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

million different sensations, and if he just kept going I would—And then he stopped.
“Why did you stop?” I cried out.
“You don’t want me to stop?”
“No!”
“Then tell me what you want.”
“I want to … come. Like this. Just like this.”
His tawny skin, that face … I lay back down and covered my face with my hands
again. I couldn’t watch. Then I couldn’t not watch. Suddenly I could feel something hot
and wet circling my left nipple. His hand cupped the other breast rmly. His mouth was
warm. He sucked and pulled on me, while his free hand left my breast and traveled back
down over my quivering stomach, past my pubic bone and beyond. This time he slid two
ngers inside me, gently at rst, then urgently. Oh God, this felt so good! I tried lifting
my knees to arch my back.
“Lie still,” he whispered. “You like that?”
“I do, I like it so much,” I said, throwing my arm up over my head, grabbing the top of
the table. He stopped moving his ngers. Then he stood over me for a second, and took
me in.
“You are beautiful,” he said.
Then he leaned over and placed his tongue on me again. He kept still for a hot,
quivering second, while his breath blew life into me. Involuntarily, I pushed into his
face. He could sense my need and started to lap at me, slowly at rst. Then he used his
ngers again. With the weight of his mouth and tongue on me, he licked me again,
releasing his juices and mine. I could feel all the blood in my body shoot straight down
there. Oh sweetness, this was so crazy! An incredible surge ran through me, a storm of
something I couldn’t stop. He released his hands up to my breasts, while his tongue
circled me at a perfect rhythm.
“Don’t stop!” I heard myself say.
It was all too much. I squeezed my eyes shut. The beautiful feeling just built and built,
and I was coming hard against his face and tongue. When I was done, he pulled away
and placed his warm hand over my stomach.
“Breathe,” he whispered.
My legs relaxed over the edge of the table. No man had ever touched me like that,
ever.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded. I had no words. I tried to catch my breath.
“You must be a little thirsty.”
I nodded again as a bottle of water appeared. I sat up to drink. He looked me over,
seeming quite proud of himself.
“Shower off, beautiful,” he said.
I peeled myself off the table.
“Who has the power?” he asked.
“I do,” I said, smiling over my shoulder.
I stumbled towards the bathroom and took a hot shower, and afterwards, while towel-