Page 50 of Indecent Demands

We explored each other slowly, the orgasms chasing away our neediness for now, exchanging slow, deep kisses. Honestly, I felt like all that was missing was a roaring fire and a cliché bearskin rug. Seth touched me like I was precious and valued. I had never been touched or kissed like this before.

I hoped that this wouldn’t be the last time.

Seth kept kissing me like we had nowhere to be and nothing to do except this. I melted into him, my trust in him complete. If he wasn’t concerned, then neither was I. Why would I be worried? Seth had promised he would protect me, and I believed in him.

Little by little, I felt his cock harden inside of me again. I gasped as my body flooded with renewed heat. I squirmed, clenching instinctively. There was something so erotic and naughty about it, and something so… so submissive in having him inside me and just slowly getting hard while I couldn’t do anything about it.

“You feel that?” Seth purred as he kissed along the slope of my shoulder. “Get me nice and hard again so I can fuck you again.”

I squirmed on top of him, a whimper escaping me. Seth put his hands on my hips and ground me down onto his filling cock. I shivered all the way up my spine, panting. It felt so good… so wrong and naughty and delicious…

Seth kissed me again, deep and slick, and I whimpered around his tongue, sucking on it eagerly. I felt almost like a plaything, one that he was able to use to make himself hard again, one he could touch and kiss and play with as much as he wanted. It wasn’t like when we were in the sex room. This was more intimate and fluid. But it was still submission, he was still in control, and it still fulfilled that itch deep in my soul.

Seth’s dick hardened inside of me more and more as we continued to kiss until I was grinding down on his fully hard cock, moaning eagerly.

“You want to come, baby?” Seth murmured. “You want to fuck yourself on my cock?”

I nodded, words stolen from me. I was so desperate I was about to start riding his cock like I was back on the machine—whether he gave me permission or not.

Seth chuckled, his lips trailing up my neck. He was composed as ever, but there was something more relaxed about him now. I liked how wild he’d been when we’d fucked a few minutes ago, how he’d just embraced his desires. It had been another form of connection between us and it had been so… delicious.

But there was also something more to our joining. More to the way we were connecting now. Another layer underneath it all that hadn’t been there before.

“Go ahead,” Seth murmured. “Fuck yourself on my cock, sweetheart. I want to feel how wet you are… how much you want it…”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I braced my hands on his shoulders and thrust down onto his shaft with wild abandon.

Seth tightened his grip on my hips. “No, like this.”

He guided me into thrusting deep and slow instead, and he rolled his hips up to thrust his cock into me just the same. It was like another version of his cock getting hard inside of me, gradual but inexorable and so, so amazingly good.

Seth made sure I kept up that slow, deep pace, not letting us give into the desire to be frantic and rushed this time. Instead, the arousal and pleasure built up slowly between us as we panted into each other’s mouths, and I took his cock over and over again inside of me.

I almost didn’t want to ever come, didn’t want this to ever stop. The way that I felt, pressed against him, on top of his firm, broad body, his erection hot and thick andpulsinginside of me… I never wanted it to end.

But of course it was going to. I could feel my orgasm building steadily inside of me, an increasing pressure of the best kind that I couldn’t ignore. Little mewls escaped my mouth as I rocked down onto Seth’s cock again and again.

I fell forward as Seth pumped up into me harder, my hands braced on either side of his face and my knees on either side of his hips, spread wide. His hands pressed me down against him as he thrust up hard into me and I cried out into his mouth, squirming and wordlessly begging.

I felt like we were more connected than we’d ever been before, and I knew instantly that I couldn’t let this go. I couldn’t lethimgo.

Seth finally sped up, fucking me harder, faster, and I gasped as he found an angle that dragged pleasure through me like electricity. I came with a moan. It was like my body was melting. Seth growled and I felt him releasing inside of me, and I melted even further.

I shuddered and collapsed on top of him, the both of us breathing hard.

Seth’s fingers gently skimmed up and down my back. For a moment we lay there, sated, just breathing together.

This was different, too. After the other times we’d had sex I’d felt so completely exhausted, almost out of my body. Or maybe even more in my body than ever before, but with my mind gone.

This wasn’t so much exhaustion of the mind as it was just… the pleasant tiredness that came after physical exertion. And we could just breathe together. I didn’t need to be taken care of. I was just able to relax with Seth and hold him and be held.

I really loved the sex that Seth had opened my mind to. But I had wanted this, too—something intimate where we didn’t have to think or plan anything, we could just be together in the moment and enjoy each other’s bodies.

Eventually, Seth pushed himself up onto his elbows and I sat back on his legs so that I could look at him. Seth stopped running his hands over me, and just held me instead. I felt a sense of peace wash over me.

I didn’t want to break the silence. But at the same time… I felt like something had passed between us. Like we had shared something. I didn’t want to ignore that and shove it under the rug.

The fact was, I’d liked him before I realized what he was up to and what danger I was in. I’d wanted him to ask me out and I’d wanted to flirt with him. Was it too late for us? Or could we possibly have something between us after all?

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