Page 14 of Ace of Swords

Chapter Five

Her palm was warm andsmooth. Beneath my fingers I could feel the pulse in her wrist. I raised her hand to my lips and laid a single kiss on its palm. I didn’t break eye contact with her, hoping to silently communicate that this game of cat and mouse was over.

I wanted her to know that she'd caught me, but I wasn’t ready to let her be in charge.

Our bodies were inches apart. Backing her into a corner killed the last of the distance. The anticipation of touching her, any part of her, had my body buzzing with electricity.

I dropped her hand and smoothed her hair away from her face, sweeping it over her shoulder, exposing her alabaster neck. I leaned in and inhaled her scented skin; lavender with a hint of something spicy. I grazed my lips against her neck, caressing her slow and gently.

She moved her head back to give me better access. “Rolland,” she whimpered. I nuzzled my way up to her ear, ghosting my lips over it. I stroked the side of her face with feather light touches up her jawline, burying my fingers in her hair. I tugged her head back further, and turned my face to her so we were nose to nose. Tracing my finger over her plump lips, I watched her reactions, eager to experience them.

Her eyes went fuzzy. Desperate. Good—it was her turn to be teased. I allowed my hand to travel down to the exposed skin between her breasts, then I pulled apart her robe to finally have a proper look. She was wearing a black lace bra that barely covered her tits. I hooked my pinky under the lace and exposed her nipple. Caressing her breast I made a slow circle around her pert nipple, watching it harden with my attention.

Every few passes, I let my finger graze the tip directly, and felt her jump, her chest beginning to heave with craving. I licked my thumb and rubbed the pad over her nipple, causing her to bite her lower lip and let out a small whimper. As much as my body was telling me to pounce, turning her on like that, keeping her wanting, was too much fun to give up.

I could have played with her tit all night, but then Tatiana took a small step to the side and the bottom of her robe spread, exposing a bare leg. I skated my hand down the cool silk robe, stroking her thigh. With my forehead against hers, just a hairsbreadth between our lips, I luxuriated in her wicked desire.

There was a spark of excitement in her eyes. I know when a woman wants to be kissed. It was written all over her face, but I wasn’t ready, not yet. I wanted to draw out this moment, watch her lose herself in the sensation of my breath on her skin and my fingers memorizing every angle of her body. I could feel the goose bumps rising under my fingers where I touched her.

Without thinking, my fingers traveled higher, slipping around to her inner thigh. Her breath was coming faster. I realized it was matching my own. Who was in control here? The answer was soon clear as Tatiana reached down to my hand and moved it up until it was resting against her panties. Heat emanated from her pussy; the lace was damp. I had to suppress the moan that had been building in my chest.

When she removed her hand from mine, I didn’t retreat. I softly ran a finger over her cleft, imagining how the friction would send shock-waves through her. My vision was blurring in this suspended moment; staring in her eyes, her mouth so close to mine, my finger so close to really feeling her.

“Touch me,” she begged. At those words, her tongue brushed across my lips. When I didn’t flinch, she went further. She placed her lips against mine, not kissing, just tracing my lips with her pink tongue.

She reached her hand between us and rested it against my zipper. I was rock hard and the pressure had me instantly thrusting into her hand. Any self-control I had flew out the window. I dipped my finger under her panties and traced her wet seam, coating my finger in her juices. She let out a hiss when I made contact.

My head was swimming with too many sensations, too many competing desires. I longed to have her hot hand on my cock, pumping it while I watched her face, a mask of desire. But my most urgent need was to watch her come. She was dripping wet and my finger slid easily over her swollen clit, finding a rhythm that had her panting in my arms.

“Faster,” she said, as she moved her hips in time with my finger. I made small circles over clit, hardly applying any pressure at all, hoping to tease an orgasm out of her and watch it explode across her face. I kept dipping my finger back inside her, so turned on by how wet she was, by how wetImade her.

Her mouth was against me, her fingers were digging into my scalp, holding on for dear life as she enjoyed the ride. I knew she was close, and I kept rubbing in a tight figure eight over her clit. I knew I was bringing her closer.

She started jerking, her movements becoming unpredictable,; her orgasm was inevitable. Just then, we heard the door slam behind us. We pulled apart quickly and I found myself stalking across the room, not knowing where I was even heading. Tatiana was pulling her robe together, tightening the belt and running to the door to see who’d interrupted us.

“What the fuck?” she said to me as she opened the door, but when she came back in she just shook her head. “I didn’t see anyone in the hallway. Maybe it was just the wind?”

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