Page 15 of Degrees of Power
“Even when you want to cum and I won’t allow it?” he asks, sucking my lip and then dipping into the sensitive skin of my neck.
I groan. “Honey, it’s still hard for me to wait, but I have to admit it makes me exceptionally wet,” I say, capturing his lower lip in my own as we lift off.
“I’ll need to confirm this,” he says, waiting until after we’ve taken off to unbuckle me and lead me to the master bedroom. The room is impressive with a large cherry wood bed, armoire, fireplace and wall mounted big screen monitor in the corner.
“Have a Christmas drink,” he says, pouring me a glass of wine from a little bar by the fireplace.
I raise my eyes, knowing he is purposefully drawing this out, building my anticipation, and I take my drink wanting to please him and be pleasured in return.
“Taste it, Baby, I want to hear you tell me how the wine feels on your tongue. What are you experiencing?” he urges, guiding me toward the bed.
I slowly take a sip, letting it resonate on my tongue before swallowing. “Hmm. So good, it’s a little crisp, but deliciously sweet. Unfortunately, I’m in the mood for something a little on the savory side, salty even, and I can feel myself moistening just thinking about it,” I say, taking another sip.
“Patience Baby, we will get there,” he says, watching me intently as he slowly begins to undress himself. My breathing hitches as he removes his shirt revealing his lean cut physique and I run my tongue across my lower lip as he removes his pants, allowing me to take in the trail of hair that extends from the bottom of his navel to the area encompassing his rigid cock.
My core clenches and my nipples harden, growing more erect as he caresses them through the satiny material of my blouse before beginning to unbutton it. He leaves trails of kisses along my sensitive skin as he exposes it, pushing the material from my shoulders and undoing the clasp of my bra to free my breasts to his view. He lingers to explore, caressing each one, using his tongue to create and build the now familiar slow ache and desire I have come to know so well. He reaches behind me and unzips my skirt, sliding it along with my panties, down the length of my body, easing them over my hips and past my thighs before slipping them off and laying me gently on the bed.
“I believe someone offered me dessert and I want to taste my Christmas present,” he says, gently rubbing my clit with his thumb until my hips raise of their own accord and I feel myself moistening even more under his touch.
“Tell me what you want,” he instructs, continuing to stroke me while continuing to kiss and suckle my inner thighs.
“Hmm. Honey, I want you to taste me.”
“Tell me where, Baby. You need to guide me.”
“Honey, here,” I say, pushing his face closer to my sex.
“Words, Katarina. What do you want?”
“I want you to touch me, there, with your tongue,” I pant, trying to maintain my composure as he nips at the sensitive skin of my mound.
“Tell me where there is,” he says, his eyes watching me intently.
I moan as he nips my mound with his teeth and squeezes my nipples simultaneously, flaming my desire even further. “I want to be your dessert. Kiss my pussy,” I say, running my hands through his hair and pulling him close.
“That’s what I wanted to hear, Baby,” he says, finally letting his tongue wash over my clit, gently caressing it.
“Chase,” I say, pushing into him.
“What Baby, tell me what you’re feeling, what you like,” he says, slowly stroking my clit and folds.
“I’m so turned on, I want to cum, but I know you want me to wait,” I say, trying not to push into his mouth.
“Very good, Baby. I do want you to wait, at least until I do this,” he says, nipping the sensitive skin between his teeth.
“Chase!” I moan, pushing into him, struggling to control my body’s response, wanting to cum, but desperately holding on.
“Cum for me now,” he says and I am unable to control the orgasm that overtakes me as he continues to suck and lick the most intimate part of my body through my pleasure.
“Baby, the next time you come, I want to feel you around the end of my cock,” he says, pushing his hardened length into me.
My body responds to his urgency, our rhythm in perfect sync as we meet each other’s need, stroke for stroke, our desires soaring. “I want you to cum again with me, Baby. Push back and feel me deep inside of you,” he instructs.
As I do, he takes me by the hips, grinding his body deeper into mine, pushing repeatedly against that special spot deep inside until I can feel myself building again. He drives into the most sensitive spot of my body, thrusting against it, over and over. I can barely breathe as he continues to take me and all of a sudden the release is so near again. My hands find his neck, pulling him closer, tightening my legs around his body, trying desperately to hold on.
“Cum with me, Baby,” he says and the deep timber of his voice pushes me over the edge as we find our release together, trembling around each other in wave after wave until we are completely spent.
He holds me tight, kissing me deeply before releasing me. “I’m looking forward to having you to myself this week,” he says, stroking the side of my face to push my dampened hair back from my eyes.
