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Authors: D. T. Jones

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“I want you to tease me, my love,” he whispered in her ear. “Drive me crazy, Sandra; make me jealous.” Slowly, awkwardly she began to rub her hands across her breasts, her eyes closed as he had instructed. Her heart began to pound feeling his warm breath on her neck.

She felt slightly ashamed and very embarrassed, but she couldn’t stop, knowing he was watching her. The feeling was outrageous, her hands caressing her own body through the silky fabric, the material rubbing against her skin. Her head fell back against his shoulder, his breath a soft pant against her ear. She could feel his eyes burning into her as he watched through the mirror, spurring her onward. She felt the warmth of his hand on hers, edging her fingers toward her erect nipples.

“Pinch,” he demanded and she obeyed, gasping at the sensation. He moaned next to her ear, his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against him as she began pressing her bottom into him, pushing hard against his throbbing erection.

“More,” he demanded, edging her legs apart with his own; taking one of her hands and placing it against the soft material between her legs, the other behind her back to rub against the length of him. She moaned, feeling the heat radiate through his clothes; matched equally by her own through the thin camisole. Where he was hard and pulsating, she was wet and throbbing. He quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his hard penis out, wrapping her fingers around the shaft and helped her stroke it. Once he knew she was comfortable touching him, he reached around to the front of her and moved the delicate material of her panties aside. Taking her hand and placing it between the folds of skin, he pushed her finger against the small nub of flesh. She gasped loudly when she felt it.

“I want you to come,” he said urgently in her ear. “Use your fingers; put them inside your tight body and come for me.” She did as he instructed, moaning, thrusting her fingers in and out of her wet vagina, just as he had done the night before. He moaned, moving her hand off his erection and between her swollen labia, pressing her fingers against the sensitive spot that begged to be touched. He pushed one of his large fingers deep into her, playing alongside her slender finger.

“Play with your clitoris,” he whispered. “I want you to rub it hard, pinch it like you did your nipple. I want to watch you come.” She groaned as he took her fingers and pushed two of them inside her wet opening, following suit with two of his own. It was tight and there was a moment of strain with the width of both hands, but her body quickly adjusted and she began to enjoy it. He pushed her fingers forward against the front wall of her vagina, finding a small soft pad of flesh. The sensation was incredible and within a few moments her breath began to come as soft pants. She sensed him shift behind her, briefly registering the sound of a zipper and the sound of fabric falling to the floor.

Playing with her newly discovered clitoris aided in the experience and a few breathtaking moments later, she cried out, her body tensing, supported only by the strength of his arm around her waist. The need to continue was overwhelming, realizing he had removed his fingers, leaving only hers as the sole tormentor. The hard thrust of his penis pressed into her from behind, moving deeply into her tight body.

“Stay with me,” he urged her when she started to remove her fingers. His hand wrapped around her wrist, pushing her fingers back inside. It was crazy, a sensation she would never forget, her fingers massaging the length of his shaft as he moved in and out of her at a steady pace. She felt like she was falling, but his arms remained her support, her lifeline, as his legs pushed hers further apart.

“Open your eyes and watch,” he demanded in a deep, husky tone. “I want you to see this.” She did as ordered, gasping at the sight of him making love to her in the mirror. He moved easily in and out of her, her fingers still inside her vagina caressing both of them, her other hand playing with her clitoris, her delicate panties pushed aside. It was incredible, intoxicating and she found her need erupting again, calling out his name. Her fingers moved deep inside her own body, his hand wrapped around her wrist forcing her to move faster.

He continued to move steadily against her, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. Sweat beaded on her forehead as he grew harder, ramming into her savagely, one deep thrust after another until he exploded, his primal growl echoed through the small confines of the bathroom, joining her in the last few seconds of her orgasm.

Sandra moaned again, feeling his erection with her fingers, spasms raking the hard length of him. Instinctively, she leaned forward at the waist, her buttocks moving just enough that she felt her fingers go deeper inside her wet vagina. He clung to her as she continued to grind her bottom against him. The movement of her hips and the reposition of her pelvis made her come again and she heard herself scream her release, sweat dripping down her face and neck as she pushed against him harder. A few moments passed and she found herself literally falling to the floor, as he laid her gently to the cool tile, his body stretched out behind her.

They lay together on the floor, their lungs panting for air, his arms wrapped around her waist. That was one of the most intense things she had ever experienced, she thought around her raging pulse, she had no idea she could make herself do anything like that. She no longer felt shame or embarrassment as she lay against his strong chest. She liked to tease him; she liked his response to her playful behavior. She knew in her heart, it wouldn’t take much to convince her to do this again and she was more than eager now to continue with whatever special plans he had in mind for them that day.

“It’s my turn for the shower,” Creighton said as he leaned up on his elbow, looking down into her flushed face. Sandra smiled at him feeling the deep blush etching her cheeks. He stood up and reached for her hand, helping her to her feet, kissing her hand gently, sucking on the fingers that had just been inside her, making her blush deepen.

Sandra glanced down his body as he stepped to the shower and turned on the faucets. It was the first time she had seen him…any man for that matter…like this. It was very hard to imagine
that
had been inside her, even now as he hung slightly limp yet still solid; he looked far too large for her.

“Keep that up and you’ll be in trouble again,” he told her causing her to look up into his warm eyes. He smiled at her expression and pulled her toward the shower, taking the rag from the vanity and wetting it under the stream of water, squeezing it out before handing it back to her.

“Wash up while I’m in the shower, but don’t get undressed,” he winked at her. “I want to watch you take your clothes off.”

“Do I get to watch you?” she asked, surprised at her sudden audacity. He laughed, turning to face her full frontal, arms stretched out; he stepped backward into the shower. She giggled as the water washed over his head and shoulders. She shut the shower door and did as he instructed, using the washrag to clean herself up. She turned on the faucet and smiled as he cursed profanely with the burst of cold water, quickly washing her hands before readjusted her clothing.

Sandra stepped into the bedroom, leaving him to finish showering alone. She crawled into the middle of the bed sitting cross-legged on the clean sheets, waiting for her new lover. The shower shut off and her heart began to pound within her chest as she heard him move about the attached room. A moment later the door opened and he moved smoothly into the bedroom, smiling wickedly at the woman.

Creighton looked far more handsome than any man had the right to; all wet hair and muscles, tanned skin and sapphire eyes. He was still damp from his shower and fully naked as he approached her. It was obvious he was not ashamed of his body and somehow it made her feel less embarrassed over her own near nakedness. Creighton watched her as he walked to the stereo controls on the wall and pressed a button. Soft music filled the air with the sounds of a jazz guitar
solo and she slowly began to relax. The smile was still caressing his lips as he folded his arms across his chest, standing near the end of the bed, inspecting her sitting in the middle of the large bed.

“You look like the cherry on top that pastry you were eating,” he said with a deep chuckle. “You are so very innocent, but I can’t help wondering if you were even aware of what you were doing to me.” She blushed, lowering her eyes briefly.

“I’ve seen girls do similar things with food and it drove their boyfriends crazy,” she told him with a shy grin. “I hoped it would do the same to you.”

“Oh, that it did, my darling, but do you know what you were suggesting?” She shook her head. “Come here, sit on the end of the bed and I’ll show you what you were promising me.” She did as he said and crawled slowly toward the end of the mattress, straddling the corner. He groaned as he watched her, smiling eagerly when he lifted her chin so their eyes locked.

“Do you want to know more?” he asked in a husky tone and she nodded without hesitation. “Then wet your lips.” She frowned but did as ordered, slipping her tongue out to moisten her lips. She watched his eyes, her breath catching in her throat when he lifted his manhood to her mouth and began to rub the tip of it across her kiss-swollen mouth.

“Lick,” he commanded and she did, without a second thought, smiling when he moaned at the sensation. He began to harden before her eyes and she nearly giggled at the sight, amazed at what she was seeing.

“Pretend I’m your pastry,” he said softly. “Do to me what you did to the cream topping.” She felt like he was turning her into his puppet, but she obeyed willingly. Closing her eyes, she ran her tongue across the tip of him as she had the top of the sweet dessert. Gently he pressed the tip of his penis against her lips and into her mouth, moaning deeply. Sandra’s eyes opened and she looked up at him; remembering a time when Cathy told her about doing this after finding her first boyfriend. She couldn’t comprehend everything her sister said at the time, but it was becoming vividly clear now.

“Suck,” he ordered and she did just that. He was hard and soft all in the same instant and she found herself opening her mouth wider as he moved in and out at a slow pace, mimicking the same motion he had used inside her body. Each movement took him in deeper, caressing her tongue with his penis. She tipped her head back intending to look up at him, but found the full length of him slipping into her throat.

She was frightened at first, unable to breathe, but he withdrew and allowed her to catch her breath before moving slowing back in and down her throat a second time. He continued the slow in and out thrusting for several long moments and she could feel him harden with each stroke. Instinctively she wrapped her lips around her teeth and began to suck hard, her tongue licking and swirling around the length of him as he pulled out, relaxing her mouth and throat as he moved in. He groaned and gently splayed his hand on the back of her head, his fingers winding in her long hair. He moved her head against him gently, picking up the pace and closing his eyes to the sensations.

“I’m going to come,” he whispered hoarsely, stilling her head. “If you don’t like it, spit it out, but I want you to try it.” She looked into his eyes and watched as his need echoed in the deep blue depths. A moment later she heard him as well as felt him when his passion exploded, tasting the hot liquid as it filled her throat. She pulled away a moment later, unable to breathe, smiling at the expression of awe in his eyes. It really wasn’t as bad as Cathy had told her it would be, but she swallowed most of it without tasting it.

“You are amazing beyond words, my little virgin,” he said, lifting her by the shoulders and kissing her lips passionately.

“I don’t know much,” she said honestly a few moments later. “But I have a sister who talks a lot and I’ve always been a quick learner.”

“And I have plenty to teach you,” he whispered, turning he adjusted the volume higher on the stereo and looked back at her, offering her a wicked grin.

“Dance for me,” he whispered, holding her hands and walking back to the bed, sitting on the edge she had just vacated while she stood before him. His hands ran slowly up her outer hips, around to her bare bottom where he squeezed gently.

“Start slow, just move to the rhythm. Once you feel comfortable enough with what you’re doing, I want you to undress, like you did on deck, but much slower.”

“You like being teased?” she said with another blush.

“Very much; I love watching you move, like when you walked away from me on the beach? You deliberately wiggled your backside to me. You have no idea how desperately I wanted to hold it and bite it, each cheek in turn.”

“Do you still want to?” She couldn’t believe she had just asked him that.

“Yes I do, desperately, and I will, but right now I want you to dance for me.” She frowned when he released her, smiling at her as he leaned back on the bed, fully naked, waiting for her to entertain him.

With a deep breath and a rush of blood to her neck and face, Sandra took a step backward and began to move with the beat of the music, awkwardly at first and very slowly. As the tune played on, her courage began to build while she watched Creighton’s eyes roam across her body. She moved her hands up her sides and into her hair, lifting it off her shoulders. She was embarrassed; she had never had a desire to strip for a man before, but it quickly began to feel exciting, intriguing and wicked and she found herself slowly becoming aroused.

Sandra felt a spur of courage after watching him lick his lips, his erection growing with each sway of her slender hips. She slid her hands down her body to the outside of her legs and back up her inner thighs, across her torso to her shoulders, taking careful steps to avoid touching herself again. She continued to sway, relaxing into the movements, her hands caressing her arms, her legs, her stomach and her hips.

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