Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
We keep moving slowly, dancing erotically against each other.
My dress drops to the ground and I am standing before him in my corset, suspender belt, panties, stockings and stilettos. His eyes drop hungrily down the length of my body and once again he tics his jaw and cracks his neck. He grabs my hand and walks me back to the middle of the room where he pulls me into an embrace and gently starts to dance with me again, his hips demanding attention.
He is really moving to the beat now and I know for sure that every time I hear this song in the future, I will probably orgasm by picturing him just like this, dancing to this song. I reach up and start to undress him. I first remove his jacket and I throw it on the back of the lounge. Our hips are still swaying in time to the sensual beat. I slowly take off his tie and put it around my neck as I go in for a swipe with my tongue. He starts to lose control. I know he is tempering his arousal by sheer will alone. His hands grab my behind as he pulls me into his hard length and my eyes close at the contact. I remove his shirt and am rewarded by the sight of his ripped torso. My name branding his body. I bend to kiss his tattoo. He gently rubs the back of my hair and pulls me back up to a standing position.
“Not tonight,” he whispers. Huh, he doesn’t want my mouth on him…that’s different. Then I remember the cameras. He doesn’t want me giving him a head job on film and I fall just that bit deeper in love with him. Even in this he is thinking of me, putting my needs before his. He doesn’t want this to appear smutty. I undo his pants and he kicks off his shoes and removes his socks. I slowly peel him out of his pants and we gently start to sway to the music in sync with each other.
We keep dancing and I have lost track of how many times my new favorite song has played. Our kissing has turned desperate and I can tell just by his breathing how close he is to orgasm, his fingers digging desperately into my behind. My hands are clutching his head, dragging him down to me. His beautiful length is becoming painful against my stomach. I need him inside me. He turns me toward one of the cabinets along the wall. I know a camera is situated on top of it. He bends me over it, and I place my hands on top of it to hold myself up as he kisses my neck from behind. He drops to his knees behind me and slowly peels my panties down my legs. He pushes my torso forward and starts to gently lick me from behind. My mouth is open as he takes his time pleasuring me on his knees. I’m close again. Why am I so damn responsive to this god? Slowly he pushes two fingers into me with a twist of his hand and I groan and close my eyes. He starts to take over my body as he slowly fucks me with his fingers, each stroke stronger than the last. My hair is everywhere, and a sheen of perspiration covers our bodies.
His mouth is open on the small of my lower back, his breathing is labored and I know he’s going to come soon, very soon. I look up into the camera and he pushes me hard forward with his fingers and I throw my head back at the delightful sensation, my mouth falling slack. I look directly into the camera and mouth the words.
“I love you.”
The intoxicating rhythm of the beat sounds loud in our ears. I want him to watch this film and feel my euphoria at his touch, the depth of my love for him. I want him to have it on film as a silent witness. He twists his fingers again and I groan and fall into another intense orgasm. I am overtaken. I slump forward and he leans over me and pulls my hair over to one side of my neck and kisses my shoulder blade, his breath quivering. He needs me to take care of him. I turn and dive my tongue into his mouth and with renewed vigor I mouth the words to him.
“Get on your back.” His eyes bore into mine and dilate and his neck cracks. He takes my hand and leads me over to the double ottoman in the middle of the room, which I now realize is covered in a white sheet. I smile, this was his plan all along. He wants me to take him, dressed like this in my corset, suspender belt and stockings. I slowly peel his boxer shorts away and am greeted with his mouth-watering erection, the thick veins coursing its length. I have never seen him so hard. It’s hard not to taste him, I’m dying to. He lies down on his back and I step over him, my hands on his shoulders. Slowly but surely I slide my wet core along the length of him and he hisses in approval as he closes his eyes. I lift my hips and grab the base of him to lower myself onto his waiting cock. I groan at the intense pressure as his body possesses mine. My mouth is open as I work my way down onto him. Our gaze is locked and I’m having trouble taking him this way up first. He’s so large. I’m moving side to side to allow my body to loosen and he stills my hips with his hands as he lurches forward. I pant and look into his dilated blue eyes. He’s trying to stop himself from climaxing. Trying to hold it together. I mouth the words, “Fuck me.”