Page 85 of Pride
“Did I say you could speak? No. Not yet. Clothes off. Get on the bed. Then you can make all the noises you want. But until then...”
I did as I was told, pulling my panties down my legs, as he watched every movement with fire burning in his eyes. Then I stood in front of him for a second, completely naked, before I climbed onto his bed and crawled seductively to the middle, turning around and lying down just like he’d asked.
“Good girl,” he said in a gruff voice. “Now open your legs and show me that pretty pussy.”
I opened my legs, and his breath caught in his throat.
“Wider,” he commanded, and I obliged. “Stunning. So fucking stunning. Now show me how you make yourself come.”
I kept my eyes on him as I traced my fingers down my body, cupping my breasts before skating over my stomach and reaching between my legs. I started to run the tips of my fingers through my pussy, and he gave a quiet moan.
“When was the last time you did this?” he asked.
“Last night,” I replied, truthfully.
“And did you think of me?”
“Yes.”
He blinked slowly, like the thought of me getting off to the image of him was intoxicating, and he started to unbutton his shirt as he said, “Tell me what you’re doing.”
“I’m stroking my pussy.”
“I want details, explicit details. I want to know what you’re feeling, what you like, what turns you on.”
I swallowed, already feeling tension building from the intensity of him watching me. And as I started to describe it for him, the intensity grew stronger.
“I like to push my fingers inside my pussy, make myself nice and wet, stretch myself a little and imagine it’s you.”
He hummed his approval, closing his eyes for a moment as he took his shirt off and threw it to the floor.
“And then,” I went on, doing with my fingers what I was describing out loud. “I circle my soaked fingers around my clit, stroking over and around, rocking my hips slowly while I rub where I feel most sensitive. Sometimes, it’s too much, so I move back inside my pussy, but every time I go back to my clit, it feels even better than the last time.”
“Keep going,” he groaned as he stared at where my fingers were stroking and working their magic.
He pulled on his belt to undo it and then unzipped his trousers, and I felt the heat inside me burn fiercer. I loved it when a man did that, yanking on his belt and pulling his zipper down with authority. Being dominant and telling me to get ready for what he was about to do.
“My pussy throbs,” I whimpered as I stroked and teased myself for him. “So warm it almost burns, and I can’t stop chasing the high. My clit tingles and begs for more, so I rub a little faster, but not too fast. Sometimes, I... ahhh...” I arched my back as I felt the sparks of an orgasm cresting. “I hit the spot,” I went on, my voice different now, my words coming out a little jumbled. “And it feels so... fucking... good.”
“Make yourself come,” he commanded. “Don’t hold back, Emma.”
“I can’t stop,” I said, throwing my head back as I fucked my fingers and teased my clit. Then the sparks turned to a rush ofpleasure, and my back arched off the bed, my legs shaking as I made myself come in front of him. It lasted a few seconds, and then I relaxed into the mattress with a deep sigh.
“Fucking sexy,” he moaned, “But your orgasm didn’t last long enough. I think we can do better than that.”
I opened my eyes and saw him standing completely naked at the bottom of the bed. He had his long, thick cock in his hand, and he was stroking himself slowly as he looked at me. I watched the movement of his hand, marvelling at how big he was. And my pussy clenched at the thought of taking him inside me.
“I wonder if you taste as good as you look?” he asked and then climbed onto the bed. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me a little way down the mattress to where he wanted me, then he told me to, “Lie back and hold the headboard. Don’t let go until I tell you to.”
“Okay,” I agreed, letting my head fall back as I reached up and held the metal of the headboard.
He started to slowly lick the inside of my leg, the tip of his tongue teasing my skin as he travelled higher and higher, up my calf, past my knee, and then my thigh, making me open my legs wider, tempting him to go higher still. He reached the top of my thigh, and then he stopped. I could sense his breath close to my pussy, and I peered down at him. His eyes were closed as he breathed deeply, then he opened them and looked up at me. “All good things come to good girls who wait,” he growled, and then he slid back down the bed, using his tongue to tease my other leg in the exact same way.
When he got to the top of my thigh, I tilted my hips forward, and in a breathy, needy voice, I begged, “Please, Alex.”
“Please what?” he replied, his face only inches away from my pussy.
“Please,” was all I could say, as I tried to move my hips closer.
