A return visit - part 04, a short story by angie65. Date added: 2012-03-20. Times viewed: 4938.
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- Intro: Fighting the urge...
A return visit – part 04
(Fighting the urge...)
She stepped away from him... far enough so that he could unlock the door... but not so far that they weren’t still brushing up against each other.
The room was basic, but clean enough, and after examining the room quickly – she fixed her attention on him.
“Take off your clothes,” she ordered firmly.
“Pardon?” he was a little taken aback by the way she seemed to be acting; now that they had some privacy.
She had told him not to be gentle with her – but did that mean that she wanted him to hurt her? He flushed uncomfortably – he’d never hurt a woman in his life – and he wasn’t sure that he could change that character – not even for her... especially not to her.
She smiled and this time he could see the amusement in her pansy blue eyes.
“You are a fine specimen of a man... you have no need to be embarrassed or ashamed – and I’d like to see you... in all your glory.”
Specimen? Embarrassed, look at him?
“Next you’ll be wanting to check my teeth,” he muttered sourly as he began to unbutton his chequered shirt.
“It’s not your teeth that I’m interested in!”
He heard the laughter in her voice and it shuddered right through him.
He had thought once before that that voice of hers could be used as a weapon... and as if she knew the effect she had with it – she had very rarely spoken... but when she had...!
His shirt fell to the ground, and he reached for the zipper on his trousers.
“No wait!” he froze instantly.
“Stand up straight... let me see those muscles... let me touch...”
His shoulders went back immediately and he sucked in a breath as she came up to him and slowly ran a long tapered finger nail, from his shoulder all the way down his arm – to his wrist.
She followed the curve of his muscles, digging in her nail – just a little, and he watched in fascination as the mark in his flesh ran down after her, only to fade away at the last moment.
She moved her hand back up and repeated the action, this time running down his chest, down between his flat nipples, down his abdomen, and down again to his flat hard stomach; and again his breath caught in his lungs, and as they refused to release it; until she was finished.
“So hard... so strong...” she murmured approvingly, and he felt such a rush of pride that he grinned in relief, and the air rushed out of him again.
“Okay... you can finish undressing now.”
He flicked open the button on his jeans, and pulled them down quickly – taking his boxer shorts with them.
He paused only long enough to kick off his trainers, almost glad that he’s not bothered to wear socks, since it made one less item of clothing to have to mess around with.
He stood before her – as naked as the day that he was born, proud and hard for her.
She had stepped back so that she could study him from head to toe.
Now she smiled appreciatively and came closer.
“I knew that you were fit and strong – it’s what I remembered most about you...” she frowned slightly. “But I think that you have lost weight... you seem... lesser somehow?”
He flushed in humiliation, but met her eyes squarely. “I’ve been pining for you,” he told her simply... honestly.
She stroked down his jaw line sympathetically and then reached up to kiss him lingeringly on the lips, and he had to fight the urge to wrap his arms around her and pull her closer still.
When she was finished – she stepped back approvingly.
“Good you’re learning... sometimes delaying, can have its own rewards.”
Again her approval brought such a rush of happiness that it almost overwhelmed him.
She didn’t give him time to analyse this feeling though; as she suddenly reached out and wrapped her fingers around his hard dick.
It took him so much by surprise that he wilted a little in her hand.
“Not quite hard enough for me yet...” she murmured softly.
She fixed her eyes on his as he would have spoke.
“Put your hands behind your back, you are not to touch me until I say that you can.”
He never thought to argue... again her voice when she instructed or ordered him... almost compelled him to obey.
He gripped one wrist with the other hand behind his back and waited.
“Now then... I’m going to make you good and hard... and going to excite you, until you are mad with desire for me... but you can’t cum, until I say that you can...”
He nodded mutely and she smiled with satisfaction.
“Good... now let’s just take a closer look...”
She dropped to her knees in front of him, and he whimpered hoarsely as she stroked his dick, and caressed his balls...
He gasped as he felt her wet tongue slide down the length of him.
But when she put him in her mouth...
His eyes closed in pure anguish as she suckled and slide along his dick.
He was hard as he could be...
He was mad with desire for her...
And as she continued to bob back and forth... he swelled fit to burst... and she just kept on going.
How was he going to resist... he so badly wanted to cum, but she would not stop...
He so badly wanted to cum...!
**Well now that we’re inside the room... would you like to read more? Please send feedback... and thanks for reading me!”
I’ve now published both Being Watched and Erotic Encounters in their entirety on Amazon Kindle – Author name Abigail White
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