Page 40 of The Facilitator: Part 2
I sucked in my stomach muscles, and I think it was because I couldn’t see what was touching my skin I was cautious of it. The nerve endings that coated my skin were firing off signals my brain couldn’tcompute.
Thump
Thump
Thump
My heart beat faster andharder.
Mackenzie proved just how well he could read my body when he stopped. For a moment, nothing happened until a drip of hot liquid hit my navel. Another drip farther down, and then more, moving in circles over my stomach, breasts, and shoulder. I could feel it run down my sides and a vanilla scent filled the air. I smiled, this one Iliked.
Mackenzie’s hands spread the oil over my body; he massaged, kneaded, and rolled skin under his palms. He used his thumbs to flatten out knots and his fingertips to give the lightest touch over my nipples that demanded more. His hands ran up and down my inner thighs, never quite getting to where I wanted him to be. I smiled knowing that wasdeliberate.
I didn’t trust myself to speak, to ask him to pleasure me, because I was sure the sound that left my lips would be nothing more than a squeak or a moan. I was so relaxed I could feel my body sinking lower into the leather massage bed. My limbs became heavier the more he ran his hands over my body, alternating between hard squeezes and feather-light touches. He ran his fingers up and over my neck, following my jawline to my chin. He spread oil over lips that had dried. I parted them alittle.
My tongue darted out to lick the pad of his thumb as it drew across my lips. He pushed his thumb harder until I parted my lips and sucked. He pressed down, flattening my tongue and forcing my jaw open. I drew in a deep breath as he smeared something sweet over my top lip. It dripped into my mouth and my tongue fought to taste. It smelled of chocolate and I chuckled. When he removed his thumb I was able totaste.
Too slowly Mackenzie drew both hands down my chest, circling my breasts until, eventually, his rough palms grazed over them. He pinched hard and I gasped, he pinched again, holding each nipple between his fingertips until they numbed. I held my breath when he released, waiting for the sting that would follow, a sensation that would connect to my clitoris and make it throb with desire. It was as if there was a nerve pathway connecting those parts of my body that would produce the most desire whenstimulated.
I was grateful for the hand that continued to travel down and came to rest covering my pussy. I raised my hips slightly, parted my legs as far as the edge of the bed, an invitation to explore. Without warning, he inserted two fingers inside. He curled, stroking the wall inside and I moaned with pleasure. His thumb teased my clitoris to the point I was ready to orgasm. It was gentle, like the waves on a beach on a calm day; it rolled over me unrelenting but also serene. When Mackenzie removed his fingers, I missed them immediately. That was until I smelled my scent and felt him hover just over my lips. I opened my mouth and, once again, sucked. The sweet from the chocolate, with the acidic sour from inside me was a heady mix. One I very muchenjoyed.
I felt the bed dip and assumed Mackenzie had climbed on to the end. He covered my body with his. One hand slid around my hips and ran down one leg. He lifted that until I was slightly side-on, and then I felt his cock as he pushed inside me. I hooked the raised leg around his backside; his hand circled my arse cheek. As he rocked in and out, he fingered my arse. I wanted to see him, to watch his pupils dilate with desire for me. I wanted to hear his breathing or his gravelly voice, or the low moan he’d emit when he was ready to come. I wanted to feel the sweat roll down between his shoulder blades as he held himself so taut above my body. I wanted to run my fingers over his muscles as they contracted with every regulated movement. I could do none of that. All I could do was smell him, feel him, and drown in the waves of pleasure he was givingme.
When Mackenzie came it was a beautiful sight and I missed it. I had to picture the tension in his jaw, the tightening of his stomach muscles as he gave in. I had to imagine the moan or the whisper of my name from gritted teeth. I could feel him tense, and I most certainly could feel his cock pulse inside me, and then he stilled. The cool air that whispered over my body, as he climbed from the bed, caused my skin to goose bump. He removed the earphones and for a moment it was still so silent. He pulled off the makeshift blindfold and the smile I saw choked me. He rolled me to my side so he could untie my wrists and he helped me to sit. Without another word, I stood. I placed my palms on his chest and I gently walked him back until it was his legs that hit the weight bench. He sat, I straddled him, and with his cum running down my thighs, I fuckedhim.
I watched, I tasted, I felt, I smelled. I did everything that was denied to me. I did it with such fervour I cramped, but I wanted him and I took him. Of course, he complied and we cametogether.
I rested my forehead on his shoulder as I tried to catch my breath. He kissed the side of my head and ran his hands through my hair. I felt him soften inside me and only then did I look up athim.
“I love you,” Iwhispered.
“I know, and I love you more,Lauren.”
He placed his hands at either side of my head and kissed me. His tongue demanded attention as it tangled with mine and I gave in to him. For all his ‘you can fuck me, Lauren’ statements, he finished with letting me know he was in control. I smiled against his mouth. He could have that round, fornow.
