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

I did as he asked. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing. I guess this is what
Matilda meant by surrendering. Before I left the coach house that day, she left me with
one simple instruction for my first Step.
“Above all else, sex requires surrender, the ability to simply melt with each arriving
moment,” she said.
As I adjusted myself, I was so oiled I nearly slid o the table. Positioned where he was,
between my legs, he grabbed me by the thighs to hold me rm. He took my entire body
in with hungry eyes. Was he faking this? He seemed, dare I say, into me, which made
the whole thing that much more enjoyable.
“You have the sweetest-looking pussy I have ever seen,” he said.
“Oh, well, thank you, I guess,” I replied, embarrassed, lifting one hand to cover my
eyes. I was curious about what would happen next, and at the same time still incredibly
shy.
“Do you want me to kiss it?”
What! This was insane. This was also marvelous, this feeling, this weird and perfect
thing that was charging like a current through my body. He wasn’t even touching me
there and yet I was losing a part of my consciousness. Two weeks ago I had no idea a
world like this existed, a world where sexy men knock on your door on a Wednesday
night and bring you to the brink of ecstasy without even touching you. But it was real
and this was happening—to me. This achingly beautiful man wanted to do this. To me!
I could have laughed and cried.
“Tell me what you want, Cassie. I have the power to give it to you. And I want to give
it to you. Do you want me to kiss it?”
“I want you to,” I said. And then I felt his hot breath on me, as his lips brushed my
stomach. Oh my God, he trailed a finger down my stomach and then slid it inside me.
“You’re wet, Cassie,” he whispered.
I reflexively placed one hand on his head and gently grabbed a fistful of his hair.
“You do want me to kiss your sweet pussy.”
That word again. Why was I so shy of it?
“Yes … I … want you to—”
“You can say it, Cassie. There’s nothing wrong with saying it.”
He flicked and probed with a single finger around the inside and outside of me.
Next, he placed his mouth on my stomach, and explored my belly button with his
tongue. He trailed along the same path as his nger, and found me there and licked and
nibbled, the whole time keeping his ngers circling around and just outside of me. I
couldn’t believe the sensation, like I was slowly going uphill in a roller-coaster, higher
and higher. I heard him moan, just slightly. Oh God, it was like a thousand nerve
endings were finally awakening.
“Cassie, I love how you taste.”
Really? Was that possible?
His hands began to move up the length of my legs, spreading them farther open on the
table. I had never felt so helpless, so vulnerable, before. I was exposed, all need and
want. I was powerless, and happy to be so. I was on the rim of a thousand explosions, a