Page 48 of Don't Puck Him

His right hand takes my other breast, and he uses his thumb to play with the nipple. I inhale sharply as he does. He leans close as he continues to touch me and kisses me on the shoulder, then the neck. Finally, he begins to nibble on my ear.

“Take off your pants,” he whispers to me. “And the underwear.”

I nod and slide my pants down. I kick my socks off as I do. Finally, I’m standing there, completely naked while he’s clothed. He runs his hands up and down my body. His touch is wonderful – gentle but also certain, and he’s already learning the places on my body that are most sensitive.

“Lie down on the bed,” he says.

I want him to touch me more, but I do as he says. His voice is commanding, but in a gentle way. There’s nothing angry or frightening about it. He just knows that I’ll do whatever he tells me to. And I will.

“Spread out your arms and legs,” he orders and walks slowly over to me. The way he looks at me is intense. It’s full of love but also authority.

He sits down next to me, then takes my left hand in his. His right hand begins to caress me down my hips.

“When I say breathe, I want you to breathe normally,” he tells me. “When I say hold, I want you to take a deep breath and not let it out until I tell you to breathe. Is that okay?”

His finger circles my nipple. I nod.

“Yes,” I say.

“Good. When you feel like you can only last for a few more seconds, squeeze my hand.”

“Okay,” I answer.

“Do you trust me?” he asks. He squeezes my hard nipple gently between his fingers.

“I trust you more than anyone,” I say.

“Good. Hold.”

I take a deep breath. His hand slips away from my breast and starts to approach my vagina. He runs his fingers up and down the inside of my thighs, and I feel myself aching to feel his touch as well as burning for oxygen.

Just as I’m about to squeeze his hand, he gives the cue. “Breathe.”

I breathe in and out. His hand just touches me between the legs, then slips away. I feel totally trusting, totally relaxed into him.

“Hold,” he orders, and I again draw a deep breath. Now he begins to touch me, and the combination of the pleasure of his finger entering me and the pressure in my lungs startles me. I want this to last forever. I want to keep holding it forever.

But I can’t. I squeeze his fingers.

“Breathe,” he says immediately. I let out the breath all at once and gasp more in. I’m starting to feel just a little lightheaded. But it’s a pleasant sensation, one I can let myself fall into, because I know that Hunter is there to catch me. It feels good to not fight it. To let my mind drift wherever it wants to.

“Hold,” Hunter’s voice comes.

I suck in a deep breath, and his fingers start to explore me more deeply. My body is full of pleasure and my mind feels light and floaty. It’s a beautiful sensation, one that really feels like trusting myself entirely to someone else.

My lungs are starting to burn. I squeeze Hunter’s fingers.

This time, there’s a distinct pause before he says the words.

“Breathe.”

This time, I only manage a few gasps of breath before he tells me to hold. His fingers concentrate on my clit, and I can just feel an orgasm beginning to approach when I squeeze on his fingers.

He waits just a little bit longer. “Breathe.”

I exhale and try to pull in air as deeply and as quickly as I can. The orgasm is getting closer. I can feel my hips twitching in response to Hunter’s touch.

“Hold,” he says, and I squeeze my eyes shut as I pull in my breath. He touches me more, and suddenly it happens. My lightheaded mind and my body are both filled with the bursting pleasure, but I can’t let myself exhale. I squeeze his fingers, but I can’t breathe out yet. Not until he says –

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