Clandestine Steele - Part III

His turn?  He liked the sound of that.  He watched her as she pulled his pants completely down and stood up only to remove his silk boxer shorts.  He stepped out of both and stood before her completely nude and eyed her for a reaction. 

    She surveyed his body with intense scrutiny.  He was magnificent.  Right now, he belonged only to her.  She ran her hand over his firm chest and down his flat stomach.  His only reaction was in take a slow, deliberate intake of breath as he looked into her eyes.  She thought to herself that she could never tire of his looking at her, this man possessed the type of eyes a woman could drown in if she wasn't careful.  She felt far from careful.

    She moved her hands lower still, kneading his hips, until finally, reaching what she desired most. The evidence of his reaction to her displayed in all its aroused glory.   She encircled him with her hands as she began messaging him, slowly at first then with more pressure. 

    He began running his hands up and down her body in a non-verbal gesture of his approval at her ministrations. 

    She could hear his breathing quicken and he could feel the increasing pressure his hands were putting into their motions.   She went on the tips of her toes so that she could reach his sensuous mouth and claim it for a kiss. 

    He was happy to oblige her.  He ground his mouth against hers as she quickened the pace she'd set herself. 

    She loved stroking him with her hands but she wasn't hardly going to stop there.  She returned to kneeling in front of him. 

    He looked down at her with interest as she looked up at his face.  She wanted desperately to hold his gaze as she did the next thing in her bag of erotic tricks.  She opened her mouth and engulfed him. 

    He never lost eye contact with her, but she noticed that in that first moment she'd taken him in her mouth, his jaws had clenched tightly.  She loved it.  She went about her task with enthusiasm as she began moving up and down his length.  He was large, the largest she'd ever taken into her mouth.  Not that the list of pleasurees was long.  There had only been two others, but she dismissed them from her thoughts just as quickly as she'd remembered them.  The didn't come close to giving or receiving pleasure like this man did.  He was passionate, creative and aroused her in ways she'd only fantasized about.  What she found the most intriguing about him was that he did it without much effort or thought.  It was completely natural to him to please and be pleased.  She was drawn to this strength in him as much as a mouth was drawn to a flame.  She also felt she was being engulfed in his heat but it was without dangerous repercussions, or was it?

    She decided she'd done enough analysis about him, she didn't want to think, she wanted to feel.  She concentrated her efforts on pleasuring him as he'd done for her.   She licked her tongue around his tip and then up and down again.  She repeated this while she used her hand to increase his pleasure.  He had wound his hand in her hair and was softly guiding her movements.  She smiled against his flesh as she realized that he was enjoying her foreplay immensely.  She heard a moan escape his lips and felt his other hand run through her hair. 

    "Heaven, sheer heaven." was the only words he uttered as she began moving faster and faster.  She felt his body begin to tighten against her and she knew that he was close to his release.  She made herself relax her throat as she lowered her mouth down his complete length, taking all of him into her mouth at once. 

    He thought he'd go mad with the feeling she was giving him.  He steadied himself as best he could as he felt himself begin to get close to coming.  His mind was a blank.  He couldn't think of one coherent thought, except that she was going to drive him insane with her torture.  He tightened his grip on her hair, but was careful not to cause her pain. 

    She felt his muscle's clenching and quickened her pace.  She was rewarded by him moaning louder and louder now as he neared his release.  Just then she felt him stiffen, he grabbed her head and pulled her away from him.  She looked up questioningly at him.  She knew he was about to find his release, but wondered why he'd stopped her from finishing. 

    He looked down at her with a question in his eyes.  He felt he had to ask her before it was too late.   "Are you sure?  If you'd rather not..." he'd finished with uncertainty. 

    She smiled up at him, that he'd consider her preference, before his own pleasure, made her feel warm all over.  She answered him by lowering her mouth against him again and continuing her ministrations.  Closing his eyes, he stroked her hair in a gesture of thanks.

    A few minutes later, he couldn't hold off anymore.  She felt him stiffen again and this time he didn't stop her. 

    He grunted low in his throat as his jaw clenched and his eyes slammed shut.  He was gripped by pleasure more intense than he'd expected.  Even with his eyes shut, he could see white lights before his eyes then he grabbed her head to him and exploded into her mouth. 

    She was prepared for him, swallowing as she slowed her pace.  She'd never enjoyed the taste that much, but with him, she'd barely noticed anything but the headiness she felt at being the cause of his powerful orgasm. 

    He released his hands from her hair and helped her to her feet. 

    She didn't know what to say.

    He didn't give her the time to think about it as he picked her up, and carried her to the bed.  He eased her down and lowered himself to the bed as well, careful not to put all his weight on her.  He looked at her and smiled.  "You are incredible.  I feel like I've run a race." 

    She looked up at him with a wicked grin.  "I guess you'd like to rest a bit now?" 

    The smile left his face and was replaced with a look that told her exactly what he wanted to do next.  "On the contrary, I'm not down for the count yet, my dear," he kissed her then as he lowered his mouth to her breast.  

    She closed her eyes and arch her back to give him better access. 

    He divided his time between both her breasts, not giving one more attention than the other.  As she began to moan and undulate against the bed, he lowered his right hand and began rubbing his fingers over her sex. 

    She moved her hand down and covered his hand with her own.  She loved the things he was doing to her and told him as much. 

    "I find that my utmost priority right now, is giving you pleasure and before we're through, I intend to give you much more." 

    She smiled in reaction to his words, his lips, his tongue and above all, his fingers.   She knew she was drenching his fingers but she wasn't embarrassed, she was astonished.  Never before had she been THIS excited but a man.  Sure she'd enjoyed some wonderful lovemaking before but it all paled in comparison to what she was experiencing now.   She tightened her hand around his and he picked up the pace. 

    He sucked harder on her breasts and was rewarded by her loud moans.  He knew she was going to come again and real soon.  He kept up his sweet torture to her senses as he searched out other erogenous zones on her glorious body.  He found she was especially sensitive at the hollow in her neck and when he whispered in her ear.   He ran his tongue against her neck and felt her shiver. 

    She moaned and began moving her hips in circles. 

    He moved higher and whispered in her ear in a soft, warm voice, "Just wait sweetheart, it gets better." 

    How?!  Her dulled brain screamed.  How could it possibly get any better, or feel any better than this?   She felt herself tightening around his fingers and knew she was about to find her release.   Unconsciously her body began moving faster against him and she felt her back leaving the bed.  She was moaning loudly now and her head was moving unchecked from side to side.

    "I love the way your body responds to me, sweetheart.  You are so hot with need right now that you're about to combust," he whispered in her ear. 

    She was beyond a verbal response because her brain had shut down and refused to cooperate.   She answered him with a moan as her body shook with the need to find release.  

    He smiled down at her as he eased his fingers out of her warm, moist, throbbing body.  Her eyes opened widely at his departure. 

    She looked confused as she tried to fathom why he'd stopped.  "Please, don't tease me, I'm so close, I could die," she moaned. 

    He smiled down at her and kissed her passionately.   He whispered into her ear, "I'd never tease you sweetheart, at least not when you are so close to coming."  He eased up to look at her face and then he leaned over and eased himself slowly into her moist inner core. 

    She screamed and grabbed his shoulder's with her hands. 

    He looked down at her and smiled in satisfaction.   "Now that was exactly the response I was looking for."

To be continued...

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