L. Marie Adeline- S.E.C.R.E.T

“You.”
“That’s later. First, open that delicious mouth of yours.”
I did so and he began rubbing morsels of fruit across my lips, leaving me just enough
time to smell them and then reach out my tongue for a delicate taste. I tasted the juicy
esh of a mango, and when my tongue curled around a small slice that he proered
with his ngers, I licked them both. Then he fed me some strawberries, one after the
other, some dipped in chocolate, others in cream. But it was the trues that sent me
over the edge; he only allowed me to lick and nibble at the edges, never letting me have
a full bite. After each swallow, he pressed his mouth to mine, kissing me. I couldn’t see
his face, but the sensation was excruciating, the way he urged my mouth open with his
tongue.
Then he was straddling my legs, standing over me as I lay back in my cushioned
throne. I could feel his naked thighs against the outside of mine. I gulped as he grabbed
the chair’s wooden arms, jerking it forward.
“Hold your hands out,” he said, and when I did, I came in contact with him, rm,
warm and soft.
I wrapped a hand around him, eagerly bringing him to my mouth. Using both hands, I
took him in deeper, feeling the pleasure I was giving, of pleasing, coming over me
again. I imagined what I must look like in this chair, blindfolded, in heels, with this
beautiful body over me. A tingle passed through me at the thought.
“Stop, Cassie,” he said, easing back from my mouth. “That feels amazing, but you have
to stop.”
He lifted me o the seat and onto my feet. My limbs were wobbly with desire.
Standing behind me, he walked me forward a few feet, placing my hands on what I
thought was the arm of a silk divan. I took in the smell of oranges and wine and vanilla
candles. I could hear the re spit and spark in front of us, and my heart raced. My back
arched as I felt his hands rmly grasp both sides of my hips, tugging me back towards
him. I could feel his desire for me, and he hardened and stiffened more.
“I’m going to put myself inside you now, Cassie. Do you want that?”
I lifted up to him, to show him that yes, I wanted this, very much.
“Tell me, Cassie. Say it.”
“I want you,” I whispered, my voice choked the feeling.
“Say it, Cassie. Tell me you want it.”
“I do! I want it!”
“Say it!”
“I want you. I want you inside me. Now!” I commanded.
I heard him ripping open a packet, and seconds later, I felt all of him slide into me,
plunging deep and fast and hard. I felt him reach around and under me, his ngers
touching me in a dazzling rhythm. His other held my hip so rmly he was practically
lifting me up o the oor. He gathered a stful of my hair and tugged my head gently
backwards. His hands trailed down my arched back, nally grabbing my buttocks and
kneading them with an intensity that sent me spinning. His low growls made me feel
like I was driving him mad.