And he wanted her with an intensity that had driven all thought from his mind. As he trailed a line of kisses down her throat, she tilted back her head, exposing the creamy white skin to his lips, and moaned gently. He wanted to kiss and caress every inch of her beautiful body, to make her moans come louder and faster, to cause her to writhe with pleasure under his touch. Her breath becoming quick gasps, his kisses returned to those waiting lips, kissing her hard, parting her lips and entering her mouth again.
But he wanted more than just her kisses, more than just caresses. He wanted this woman, wanted all of her, wanted her with a desperation that defied all reason. His aching need for her was pounding within him, his erection straining against his trousers, he needed to be deep within her, needed the release that only she could give him.
His hands moved down her back to her buttocks, those beautiful round buttocks. But he did not want to feel them through her layers of frustrating clothing. He wanted her naked. He wanted to be able to observe her beauty laid out before him.
His hands moved up to her slim waist and he lifted her up on to the table. With desperate fingers he pulled at the buttons of her blouse with more haste than finesse. To his immense relief she helped him, unbuttoning her blouse and letting him know that this was what she wanted as well.
The blouse parted. He pulled down her chemise in one firm tug and was rewarded by the sight of her full, round breasts exposed, lifted up towards him above her corset. He took a moment to stand back and admire the glorious sight. Her hands dropped to her sides, giving him an unimpeded gaze. She was enjoying being looked at as much as he was enjoying the sight of her naked breasts. Her breath was coming in increasingly rapid gasps, while her breasts moved up and down, and her tight nipples were pointed invitingly at him. It was an invitation he could not refuse.
She reached her hands towards him, her full lips parted. ‘Dominic,’ she whispered. It was the first time she had used his given name and it felt good, very good. He wanted to hear her say it again. He wanted to hear her calling out his name as he made love to her, to scream it out as he made her writhe with ecstasy. He wanted to make her lose herself in pleasure, the pleasure he was giving her.
Taking her beautiful breasts in his hands he teased and tormented the hard buds and watched her reaction. She closed her eyes, her lips parted, and she placed her hands over his, encouraging him in his caresses.
Her rapid breathing became moans, then gentle cries as he continued to rub his thumbs over the tight, sensitive nubs. Her cries coming faster and faster, he kissed her neck, his lips moving slowly, teasingly down her neck, to her shoulders, her chest, and across the soft, swelling mounds of her breasts. When he reached his destination, he took one tight bud in his mouth, licking it, sucking it, nuzzling it, while his hand continued its tormenting caress of its beautiful twin. Her hands clasped his head, her fingers wove their way through his hair, holding him to her breast as her breath came in increasingly rapid pants.
Urged on by her obvious signs of pleasure, he reached down and grabbed the bottom of her skirt, bunching up the soft material. He heard her breath catch. Stopping what he was doing, he looked up at her face. Had he gone too far? But it was not a gasp of protest. Her head was thrown back, her eyes were closed, her lips parted. She had the beautiful expression of a woman caught up in the raptures of desire. He smiled down at her. She was just as incapable of stopping as he was. And he had no intention of stopping.
Kissing those parted, gasping lips, he ran his hand up the inside of her leg along her silk stocking, under her loose undergarments to the soft naked flesh above her garter.
Her gasps grew faster, louder, urging him on. It was all he needed. When her legs parted, giving him easier access, he released his own deep moan of pleasure. His stroking hand rose teasingly, slowly up the silky flesh of her inner thigh. Another growl of pleasure escaped his lips as she parted her legs even wider in invitation.
His caressing fingers reached their destination and he ran his hand along the soft, intimate folds, then pushed his fingers inside her. If he’d had any doubts that she wanted this as much as him they would now be completely swept away. She was so wet for him, so ready for him to enter her and make her his own.
Watching her face, he gently rubbed her sensitive nub, his fingers moving deeper within her with each stroke. Each one brought more moans of pleasure from her lovely lips. She was completely lost in the experience. She gasped in rhythm with his stroking hand. Harder and harder, faster and faster he stroked, while watching her beautiful face. One long gasp escaped her lips, tears slid past the edges of her closed eyes, and he felt the completion of her pleasure wet on his fingers.
She looked so beautiful. So beautiful he knew
