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

watched me. He wanted this. He wanted me. Me! I could feel it. In my mind I kept
saying, Go with it, go with this, he will show you, you will be okay. My nerves were on my
side as I fell under his delicious spell. He turned and pulled a chair out from the kitchen
table and took a seat.
“You can’t really screw up, Cassie, unless you bring your teeth into the mix. They’re
not invited. Anything else and you’re going to make me a happy man. Come here.”
I took a step towards him. Then another one. I was standing directly over him, naked.
Taking my wrists in his large hands, he tugged me down to my knees in front of him. He
smelled warm and spicy, or maybe it was the stew and the bread, but we were both
getting hotter. He took my hands and placed them on his chest, then dragged them over
his impossibly taut stomach.
“Undo my pants, Cassie.”
Something inside me melted, and I reached down and unfastened his belt. He shued
his pants to the floor. He was hard and big. And thick.
“Jesus,” I whispered, wrapping my hands around him, feeling his soft skin. How could
he be so … hard and so soft at the same time?
“Now lean in and kiss the tip,” he said. “That’s it, go slow at rst. Like that, yeah. Kiss
it. That’s right.”
I took him in my mouth and licked from the top to the base of his shaft, feeling his
body rock as my mouth and hands developed a steady rhythm.
“That’s right, just a little faster.”
I quickened the pace as he gently moved one of my hands around him and left it there.
I took him deep into my mouth even as my other hand reached under him.
“Yeah,” he said, moving his ngers tenderly through my hair. “You got it. That’s
right.”
My hands met my lips and I formed a vacuum around him, my whole mouth
consuming him. I released him then, licking just his tip with the end of my tongue. He
looked down at me as I looked up, and our eyes met. His face was blissful and relaxed,
which sent a surge of power through my body. I had him. He was mine. I took him in my
mouth again, sucking and pulling him into me, and felt a vibration in his pelvis. This
made me even bolder, and I took more of him in my mouth. I could feel him pressing
into me, yet at the same time, I felt him weakening, melting. I was doing this to him. I
was in control, in charge. Any minute now, I was going to make this man come … in my
mouth.
“Girl, you don’t need my help.”
The more I pleased him, the wetter I seemed to get, something that had never
happened to me before. Why had I once seen this as a chore? My hand reached around
behind him to clutch at his back, while my mouth pulled him deeper and deeper. Then,
reading his body, I felt him hitting a tipping point and I slowed my rhythm.
“Ah, yeah, it’s perfect. Don’t stop!”
His words fueled my hunger. I took him deeper into my mouth, which made him clutch
the counter for stability. When I looked up at his face and saw he was on the verge of
coming on my command, I felt more empowered and even sexier.