Page 6 of The Passion

As much as I want that, the happily-ever-after crap that you hear about, I know it’s not with this woman. It’s not what she wants either. That she was quite clear about.

What she wants is to feel, and that’s my area of expertise.

“Oh, you will feel, alright.” She has laid out her permission, and I’m not holding back now. Using my other hand, I grasp her luscious tit and listen to the groan that I drag from her.

“Every inch of your body will be crying out for relief from the torture. The pain you will be left with tomorrow in muscles that you forgot you own.” Oh God, she is so responsive to my voice. The more I talk, the weaker I can feel her getting in my arms.

I lick up her neck and bite down on her ear, testing to see how she likes a bit of pain.

“Fuck…” It’s like music to my ears as she cries out from my use of teeth.

“Bed, now!” I can’t wait any longer. This woman doesn’t know it, but she has me by the balls, and I feel like the vice is gripping tighter and tighter.

Reluctantly, I drop her hands and step back so she can walk, although I’m not sure she has any strength.

“Tell me where?” I ask, lifting her off her feet and smirking at her protests to me carrying her.

As we enter the main room, she points to the open door on the other side of the suite, and I see the side of a large bed that looks the perfect place for us to do what we are both now desperate for.

Walking into the bedroom and standing her at the end of her bed, I can see she is still fighting her hesitation.

“What do you want, Felisha?” Her mind is spinning with choices to make.

“Touch me and don’t stop. Earn your damn reputation.” She might want to let go of her tough exterior, but it’s not that easy for her.

“What reputation is that? The sex god? The man whore? I’ve heard them all.” The soft silk shirt under my fingertips feels like it will be such a contrast to the body beneath it. She’s a tall slender woman who I’m sure works out and looks after herhealth. The kind of stress we live in, you need to work it off. And tonight will have the heart rate rising, I can guarantee it.

Slowly raising her shirt, I slide my hands under, but it’s not what I was expecting.

The softness of her skin, the curve of her waist, so smooth. There are no six-pack abs like the women I see in the gym working out, but instead, just her supple body feeling divine under my touch.

I need to see her, all of her.

Lifting the top in one swift movement, I don’t give her a chance to feel self-conscious.

“Lace. I knew you would be a lover of sexy lingerie. Pity it won’t last long.” I need her naked now. Just the first glimpse of her sensual breasts peeking through the bra is enough to have my balls aching for more.

Wasting no time to find the zipper on her skirt, it falls to her feet, and so do I.

“Mhmm, I think I want to touch here first,” I purr, wrapping my arms around and grabbing her ass cheeks with both hands. “Oh, and we like to play naughty on a school day, do we?” The bare skin on her cheeks tells me she is wearing a G-string, and that’s just fine by me.

“Wouldn’t you like to know. Don’t flatter yourself that I wore it for you. This rendezvous wasn’t even on the table when I dressed this morn…i…ng.” I don’t give her a chance to finish as I press my nose into her pussy and take a deep smell.

“Maybe so, but your body is impressed by me nonetheless.” Taking the small lace triangle in my teeth and moving it to the side, I take my first deep swipe with my tongue that has her legs trembling in my hands.

Just how I like it.

She’s so wet for me, and no matter how tough she is trying to be, nothing can hold back her body from showing me how she feels right now.

Not giving her much reprieve from my first taste, my mouth is on her again, taking my fill of her. Her upper body slumps forward, and she grabs my head like it’s her lifeline to keep her standing.

“Flynn!” Her whisper is so intense. She wants more of this.

Using my head that she is hanging onto so tightly to direct and controlling her body with my hands still clenched tight on her ass, I push her backward toward the bed. If she’s going to let me take what I want from her body, then I want complete access to take everything I can.

She falls so gracefully back onto the bed and releases the vice-like grip on me so she can stretch out. Her hands clutch the bedding as I slowly lift her legs up over my shoulders. She’s still wearing her heels and I feel the scratching sensation across my back even through my shirt. I wish I was shirtless so I could feel her marking my skin with those heels, so tomorrow I’d be reminded of this as I work out in my gym shirtless. Normally I wouldn’t give a fuck, but something tells me tonight is going to stay with me for a while.

I’m impatient and want full access, without anything in the way. Pushing my finger into the small hole in the lace pattern, I use both hands to rip her delicate triangle of lingerie and tear it to shreds. She gasps at my actions and the cold air that hits her wet pussy at the same time, and it is music to my ears.

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