Page 106 of Mouse Trapped

He rears back. “You didn’t think I wanted you?”

Quickly I shake my head. “I thought you might want sex, but what you’ve done, given, not taken. It’s more than that.”

“I’m glad you know the difference. I’m in the middle of making love to my wife.” He’s gone serious, though his lips still curve slightly.

I shudder in nervous anticipation. “In the middle of…?”

He shrugs. “We can stop if you like.”

I can still feel his hardness against my thigh. If we stop now… “But you?”

He places a kiss against my forehead. “I’ll live. I’ll take care of it in the shower. You come first, sweetheart.”

He makes me feel confident enough to joke, “I think I just did.”

“Minx.”

While we’ve been talking, he’s moved his hand down, circling his fingers over my clit once more. I’d been about to ask how he could expect to arouse me again, when I have my answer.

“I want to taste you,” he whispers against my ear. What can I do but give my permission?

Intrigued to know what he’s going to do, I watch as he slides down the bed and expertly removes my panties. He’s brought me nothing but pleasure. While there’s still a niggling doubt in my mind, I’d be crazy to stop him now. Although his dick must be straining against his zipper, he’s still got his jeans on. He’s showing no sign of just taking anything that I saw the women being forced to do. And, I remind myself, I could have sent him off for a cold lonely shower.I’d have been crazy to.

He’s gazing at me, his broad shoulders stopping me from closing my thighs, even though I’m embarrassed when I see where he’s so intently staring.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he repeats.

I’m not expecting him to do what he does next. He puts his mouth on me.There.Sweeping his tongue inside. As I feel him lapping, the sensations make my toes curl and my hands fist. This is a different feeling to his fingers. The soft glide of his tongue from my slit to my clit, so arousing. I even feel a gush of excitement, which strikes me I’m making the bed wet, but that seems to be the last thing on his mind, and then on mine, when he makes a dual assault on my clit while his fingers reach inside.

Oh, Oh.I didn’t think I could come again. But he’s, he’s… My stomach clenches, I clutch at the sheets with both hands. My thighs tighten, I try to relax them, afraid I’m hurting his head, but I’m beyond conscious control as my body, played so expertly by him, does as its master commands. I can’t hold back my scream, my head comes off the bed as the strongest waves of pleasure wash over me.

This time, when I come down, he’s already moved up the bed. A smirk on his face which glistens with my moisture. Then his lips crash down on mine, forcing me to taste myself on his mouth.I didn’t expect to like it.The salty taste, though, seems to spark another chain reaction, and though I thought I was spent, my clit tingles again.

Wary of committing myself, when he pulls away I rasp, “I want to see you.”

“Yeah?” Not waiting for another invitation, he stands, undoes his belt, sliding it through the loops with a hiss, then undoing his button. Putting a hand inside, he slowly and carefully lowers the zip, and I soon see why he’s being careful. He’s gone commando. As soon as it’s freed, a long, thick cock bounces out.

My hand snakes out of its own accord. When my brain catches up, I know I want to touch him, to discover what it would feel like in my hand.

But he steps back and waggles his finger. “You said you wanted to see me, not touch.”

The mock expression of shock on his face makes me giggle again.

“Laughing at my cock now, are you?”

The smirk that accompanies his words has me snorting with laughter. As I cover my mouth with my hand, I realise I didn’t expect sex would be fun.No, not sex. Making love.

“It’s funny, is it?” He stalks me, putting first one knee then the other on the bed. “I’ll give you something to laugh about.” His hands glide over me, my body so responsive he leaves goose bumps in their wake, until his fingers dig in to that place under my ribs.

I squeal, and try to push him off. My body arches up allowing me to see his cock in all its glory, with its… “What the…?” He kneels over me, his cock just above my groin. If I wasweakening, thinking of letting him put that thing inside me, now I’m definitely having second thoughts.

He looks down as if he’s only just noticed. “It’s an Apadravya,” he explains. “I swear it won’t hurt you, just heighten your pleasure.” As though to emphasise the point, he rubs it over my clit. I jump at the renewed assault on that bundle of nerves. Seeing my reaction, he continues to work his dick over the nub. My back arches, and my breathing speeds up, the piercing on the glans of his cock forgotten.

One hand still holding his cock, working it over my clit, he reaches over and snatches up a condom, using his teeth to tear open the packet, then he’s covering himself in latex. I watch transfixed.

With his eyes firmly fixed on mine, he draws my uninjured leg up so it’s bent at the knee, and falling open to the side. Then he very carefully tries to do the same to the other, watching my face for the moment it starts paining me. Then he stops. He’s managed to create a lop-sided cradle for himself.

I don’t move as he repositions himself, and I feel the head of his cock putting a gentle pressure against my slit.

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