but the tone was clear enough as he urged her higher and higher. Then she was bereft of his weight and he carefully tugged her boots back on, though her pants remained folded neatly on the opposite seat. The stranger belted her coat and winked as the door opened, one hand slid into her hair and loosened it the rest of the way so that it swung free of its clip. He held a hand out to her and helped her from the limo.
She stared for a moment in shock. They were in front of her house. Her tiny two bedroom cottage at the outskirts of the ‘Burbs when they started making living spaces with cookie cutters. Her sharply indrawn breath was cut off when he laid a hand on the back of her neck and smiled softly. She was caught in his dark gaze and nodded as he directed her gently up to her front door.
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She arched an eyebrow at the sleek black limo in front of the club, something that wasn’t often seen in this district, and her other eyebrow joined its mate when her companion opened the backdoor and waved her in with a smile. His smile didn’t waver when she hesitated, instead he merely leaned forward and kissed her slowly and then stepped back to let her make up her own mind.
The limo had a leather interior that could seat at least ten people. The stranger knocked on the dark glass after closing the door behind them and she felt the car pull away from the curb. He lifted first one foot and then the other, and her boots fell to the floor. Her pants followed suit and those lovely calloused hands skimmed over her hips as she lay stretched out on one of the seats. He left her jacket on and her tank top, though he cupped her breasts and smiled as her nipples poked to attention through the fabric. Her eyes fell closed with a moan as he caught one nipple between his teeth and slid a hand back up between her legs.
His fingers teased at her entrance, she was still dripping wet from before and then he spread her thighs and dropped his face to her. Her hips arched and her hands locked in her own hair as she moaned. He lapped at her in long slow strokes, and the tip of his tongue danced over her clit with just enough pressure to make her shudder.
The first climax caught her by surprise and she cried out, her body jerked against his mouth and she felt his hands dig into her hips to hold her down against the seat. His tongue dove inside her and then withdrew to feather lightly over her clit, each stroke making her shake and moan. He released her, and slid one hand over her hip to the inside of her thigh. She felt him slid his fingers over her and he lightly pinched her clit so that she gasped before he wet a finger inside her and then thrust it smoothly into her ass just up to the first knuckle.
She moaned and her womb contracted again. She looked down at him and could see him though her vision was blurry, and it blurred further still as he pulled his finger out and thrust it in again. But not so much that she couldn’t see the pleased smile on his face and she wondered as the pleasure took her again just how he could know exactly how to touch her.
It also occurred to her, though vaguely through the mists of climax that surrounded her, that he had not yet let her touch him. And it was with this in mind that she reached for him. He straddled her, and pinned her wrists to the leather above her head. He grinned, just a flash and shook his head before he pressed his hips to hers and kissed her deeply. She moaned against his mouth, the feel of his hard length through the denim of his jeans was torture to her already sensitive clit and she bucked her hips against him as he ravaged her mouth, climaxing for the fifth time that night.
He whispered again against her ear, that language she could not understand and in fact could not even seem to place; but the tone was clear enough as he urged her higher and higher. Then she was bereft of his weight and he carefully tugged her boots back on, though her pants remained folded neatly on the opposite seat. The stranger belted her coat and winked as the door opened, one hand slid into her hair and loosened it the rest of the way so that it swung free of its clip. He held a hand out to her and helped her from the limo.
She stared for a moment in shock. They were in front of her house. Her tiny two bedroom cottage at the outskirts of the ‘Burbs when they started making living spaces with cookie cutters. Her sharply indrawn breath was cut off when he laid a hand on the back of her neck and smiled softly. She was caught in his dark gaze and nodded as he directed her gently up to her front door.
©kbwagers2003