Page 8 of The Facilitator 1

“Turn around,” he repeated,slower.

I did. I heard the shuffle as he kicked his clothing away. I felt the gentlest trail of his fingers down my back, and again, my skin puckered at his touch. He grabbed my hair in one hand, angling my head so he could kiss across my shoulder, pushing my head forward so he could kiss the back of my neck. I reached behind me, placing my hands on his thighs; I needed thesupport.

He pressed his body against mine, or maybe I’d leaned back into him, by that point I wasn’t sure. I could feel his cock pressing into my lower back. Even in heels, he was a good foot taller than Iwas.

One arm snaked around me, his hand covered my breast and he dragged his palm across my nipple. The roughness of his skin set mine on fire, figuratively of course. Heat raced overme.

I’d begun to pant, finding it difficult to disguise my laboured breathing. I could feel the wetness between my thighs, and I wanted his fingers, his cock, or hismouth.

“Do you like these?” he asked, as he slid his hand down my stomach to the top of mypanties.

“Yes.”

“Shame.”

With that, he ran his fingers around the waistband to my hip, and in one fluid movement, he’d ripped them from my body. The movement caught me by surprise, and I stumbled sideways slightly. He held my hips. When I'd steadied myself, I felt his hand run over my arse, slide between my thighs and over my opening, just once. He gently slid his hand back again. I tensed as he ran his wet finger between my arse cheeks. I heard himchuckle.

“You’re so wet,” hesaid.

“I…” Again, I was unsure how toreply.

“Tell me your fantasies, Lauren. If you could do anything right now, what would it be,” he whispered in myear.

“I…”

“You said thatalready.”

He slid his hand around my waist, lower and lower. His other hand reached around and cupped my chin; he forced my head up to look at him while his fingers circled myclitoris.

I moaned out loud and closed myeyes.

“Open them, look at me,” he said. His voice had taken on ahuskiness.

“Answerme.”

“I don’t know, I can’t think,” I said, as his fingers stroked and teased my clitorisfaster.

I gripped his thighs and moanedagain.

“Think.”

“To be fucked by you, a stranger,” I said, crying out at the sametime.

“I like your choice of words, Lauren. I love to fuck,hard.”

My name rolled slowly off his tongue and seduced me. His words had me moaning out loud, had my stomach clenching with the need to come, had a flush creep up my chest and neck, and my nipples were so hard that theyhurt.

“Oh, God,” I cried out. Hechuckled.

I wanted to come; I wanted to feel his fingers inside me. I let go of one of his thighs and covered his hand with mine; I pushed his fingers lower towards my opening. He pulled it away. I let my head fall forward and my chin rest on my chest. Before I’d even caught a breath, he lifted me from the ground and carried me to his oversized bed. He laid medown

“I don’t fuck in hotel beds, normally. But for you, I find myself wanting to make anexception.”

He stood beside the bed and removed his shorts. His cock sprang free. I tried not to, but I couldn’t stopstaring.

He crawled onto the bottom of the bed. He ran his hands down my legs, removing my shoes and tossing them to the floor. Then he crawled up my body, holding himself above me on his arms. He lowered his head, and kissed down my chest before taking a nipple into his mouth. I gripped his hair as he sucked, as he bit. I arched my back off the bed, feeling his cock againstme.

He released my nipple to tend to the other one. I’d never before experienced the stomach clenching and thigh trembling that I was at that point, using just his mouth, his tongue, and histeeth.

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