He touched her face, his fingertips dancing through her unfettered, unruly hair, brushing it back from her brow. His palm settled against her cheek and remained there, stirring a fluttering maelstrom of heat within her. She felt the pad of his thumb run lightly against her bottom lip; the gesture sent her heart racing with sudden, inexplicable excitement.

He had leaned toward her without her notice. She had been too fascinated by his touch. His breath brushed her mouth and then, unexpectedly, wondrously, his lips settled against hers.

She could not breathe. The kiss lingered, and when his lips parted slightly, the tip of his tongue prodding lightly against her, she whimpered, opening her mouth, letting him delve more deeply. He took her face between his hands and drew her closer, his kiss growing more fervent. His tongue tangled against hers, tasting her, and as she relaxed in full against him, submitting herself, he uttered a low, guttural sound of pleasure from somewhere deep in his throat.

She felt his hand slip from her cheek, trailing down the slope of her throat lingering there and applying pressure testing her control. His fingers caresses her breasts, outlined through the thin material. Her nipples hardened through the flimsy fabric, and he toyed with them harshly, rolling each in turn between his forefingers and thumb, sending electric thrills shivering down her spine. As he held them and watched her eyes glaze in pleasure

His hand moved with slow and deliberate purpose along her inner thigh, sliding up toward her hips. Her breath hiccuped with a frantic new thrill of anticipation, and when his fingertips brushed against the apex of her body, she gasped.

His hand began to move between her legs, delving gently between the soft folds of her flesh, exploring her. She tilted her head back pushing down into the movement, clutching at his shoulders as he began to stroke her, his fingers settling against some wondrous, sensitive place tucked deeply within her. His hand moved faster, and her pleasure increased; she parted her legs further, pleading, Please Sir.

She felt one of his fingers slide into her, even as his thumb maintained the strident rhythm he’d set. He moved simultaneously within her and without, and She couldn’t breathe for the exquisite pleasure. He moved faster yet, and deeper within, and when she moaned, he caught the sound against his tongue, kissing her again.

All at once, he drew away from her, leaving her shuddering with need against the covers of the bed. “Please...” She gasped, reaching up for him, touching his stomach. “Please do not stop,Sir.”

She felt his own need, his arousal straining against the confines of his trousers, pressing against her inner thigh, and she heard seams ripping loose as he wrenched open the front of his shirt. She heard the rustle of fabric as he stripped his trousers off and let them fall away from his hips, and she trembled in anticipation.

He lowered himself against her, and she touched his face, raising her head and shoulders to kiss him. She felt the warmth and weight of his body settling against hers, the taut muscles stacked in his abdomen pressing against the soft plain of her own belly, her breasts and nipples pressed beneath his chest.

He shifted his weight without releasing himself from her kiss; his hand fell against her hip and he pulled her toward him, lifting her leg slightly as his hips settled against hers. She moaned as he slid into her.

“Tell me to stop,you dirty little slut” he whispered cruelly .

She shook her head, clasping his face between his hands and pulling him down into a kiss. “Don’t stop, please never stop.” He smiled smugly.

As their kiss deepened, she relaxed beneath him. He lifted her thigh, giving him more access as he eased himself inside slowly, teasing his little slut.

She moaned again softly, moving in tandem to draw him into her depths. As she grew accustomed to his pace, he quickened against her, each thrust delving more deeply, more powerfully into her.

The pounding rhythm of his hips drew her to the same dizzying brink his fingertips had coaxed, and this time, as she clutched and scratched at his buttocks, he pushed her over its wondrous edge. She cried out, arching her back, tightening her thighs against him as her fingertips splayed against his flesh. She writhed beneath him in the shuddering, heaving throes of pleasure, and he stiffened against her in his own release, his voice escaping him in a breathless cry.

When it was over, he folded himself atop her and trembled, gasping for breath. He shifted his weight, rolling away. He settled himself against the bed and drew her against him in a gentle embrace, holding her spooned against him.

She lay motionless, enveloped by his warmth. She could feel the thrumming of his heart against her as it slowed from its near-frantic pace. His breath pressed against her shoulder, warm and comforting, and his fingers slid between hers.

I want to stay here, she thought. I want to be with you.