Page 32 of Sexy SEALs

It was making me wet in more ways than one. My juices were overflowing as I arched my back and sunk my chest into the bed.

“You like that…” he growled, as soft purrs escaped my lips.

David rolled the ice. He moved near my pussy, but then, as he got close, he moved the ice away.

Hmmm, this is nice. I licked my lips, amazed that he avoided that area but still turning me on. He stopped for what felt like an age, but was probably just a few seconds. He picked up something different to use on me. It wasn’t ice; it felt like a dildo, but it was cold.

Holy crap, it was so fucking cold.

I shook my head and shivered. He hummed quietly, which showed that he was enjoying himself. He liked how I was reacting to it. I was getting soaked.

“Don’t come!” he commanded near my face, as his hands went up and down my thighs.

“I only want to hear you moan.”

“Yes, sir!”

I replied, in between my moans.

Then without warning, I could feel what I assumed was a dildo, being pushed inside of me.

“Arrh!”

I had to reassure myself that it was a sex game, some mysterious way to gain my confidence and my trust in him. I’d never had to do that before with a man, normally it was automatic.

“Anytime you want me to stop, don’t forget the safe word,” he said without touching me. I was trying to figure out where he was. Was he bending or was he standing? I wasn’t sure.

Why was he doing this?

“Do you understand? If you want me to stop, remember your safe word,” he said abruptly, commanding me to do as he said. What choice did I have? I was at his mercy, so I said, the words that he wanted to hear.

“Yes, sir.”

I felt like I was on a wet roller coaster, with thoughts rolling around inside my head. I felt something cold between my legs, so I widened them. I was relishing it, I wanted him to know that in my body language. I started circling my hips so he could tell that I was enjoying it.

One of his hands was making its way down my neck, towards my breasts.He was kneeling behind me with his hand over my front. He gently slipped his hand, finding my nipple. My breasts didn’t make this a simple task, but their nipples were hard and erect, ready for him to fondle with his fingers.

I moaned. One hand made its way down to my private parts, and the other remained on my nipple. I didn’t want him to stop.I moved my head to the side and then he whispered in my ear, “Good girl. This is only the beginning.”

God, yes! Please let there be more.

I nodded slowly to show that I wanted more. I swayed my head more and more to the right so that he could continue to play with my breasts. And then, as if my reading my mind, he stopped. I felt like a jilted bride waiting at the altar, wondering what to do with her life from here.

Why did he stop?

“I want to taste you, you are so wet. You smell so good.”

He spun me around as if I was weightless, effortless as he didn’t make a sound, and laid me on the bed. No man had ever licked me down there. He was using his tongue to rotate my clit, slowly dipping in and out. I cried out even more and jerked my body, but I moved and nearly fell off the bed. After all, it was only a single bed, only made for one, not for two.

I could feel the electricity through my body, enticing and pushing me towards climax. At that point I understood what women meant when they talked about multiple orgasms. My mind shifted, my world turned upside down. I straightened my legs wide in the air so that he could continue. I was ready to climax, ready to come. I was uncomfortable, my arms were stuck underneath me, and I tried to wriggle to make them comfortable. He put a pillow in the small of my back.

He really had come prepared. Then again, I doubted this was the first time he had done this. I wrapped my legs around his head and I moved up and down. I was absolutely loving it. I wanted to touch him, I wanted to encourage him by pushing my fingers down on his head so that he could continue and would never stop.I hated the way he kept leaving me hanging; I wanted to do this, and I was prepared to do it by force.

I screamed as loud as I could. I neared that time, about to climax.Again, he moved away.I felt like a child and whimpered at the idea that he had left me and wasn’t helping me reach the end of my journey. I needed to climax,I needed relief.I wriggled even more so he would continue.

“I’m not ready for you to come yet.When I’m ready for you to come, you will.”

I nodded, unable to offer him another response.

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