Page 8 of Kane

Chapter Seven

Erin

I needed that shirt to come of him: now. Hands, steady with determination opened each of his buttons whilst my tongue searched his mouth for his. By the time I had his shirt undone he was already pulling at the sleeves of mine to get it off. I reached for the buckle of his belt and pulled it off his jeans completely once it was open, throwing it on the floor behind me. As I delved down to open the buttons of his jeans he made a low, throaty chuckle, “You like to take control don’t you? I’m topless, and you’re trying to strip me, yet you’re still in your little vest top. That’s hardly fair.”

Wanting to shock him and feeling bolstered by the fact this guy was a complete stranger who would go back home and I’ll never see again I replied. “OK, if I take my jeans off, will you let me take yours off? Does that sound fair?” I stood up and started opening my own belt to which he leaned back a little on the bed and watched me, smiling. “Oh ok, I think that’s a reasonable request.”

As I opened the fly of my own jeans, I bit my lip in embarrassment; I heard a voice in my head. It’s ok – who’s he gonna tell about this, you’re some random woman he’s going to screw. This is why you’d never stopped taking the pill – it’s taken until now to get the confidence to seize your moment. Now let yourself enjoy this – like everyone else. You can worry about Mae’s jealous tantrum tomorrow.

Kicking my boots off and shuffling out of my jeans, I stood there: black vest, black thong and black socks… hmm, socks never looked sexy so they came off without any hesitation. As I stood up straight again, he came over to me, lifting my chin up and kissing me gently. Then kissing me deeper again, my legs went a little weak and I moved backwards, leaning on the wall behind for support. His finger moved up my leg, making little swirls and stroking my skin. Gasping again I moved my head back a little to catch my breath. His left arm moved to lean above us and he gazed into my eyes. That right hand had reached my belly button now and was stroking back and forth across my tummy underneath my vest. I moaned in appreciation and squeezed my legs together.

“Is this what you want?” he asked again, softly. “I want to touch you everywhere, Erin. I know you need me to touch you…” his hand moved lower and fingers slid under my knickers, “…here.” His finger glided over my most sensitive spot and I gasped. “Yes… that’s a better reaction… than “good” could ever be... I like that you’re waxed… you’ll be more sensitive… you’ll feel me more.” With every pause he slid a finger into me and kissed my lips lightly. My legs opened a little more and I wanted him to do that more, but faster and harder, and deeper.

I felt his lips move into another smile as he kissed me. “You like? Well I like to see you, baby. Open your eyes.” Staring into his eyes, our foreheads touching, he glided a solitary finger inside me, teasing me and stopping every time I closed my eyes, rewarding me with a kiss when I opened them again.

My legs felt numb and a thought passed through my mind that it should feel weird to be standing here in just my tank top with a stranger. That thought was quickly quelled when his teasing ramped up to a more demanding level and his thumb tortured my clit in slow circles. I could feel myself building up, but my orgasm came suddenly. He watched my face keenly, eyes searching mine and smiling in triumph.

I let out a little embarrassed chuckle, “Well, um, wow! I wasn’t expecting that!” I muttered.

“Then you probably wouldn’t have been expecting this.” As he lifted his hand to his mouth and licked his wet fingers. “I knew this would be a better dessert than anything that café could offer – fuck, you are sweet…”

What!? My face must have been a picture. He brushed a tousled hair from my face. “Look, you and I know this is a one-night – but I need to be honest with you. I’m not a womaniser and those skanks who fuck all around them hold no interest to me. I can see this isn’t something you normally do, and that makes the pleasure so much more for me.” Taking my hand he led me over to the bed again, “Come and lay down with me for a little while.”

On unsteady feet I followed him over to the bed and lay down, pillows beneath my head. Standing over me he spoke gently, “You look so hot when you cum. I can’t wait to be inside you when you cum again.” Opening his jeans, his cock sprang free and just as it had been in the taxi when he made me feel it, it was long, thick and hard – ready for action.

Instinctively I reached out and took him in my hand, stroking up and down. His head tilted back and I heard him breathing hard. Sitting up on my knees on the bed I felt constricted by the vest top I was still wearing and took it off, impatiently throwing it on the floor. Reaching for him again I looked up again, this time he was watching me and his hands were moving down to tease my nipples as I worked him.

The torturous pleasure of him playing with my nipples had me fired up again. I wanted to satisfy him but my sex screamed for attention. Bending over, I took him into my mouth and he hissed, rolling my nipples hard in his fingers. Reaching down, I touched myself, surprised at how wet I was but instantly finding relief with the touch.

Opening my mouth wider, I tried to take him all in, but the angle and my lack of recent practice made it awkward. I moaned in frustration and he pushed me back on the bed. “Don’t you dare feel anything but sheer pleasure.” He demanded. “The only moans I want to hear are from you in ecstasy.” Leisurely moving on top of me on the bed, I felt the constrictiveness of being underneath such a large, muscled man, but the firmness and tone in his body were proof of sheer power and I knew that the majority of his weight was on his knees and his elbows that were at either side of my head.

“I want to fill you, I need to, Erin.” Smiling into his face which was so close to my own, I lifted my mouth and playfully bit his lip. “I want you in me. Now.”

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