Page 62 of The Perfect Stranger

I watched her cheeks flush as desire reached its peak.

I smiled as she relinquished all self-control and gave me into me.

“I want to taste your vulnerability. I want you to crave it.”

Moving away from the wall, Nina wobbled back into my stronghold. She was no longer resistant, her body lax against mine. I pushed her forward on the bed and climbed over the top, cuffing Nina’s left hand to the bedhead.

Feeling a moment of panic, she pulled against the restraint, no doubt warring with her emotions. Her intruder now had her shackled. I could do whatever I wanted, and she held no power to stop me. I wanted her to enjoy our moment, but still understand how dangerous it was to throw caution to the wind. Her sharp breathing and fisted hands told me she was aware of the mistake she’d made.

To put Nina at ease, I massaged down her back, and in an instant the tension faded, welcoming the return of my touch. I pulled at her lace underwear, the tear breaking through the otherwise silent room. Propping Nina slightly on her knees, she spread her legs enough for me to indulge us both. It was time to taste, and I wasn’t going to waste a drop of her pleasure.

I kissed.

I licked.

She relished the sensation of my tongue plunging deep inside. Nina moaned into her pillow and as my tempo increased, rocking back and forth encouraging the rhythm. Pulling away, I unzipped my jeans and placed my throbbing cock at her entry. She gasped, eager to for me to finally claim her. Hooking my hand around Nina’s waist, I brought her clit to life once more before slowly sinking inside. She cried out with a mix of pleasure and pain, her free hand fisting the sheets, knuckles white while she got used to my size.

Nina, lost in desire and need, spread her legs wider sinking further down into the mattress, allowing me to drive long and deep.

I fucked her hard, the way we both craved.

I teased her clit to bring her the pleasure we both wanted.

Nina’s breathing increased, almost to a pant, a desperate plea not to stop almost incoherent. Just like she had earlier, Nina clenched, this time gripping my cock as she came hard, her orgasm raw and needy.

Exhausted, she collapsed onto the bed, gloriously sweaty and void of all strength. Kissing a trail down her neck, I continued to ride her, softly, taking my time and enjoying her sweet murmurs. Her eyes closed, teeth biting her lower lip while I moved inside her with slow, short and deep thrusts.

Pulling out, I flipped Nina onto her back before nestling my face between her legs. The sensation of feeling my rough face against her smooth thighs and throbbing clit had her gripping the pillow once more.

“Why are you doing this?” she whispered, her voice now husky.

Ignoring her, my tongue licked and sucked, and to my pleasure, she writhed beneath me. Her mind was tired but her body was begging for more and with each point of contact, her senses came alive to the point where she continued to teeter on the edge of climax.

Gripping her slender waist, I pulled her hard against my mouth and listened to her rapid breathing. She was tormented, fighting against the sensation. Nina’s legs couldn’t keep still, her back perfectly arching off the mattress as she finally gave in. With a desperate cry, she came against my mouth, her hips moving in a rhythm to my tongue.

It was beautiful.

It was natural.

It was right between us.

Exhausted, her legs fell loosely to the side, seemingly now void of any muscle strength. Her skin was flushed all over, hair clinging to her damp face.

Nina was beautifully sated, sleep beckoning her. Pulling away, I stood by the side of the bed, my cock still throbbing for release. But that wasn’t going to happen. Not this time. This moment was all for her. Seeing how much she got off on my touch and from being inside her… it was all I needed. I held her tired and somewhat curious gaze while zipping my jeans. She expected me to finish, and seeing my still hard cock left her a little confused. Leaning over the top, I kissed her deeply, her mouth still demanding. It was a kiss to remind her there was a promise of things to come. We were not done. Not by a long shot.

Keeping my lips hovering just above hers, I removed the cuffs and gently lowered her heavy arms to her sides.

“Who are you?” she asked.

The truth was a bitch. “Someone you’ll wish you never met.”

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