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  “This time I want to see your face when you come,” his voice is husky, low and breathless. It’s all I can do to listen; I’m so intoxicated by him. I just want to devour the moment and dive on him, reckless like a wild animal. I’m in an internal hormonal uproar, somewhere lurking in the depths of my consciousness is my need for some control for my own preservation, though I’m so close to forgetting such is my lust for him. My forbidden fruit.

  His hands roam my body, triggering pleasure spikes to ripple across my bare skin while his full lips move over mine passionately. It makes heat pool between my legs. I slide my hands over his muscled shoulders through into his hair, griping as I kiss him feverishly as I continue the rhythmic assault of my hips against his rock-hard cock, hoping it drives him to the edge and I can have him inside me sooner. He breaks away from my lips for the briefest second and whispers, “Slow down sexy, we can take our time.”

  A suggestion I am intent to ignore. Instead, I commence kissing him along his jawline, his stubble bristling against my plump lips as I claim the sensitive area. I drop my hands down to his pecks and give his nipples a sharp squeeze, it’s only fair I figure. Then it occurs to me that I should take charge now, since I’m on his lap and in the prime position.

  I progressively work my mouth back to his, briefly consuming him before pulling back to lock eyes with him. Licking my lips, I smile deviously and state, “You’re very yummy.” Before claiming his mouth again, this time not waiting for his tongue; I instead bite his bottom lip which stirs a deep chesty growl from him in response. My hands finally reaching their destination, I grip his erection and slowly stroke along the length of him.

  “That’s it! Give me your hands,” he says reaching his long fingers around my wrists bringing them away from him.

  “Why? What did I do?” I ask in a whisper through my lashes, seemingly innocent.

  “You are going too fast. I need you to slow down,” his breathing heavy as he says it, while extending his hand out to the table where he brings back a piece of long pink double-sided Velcro that has a metal D shaped loop on the side.

  “What’s that for?” I enquire as he starts wrapping it around my wrists securing them together.

  “Heyyy, no fair!” I protest and drop out my bottom lip to show I’m sulking about the decision to bind my wrists, although if he thinks it will stop my hands wandering, he’s so wrong!

  “You are going to put them around my neck. No touching! Or I will bind them behind your back next,” he cautions.

  “Are you kidding me? Do you know how mean this is?” I whine at him, as I know he understands, we have both waited so long for actual physical touch, now I’m being denied, again! He runs his hands over my arms guiding them up over his neck before raking them down over my shoulders and back down along my back, sending shivers through my insides. He releases a lengthy and deliberate breath.

  “I know, I’m sorry, but the way you’re touching me, I’m gonna end up picking you up and pounding you hard.”

  “I’ve got no complaints with that,” I respond with the most expressionless, serious face I can conjure. I’m dead serious, some good old fuck-me-frantic, I’m definitely down with that! He continues smoothing his hands over my back, from the tops of my shoulders all the way down my spine to my buttocks, and I am two seconds away from fidgeting out of desperation for us to resume or begging, or both!

  “God, you drive me crazy! We can do that later, but right now, I want to see you fall apart right here, on my lap. I want to see every little expression, hear every little noise you make, I want to take it slow and savour it... You are truly impatient,” he concludes after a spell.

  “Well, can you blame me!?” Just Fuck me already!

  “You are divine. Every part of you is kissable,” he learns in and starts kissing the nape of my neck. Oh, thank GOD! Yes, I’m impatient, it’s true. Maybe I would be less so if this wasn’t the second time, I got to touch him and boy do I want to touch him, way more than I’ll let him know. Dirty little Secrets.

  In between caresses he says, “You’re ready to go, aren’t you, Sexy?” I’m gonna goddamn combust is what’s going on here!

  “Ugh, like five minutes ago!” I state sounding beyond exasperated.

  “You want me to touch your Kitty?” Kitty is what I have named her. I can’t believe I told him that! He slides his hands from my butt and rounds my hips bringing his thumbs in together where he glides them down along my moist folds. Jackpot!

  “Yes please.” I reply late, letting my head lull to the side as I close my eyes. He places a thumb either side of my clit, almost pinching it from either side and makes small circular movements in unison around it and I can feel myself throb against him as he circles firmly. I groan. I open my eyes and true to his word he is watching me with a hungry intensity. I suddenly feel self-conscious. Reading me, he leans in and his reddened, full lips take mine, tenderly, while his thumbs are bringing me home so fast, I pull back from him and pant out a soft moan. I close my eyes, so I can’t see him observe my every move. Again, he resumes kissing me, but along my delicate neck and I nuzzle my face against his temple and am aware that I am making quiet, panting, breathy sounds as the tension builds in between my thighs, god please don’t stop. I drop my head forward and my hair drops around both our faces.

  “Aaah.” And there it is, my first easily audible groan I could no longer suppress. Derek nudges my face up with his finding my lips and the mix of his thumbs and lips is making things swirl inside me and I know I’m getting very close to orgasm. He kisses me deeper and his tongue caresses mine, but I can’t concentrate on the kiss as the tension builds and my insides quiver. Eyes still shut, breathing heavy, I think one of us says something, but at that moment I am lost to the static inside myself as energy spikes and my orgasm detonates sending ripples of ecstasy shooting out toward every part of my body, right down to my toes even, it feels like it rolls on forever. I am lost to it. When I eventually come down from my high, I flop forward onto Derek’s shoulder where I pant breathlessly. My mouth is dry, and I’m so done, like washing that has had every drop of water wrung out.

  Derek has stopped moving and I am now aware that his hands are gently gilding along the feverish skin on my back.

  “Are you back with me yet, Baby Cakes?” his words drift into my consciousness more than my ears.

  “Yeah...” Is all I can manage.

  “That was incredible, you are incredible,” he says as he wraps his arms around my back and squeezes. I am floating back down to the earthly realm. Slowly. I don’t want to sit up as he has just seen me undone. My self-consciousness has stepped back in and I feel like avoiding eye contact.

  “Look at me, Trinity.”

  “I don’t want to…” I say all bashful now. He chuckles softly.

  “Don’t be shy, Sexy, we aren’t finished yet,” I swear I hear him smile as he kisses my head as releases his arms. He grabs my shoulders and pulls me up and looks briefly and plants a long, slow, tender kiss against my lips. He runs his hands along my arms and lifts them from around his neck, pulling away from me and starts to unravel the Velcro. He kisses each wrist and then drops the cuff on the floor. Ha! Freedom!

  “Grab the condom behind me,” he instructs, and I reach behind him and grab the condom from the table. I tear it open without waiting to be told and drop the foil pack. I slide back down his thighs a bit giving me better access to his erection. I pinch the tip of the condom and bring it onto the tip of his cock, rolling it down around him firmly, right down to the base of him. He groans and thrusts his hips slightly up. Finally, I get to touch him, and I get to watch him orgasm. God, I hope he lets me take charge here, I want him to lose all control. I need him to for my ego. And to my surprise he seems to let me. Fist pump! I stroke along the condom twice more than I lean into kiss him and stop about a centimetre from his waiting lips. He goes to kiss me and I back away, slightly grabbing his erection and stroking his length again, to which he breathes out loud and clo
ses his eyes, when he opens them, he is looking at me gripping him. I lean in slowly and seductively kiss around his mouth lightly, and he tilts towards me to kiss me, but I avoid direct contact only toying with him.

  He can give me control, and oh yes, I’m taking full advantage! I want to have him frustrated and going as insane as he made me feel, it’s only fair! I continue teasing his mouth with mine, never letting him land a kiss and rubbing my hands down him with a firm grip every ten seconds or so, slow torture. He is looking at me, his dark, brown eyes, he is so delicious, I could put him on a cracker and eat him up I often say in texts, but I’m enjoying this. I kiss below his bottom lip and this time he doesn’t try to make contact with my lips, so I take his bottom lip in my teeth and gently tug. He groans, finally some noise from him! I reward him by drawing him into a hot and heavy kiss. I release his dick and bring my hands up his torso over his chest and to his face. He is gripping my mid back right along where my hair hangs. I invade his mouth with mine and he groans again. I slide in closer and lift myself over him so that the tip of his erection is hovering at my entrance; I let only the head of his cock inside of me. I rock my hips back and forth slowly, maintaining contact but never lowering myself over him. Anticipation. He grips my hips in an effort to lower me down, but I hold fast. I stop kissing him and resume teasing around his mouth, kissing the corners of his mouth and his jaw line, coming ever so close but not quite there. Teasing. I let the head of his cock out just enough to let it slide up along my Kitty. I know he wants more, but I don’t want him to feel all of me just yet. This is payback buddy! I rise up and lower myself just over the end of him and circle my hips slowly to build the frustration and without any warning I stop kissing him and drop down onto his full, hard, waiting erection. When he slams into me, I realise I’m tender from before. With a groan he says, “God, you’re so tight.”

  I want to tease him again and again but hearing him groan is so good, I change my mind and slowly start to rock back and forth along him, taking him almost out of me then dropping back down to the base of his cock. He is resting his hands on my hips as I rock and is eagerly watching me take him inside me. Every so often he closes his eyes and softly moans and takes a long breath. I run my hands over his chest and shoulders. As I quicken my pace the sensation begins to build inside me again, Jesus, I’m going to go again?

  “Oh my god,” I say softly in surprise gripping him hard as I feel the rush.

  “Again huh?” he says breathlessly, “Together then?” he suggests. Nooooooo, that’s not how I wanted it! I wanted to watch him. But, its too late, that delicious wave is about to come crashing through me, I can’t do anything now but nod back in agreement. With a grip on my hips he takes control of the angle and the pace I am moving over him and it’s enough to tip me over the edge.

  “Yeah,” I whisper in a pant. He flexes beneath me while thrusting me down harder and deeper onto him and with a groan. I let it all go around him, scattering the most exquisite explosion through my body. I close my eyes tight and I hear him say what I think is oh Trinity. Just the idea of coming together was enough to unravel me.

  I let the aftershocks of my orgasm pulse through me as I rest against his body, with my head slumped. I feel like my body temperature has risen like ten whole degrees; I’m warm down to the tips of my toes. He is still inside me. I feel spent and yet buzzing like I have just stuck a finger into a circuit board. I’m riding the lightning. This moment is perfect, and I don’t want to move, just savour the flavour of it.

  “God, Trinity, seeing you come, better than I imagined.” His hands resume tickling my shoulders and back. That moment where reality briefly disappeared and now the bubble has burst and I’ve been sharply plopped back into the middle of it, naked no less. More naked than naked. Man, I have issues!

  “You ok, Cutie?” I feel him pull back his face to get a glimpse of mine.

  “Yeah.” I quietly respond.

  “Look at me, Trinity.” It’s an order, but I don’t want to yet. We have shared intimate things, so intimate, and I always have a wall to hide behind afterwards. From the comfort of my own home, I have control over what he sees and hears, I can censor it and here I am, where I’ve always imagined, but now I realise I’ve left the safety of that wall.

  “Why?” I respond defiantly.

  “Trinity,” he warns.

  “Fiiiiine.” I look up under duress opening my eyes, please don’t make it weird.

  “You are one sexy fucker!” he smiles slyly, accentuating the curve of his top lip and leans in to kiss me and I want to break eye contact and move away, this is too intimate and rapidly making me uncomfortable. He hesitates and then plants a soft kiss on my lips. A rush of butterflies flutter up from the pit of my stomach rapidly towards my heart, it’s not arousal so much, my body is not cooperating with my mind at any rate. Am I overthinking this? I wonder briefly. Probably yes. He pulls back and adds “You’re Special, Baby Cakes, I could stay like this forever. But let me get rid of this,” he motions with his head to the condom, “And let’s watch a movie while I spoon you.”

  It’s not a question really, but it gives me that open gate to bolt through and I say “Sure.”

  He grips the base of his still relatively firm dick and I ease up off him swinging my leg off him as I lean my hand on his flexed shoulder to steady myself. I add to my mental relationship bucket list: Be less weird after sex with guys who ignite you!

  I walk behind Derek and start clearing the food and dinnerware from the table. He gets up and disappears down the hallway into the bedroom, all naked and yummy. I grab for a fresh napkin and take it and the dirty plates to the kitchenette. I place the plates on the counter beside the sink and lean out over the counter having a sneaky peak to make sure I’m alone and quickly wipe the paper napkin between my legs, mopping up any dampness left behind from my arousal. I find the trash and quickly dispose of it before I get busted. I bring the rest of the things from the table over and place them on the counter tops and start looking around the sink for a plug. I find it and stuff it into the drain and flip up the tap handle to fill the sink. I bend down to the cupboard under the sink to get dish washing liquid to add when I hear a crisp crack as my skin radiates under his slap!

  “Jesus Christ!” I jump about five feet outside my skin! “Derek!” I snap back upright and spin around quickly.

  “Oh, that ass needed to be spanked, bending over naked like that, honestly!” he states with a chastising playful tsk-tsk sound. He is beaming like I have just made his day.

  “Well, you scared the shit out of me, I didn’t even hear you!” And I turn back to the tap and flick it off.

  He chuckles and warns, “Yes, be careful, I’m a ninja,” and starts to rub my stinging butt cheek. “Now that is sexy, my red handprint on your ass. Mmhmm.”

  I can’t help but grin and say, “Oh Really?”

  “Yes, really... Leave it,” he motions to the unwashed dishes, “I’ll do it later. Come, movie time.” He grabs my hand and leads me back down the hallway to his bedroom.

  We enter his bedroom and he releases my hand and heads to the window drawing the blinds shut to darken the room. I watch him make his way to the flat screen sitting on a low dresser where he picks up a remote from in front of it. God, I’m staring! I stride up to the bed and climb on sitting upright with my legs crossed facing the TV. He moves around the bed behind me and gets in, lying across it. He pulls at my arm gesturing to come and curl up with him which I do, sliding in against his body. He adjusts his pillow behind me so his head is higher, and he can see over me. He eases his arm around me and squeezes closer to me in an embrace. Here I am, spooning with Derek in front of a movie. How weird is this? Before I can reflect any more on my obvious awkwardness in contrast to his seeming comfort in my company the movie starts. It’s “Zombieland”. God, I love this movie, he remembered! Some good old slice and dice zombie action with a bit of humour thrown in. At least I can focus on something else. Small mercies! If it had bee
n ‘The Notebook’, I’d have been outta there like greased weasel shit for sure!

  We lie like that for the whole movie, him rubbing his arm and hand over me at times, we both chuckle occasionally and smile a lot. He leans in and kisses my hair every now and then and squeezes me stating my laugh is adorable. Its cosy and I eventually relax, it’s too hard to fight with myself over the topic of defining what this is. Us. I let it go and enjoy the moment. Might as well make the most of it! When the movie ends, he switches the TV off using the remote and scoots back away from me a little giving me room to roll towards him.

  “You hungry, Sexy?” he asks. It’s always about him and food I muse.

  I roll onto my side facing him, he is propped up on one elbow, keenly observing me. I curl my legs into a half foetal position and say, “A bit. You?”

  “Yep. You make me hungry.” And there’s that devastatingly handsome smile while his eyes are silently devouring me. Sploosh!

  “Ummm…. well, what’s on the menu?” I ask shyly trying to get back to the topic.

  “You are,” he replies a devious tone. Holy shit! I need to swallow that lump in my throat right about now. It’s nothing I haven’t heard him say before but hearing it and seeing him say it with that wicked smile and hungry eyes, couldn’t be further from receiving a flirty text message. I could sweat bullets under his watchful gaze. I know I’m blushing, yet again.

  “You’re so cute. Come on, get dressed, we’ll go for a walk down the road, there’s a cool vegetarian joint down the street. And we’ll get fresh air and shit,” he smiles, grabs my hand and brings it to his mouth and plants a soft kiss on the back of it. What the hell? I’m so confused. I’m on the menu, I’m off the menu. This is like lovers’ whiplash right here. He just grins at me. I’m not sure if he is genuinely oozing hotness from every cell of his being or he knows this game so well and is just a smooth-talking seducer to which I am just another victim, the next poor shmuck in the line of women he schmooze’s over then discards. Perhaps it’s the thrill of the chase, subduing the ladies who are untouchable! It’s like the ultimate power trip, much like our friend the fabled vampire subduing a hesitant woman right before inducing her sexual submission by a captivating hypnotism. Or something like that!