Tall, Dark and Handsome
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,740
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
It starts
“M..m..my what?” Dana stuttered.
“You don’t have to be shy,” Trent said. He pulled her in close again, “It could be anything. I know you’ve had to have given some thought to this before, no?” He began tracing his fingers along her curves. He wasn’t sure how long he would be able to stand waiting for a response because he could already feel himself getting hard with anticipation. He began to kiss her neck while his hands roamed up and down her sides and he pressed his growing erection into her stomach. His hands slowed as they came back up to her breasts and using his thumbs he starting rubbing just under them, slowly working up to her nipples which were undeniably aroused.
She couldn’t process what was happening, her mind racing around trying to decide to give in or to fight against the sensations that were overtaking her. She didn’t have long to make a choice because as her mind was spinning like a dervish, Trent picked her up off her feet and carried her to the bed. As he laid her down he situated himself on top of her with a leg in between hers, kissing and touching her in all the right places. He had his leg pressed up between hers as far as he could, putting pressure on her clitoris as the fabric rubbed against it. One hand was feverishly at work squeezing and teasing her breast as he placed the other beside her head for balance. He was still kissing her neck making her writhe with pleasure.
Her senses were going wild, and her mind had just about given up on fighting the sensations that had befriended her body. Then he paused…
“So what’s it going to be?” he asked, not even slightly out of breath.
A frustrated moan escaped her lips as he stopped his skillful, torturous play of her body. Momentarily unable to collect her thoughts she arched her back to try to find contact with him, an act of pure need and desire.
Trent smiled to see her reacting in such a way, but staved the attention she wanted. He waited for an answer, and gently placed a hand on her side almost touching her breast but not quite enough to relieve her of the sexual tension she had wound up.
The touch grounded her enough to let thoughts pass through her mind. Aching for more she decided to be honest and share her inner most fantasy with him, whatever it took for him to continue.
“Well?”
“My fantasy is my biggest fear in life as well… not having any control,” she revealed. “Now, please…” she trailed off with her words and took over with her hands. She reached up to his chest and felt his muscle through his shirt, rubbing him from his shoulders down until his belt stopped their progress.
Trent lowered himself back on top of her, smug that he could make her so desperate. He moved so that he was completely between her legs, and he took her wandering hands away from his body. In one hand he held her hands above her head as the other skillfully removed his belt. He then leaned down to kiss her full lips and distract her while he bound her hands with his belt. It wasn’t until after he stopped kissing her that she realized she was somewhat helpless, her hands were now solidly attached to the headboard.
Fear instinctively took over and Dana struggled against the bonds, but her panic turned into arousal as Trent continued to explore her....
“You don’t have to be shy,” Trent said. He pulled her in close again, “It could be anything. I know you’ve had to have given some thought to this before, no?” He began tracing his fingers along her curves. He wasn’t sure how long he would be able to stand waiting for a response because he could already feel himself getting hard with anticipation. He began to kiss her neck while his hands roamed up and down her sides and he pressed his growing erection into her stomach. His hands slowed as they came back up to her breasts and using his thumbs he starting rubbing just under them, slowly working up to her nipples which were undeniably aroused.
She couldn’t process what was happening, her mind racing around trying to decide to give in or to fight against the sensations that were overtaking her. She didn’t have long to make a choice because as her mind was spinning like a dervish, Trent picked her up off her feet and carried her to the bed. As he laid her down he situated himself on top of her with a leg in between hers, kissing and touching her in all the right places. He had his leg pressed up between hers as far as he could, putting pressure on her clitoris as the fabric rubbed against it. One hand was feverishly at work squeezing and teasing her breast as he placed the other beside her head for balance. He was still kissing her neck making her writhe with pleasure.
Her senses were going wild, and her mind had just about given up on fighting the sensations that had befriended her body. Then he paused…
“So what’s it going to be?” he asked, not even slightly out of breath.
A frustrated moan escaped her lips as he stopped his skillful, torturous play of her body. Momentarily unable to collect her thoughts she arched her back to try to find contact with him, an act of pure need and desire.
Trent smiled to see her reacting in such a way, but staved the attention she wanted. He waited for an answer, and gently placed a hand on her side almost touching her breast but not quite enough to relieve her of the sexual tension she had wound up.
The touch grounded her enough to let thoughts pass through her mind. Aching for more she decided to be honest and share her inner most fantasy with him, whatever it took for him to continue.
“Well?”
“My fantasy is my biggest fear in life as well… not having any control,” she revealed. “Now, please…” she trailed off with her words and took over with her hands. She reached up to his chest and felt his muscle through his shirt, rubbing him from his shoulders down until his belt stopped their progress.
Trent lowered himself back on top of her, smug that he could make her so desperate. He moved so that he was completely between her legs, and he took her wandering hands away from his body. In one hand he held her hands above her head as the other skillfully removed his belt. He then leaned down to kiss her full lips and distract her while he bound her hands with his belt. It wasn’t until after he stopped kissing her that she realized she was somewhat helpless, her hands were now solidly attached to the headboard.
Fear instinctively took over and Dana struggled against the bonds, but her panic turned into arousal as Trent continued to explore her....