Page 13 of Desperate Lies
I resist, letting her continue to kiss my hand until I can’t bear it anymore. I want those lips on mine. We kiss again, softer this time.
It’s wrong to kiss her like this. It paves the way for intimacy, and if she doesn’t want it, then I’m toeing a dangerous line. Can sex be anonymous and still sensual? Intimate? Gentle? I expected something more brutal, given we’ve all but agreed to walk away after this, never knowing one another’s names.
I slide my hand under her dress again—all the way this time—and she gasps into my mouth as my finger trails through the short curls between her legs, skims her lips and finds her sex.Wet. Not that I’m surprised. My dick is hard as fuck already; has been for a while.
I edge a finger around her entrance, and she mewls against my lips, hands tightening around my neck.
“More, please,” she begs.
I slide a finger into her warmth, and she’s so slick, so tight, that an involuntary groan escapes me. Her back arches, and she presses against my hand, grinding her clit on the heel. Her hips rock, and I add a second finger, allowing her to rub herself on me.
A shudder works its way through her body, her breathing growing faster. She can’t be close already, can she? But as I thrust against her G-spot, her movements become feverish.
Her head tips back, eyes closed behind her mask, her perfect mouth spilling noises that feel as good as a tight fist running up and down my shaft.
“Oh, oh… you… you…”
I grunt a laugh as I work her harder and faster. “You want my name?”
“No… no…” she mutters, and in return, I thrust my fingers deeper. She falls apart, a shrill noise falling from her lips as her body tenses.
“Oh, god,” she calls out, her voice trembling with ecstasy.
“God,” I repeat as I continue to stroke her clit, which elicits twitches and jerks from her body that thrill me. “Not the name I’d have chosen, but I’ll take it.”
Her eyes flutter open, seemingly for the sole purpose of allowing her to perform a lethargic eye roll in my direction. I resist the urge to kiss her again as her body softens in my arms. Our reflection in the mirrors, her rendered helpless by her post-orgasmic bliss, me holding her up, is an erotic tableau I didn’t know I needed.
Her breath comes in gasps. “I knew you’d be good.”
“Ninety seconds good?”
A soft laugh leaves her lips. “Yes.”
Something like pride swells in my chest, but I haven't given her nearly enough to justify it. I slide my fingers out of her, marvelling at how they glisten with her juices. She watches, transfixed, as I lick them clean, moaning at her sweetness. Her eyes widen and her lips part on a soft breath that makes me weak.
“Fuck, you taste good. Turn around. Arms on the bed. Bend over. I want to taste you from the source.”
She obeys, and I push up her dress, exposing her to me completely, pink pussy slick with her cum.So fucking beautiful. I get to my knees, a hand on each toned thigh, spreading her wider before I fix my mouth between her legs, my senses overloading. Her warm, soft flesh beneath my fingers, her wet cunt in my mouth, the musky scent of her, my nose grazing her ass.
I thrust my tongue inside, savouring the taste. Fuck, it’s been too long. Maybe I do need a membership to this club.
Maybe I need a membership to this woman.
I feast on her, ravaging her with my mouth, teasing her clit, sucking and flicking until her legs shake and her arms collapse. “Oh, God… fuck, fuck, just like that… there, right there…” She moans into the sheets, and her words turn to incoherent garbles as her knees buckle and her second orgasm takes her under.
She flops on the bed, her ass still fully exposed. “Give me a second,” she pants. “You’ve finished me.”
I climb onto the bed and haul her up next to me. She lies, limp and wasted, unmoving except for the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She turns her head to me, one side pressed into the creased sheets, her pale hair a stark contrast to the dark silk.
“I wanted you to take me from behind immediately,” she says, still breathless. “I wanted you to fuck me into oblivion. I wanted it tohurt.”
I prop myself up on my elbows. “Are you disappointed?”
She sighs, not with exasperation, but with what sounds like bliss. “No. Not at all.”
“Good. Will you take off the mask now?” I reach out, but she slaps me away with a lazy hand.
“No.”
