Curvaceous Heart (10 page)

She unhooked her bra and let it drop onto the floor. With a soft shiver she traced her fingers back around her chest, cupping her breasts, lifting them up into view. Her nipples throbbed even as she closed her fingers around them. He groaned, watching her every move, hips twitching as he struggled to remain in control of his body. Did he want to move? If so, why wasn’t he saying anything about it?

She moaned, sliding her fingers down from her breasts and into the sides of her panties. “Do you want to see more?”

He growled and gave a slight nod of his head. “Please.”

“Maybe I should make you wait?” She traced her fingers along her hips, following the line of her panties. “I could just sit back on your couch and watch you, touching myself through my panties, waiting until you’re ready to beg for more.”

“Evil woman!”

“Is that a yes?”

“No!”

Sue wriggled a little, her fingers hooked back into the sides of her panties, her eyes locked with his.

“Please, take them off.”

There it
was,
the plea. She’d never had a man plead with her before now, not over something like this, and the thrill of power his words gave her was intoxicating.

“Ask me again.”

“Please, Sue, don’t keep me waiting. I want to see you. I need to see what you look like.
In every glorious detail.
What do I have to say?”

“I think you already know.” Her breath caught in the back of her throat. “What do you call someone you’ve given power to?”

“Please, Ma’am.” He didn’t even hesitate. “Ma’am, I’m begging you, please take them off.”

He’d done it, he’d really done it.

She slid her panties down slowly, easing them past the straps of her suspender belt until she stepped out of them completely.
Until she stood there only in her stockings and suspenders.

“I didn’t know anyone still wore those, but fuck, they look good on you. A frame, a luscious, sensual frame”

A frame?
She glanced down and blushed. The two straps did look like that. And she could see just what they were presenting to him.
Her mound.
A soft, down-covered mound.

“I don’t want to wait any longer, Sue. Please, just let me touch you, kiss you, hold you.”

“Have you forgotten already?” She gave a mock frown.

“Ma’am.
Please.”

She shook her head, not trusting herself to speak anymore as she walked back towards him and slowly dropped to her knees. Without a sound she reached up and unfastened his pants, sliding them and his brief black underpants down his thighs. She was in control here, not him, not this time at least.

Sue reached up and cupped his balls.
Holding them gently.
His cock throbbed, thick and erect in front of her face, the head swollen, glistening with his own need, his scent heady, calling to her, begging that she take him within her mouth, do something,
anything
to relieve the pressure that rocked through his body.

“Step out of your pants.”

He shifted quickly, trembling beneath her fingers. “You’ve no idea what you’re doing to me.”

“Oh, I think I do.” With the way her own body screamed for attention, the pressure that threatened to ripple out of control she had a damn good idea of just what he was going through.

“What are you going to do down there?”

Sue edged a little further forward on her hands and knees and opened her mouth, capturing the head of his cock between her lips. With a low groan she licked quickly across it, purring into his erection.

“Shit!” He cried out, back arching as he struggled to keep his hands locked behind his back. “Much more of that and there’s no way I’ll be able to keep still!”

She smiled around his cock, massaging his balls gently with one hand, her other wrapped about the base of his erection. With tiny, teasing licks, she covered the length of his member in small kisses, a touch of her tongue, suckling him into the depths of her mouth only to pull back until she only held the head of his cock in her mouth.

“I can’t.”

But he could, she knew he could. All it would take was the right amount of persuasion. She reached back with one finger, keeping her hand about his balls as that one finger began to massage a small, hidden spot behind his sac.

She suckled him fully into her mouth, wrapping her fingers about his cock, squeezing, releasing, only to squeeze again. She pressed her fingertip back against that sensitive spot, knowing each time she did he would groan, half plead with her, only to settle back on his heels once more and struggle to keep in position.

She could taste him, thick, heady, and needful, on her tongue. Each pulse through his erection heightened
her own
desire. Sue lifted up away from the head of his cock and blew, very gently, over the slick, glistening skin.

“Sue, please!”

Please what? Continue, push him back, rock on his cock until he came and came and came, trapped in between her tight, eager walls?
Such a very tempting image
.

“You want me?”

“Yes.”

“And if I wanted to leave now, end it, change my mind and not follow things through?”

He groaned and closed his eyes, shivering. “I’d let you go. The choice is yours. It’s always been yours.”

Would he really go that far, let her walk out of the door when every inch of his body craved her touch? She watched him, searching his face for some hint that he was lying, trying to lead her on, but she could still hear his words, that plea he had made earlier for her to trust him.

I’ve come this far, he’s not hurt me yet, not made any moves that would cross the line. If I’m prepared to play the game then I better see it through to the end. Besides, I want it just as much as he does
.

“I think we’ll take this to the bedroom then.”

Chapter Ten

Alan held out his hand to her. “Walk with me.”

She nodded, tangling her fingers with his. The years between them no longer mattered in this moment. He wanted her, needed her in his life, even if it was just for one night.

She’d even sensed what he needed, truly needed in a woman. Did he know that she’d never taken that step with someone else? Demanded they obey her, call her Ma’am? Had he spent all those years of searching for a woman with the strength to put him to his knees only to find she’d been working for him
…

Silently, dressed only in her suspender belt and stockings, she walked with him into the bedroom. Even if he turned his back on her, left her the same way others had, it wouldn’t matter. At least she would be able to enjoy tonight, on her terms.

Soft pillows and a thick comforter decorated the bed. Two lamps, one on either side of the bed -- a large, old fashioned piece of furniture that wouldn’t have been easy to find, with miniature bed posts at each corner.

What would he look like bound to the posts?

Perhaps that was a game they could play another day, if they decided to explore each other’s bodies again. No, thinking about the future, the chances of their liaison being more than a one-night stand, was not something she needed to deal with right now. Could he feel the trembling that threatened to claim her, the fear that she was doing the wrong thing? She didn’t know how to dominate someone, no matter how many naughty novels she’d read. It wasn’t the same as doing it in real life, and what if she hurt him?

“Sue?” Alan frowned. “Are you all right? You weren’t here for a moment. You look a little unsettled.”

“I’m fine, really.” He didn’t deserve her attention being split, especially when he’d done nothing to suggest he would be like the rest of them. She sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling him down to join her.

“Trust me.”

“I do.” She nodded, a soft shiver running through her body.

“Will you let me love you? Show you what it can be like in the hands of one that thinks you’re a beautiful, sensual, and strong woman? I’ve shown you that I trust you, let you take control, now I’m asking you to let me show you how I can touch you.” He reached up and cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb along the line of her jaw. “If something doesn’t feel right, if you’re afraid, or simply want to stop, all you have to do is tell me and it will end.”

She leaned into his hand, closing her eyes. “Show me what it’s like then. Please”

“Willingly,” Alan whispered and pushed her back against the bed.

Why had she given up the control he had so freely offered her earlier in the night?

Because she wasn’t a dominatrix.
It was one thing to fantasize about a man on his knees, obeying her every whim, but exploring it as more than a passing idea was another matter entirely.

But she wanted to be, a part of her needed to know what it would be like to explore that side of her nature completely. Just one brief step into that world had left her trembling with a need to know more.

His lips brushed over the curves of her breasts. Soft kisses, the wings of a butterfly caressing her flesh as he settled down onto the bed next to her. Her breasts tightened, nipples crinkling into firm points as she let herself sink into the wave of sensation. Men of his age were swift, hungry, eager to satisfy their own needs, yet Alan took his time, exploring her body with a gentle touch. His fingers teased about her nipples, then traced a soft path across her stomach towards her mound.

“Such a beautiful woman.
So soft, silken.
A real figure.
No bones, no harsh edges, just a woman in all her glory.” His voice was little more than a hungry whisper against the side of her breast.

“Alan, I’m not beautiful.”

“They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and you’re very much a glorious, beautiful woman to me.”

Glorious?

No one had ever called her that before.

“I…”

“No more words. Just relax and try to enjoy it. Please.” He teased his fingers through the soft curls that decorated her mound, not quite touching the hidden
vee
or the small bud hidden within.

Heat claimed her
labia,
the need to spread her legs, to tempt him to delve between her thighs was almost too much to bear as he closed his lips about one nipple, suckling it deep into his mouth. She groaned; her fingers tightened on the covers beneath her body.

“Please,” she murmured, lifting her hips upwards from the bed. Even if he wanted to take things slowly between them, her body already burned with the need to be touched fully, to know his body in intimate detail. “Don’t make me wait. Please.”

“A little longer.”

Why, why did she have to wait at all?

His tongue twirled about the captured nipple. His fingers teased between her lower lips, parting them until he could tap lightly against the hidden nub of sensitive flesh. Each light, swift caress rippled through her core, jerking her hips upwards until she tried to press fully onto his teasing finger.

Her thighs tensed, heels pressed against the bed.

“Do you want more?” His breath, hot and hungry, rolled over her breast.

“Yes!”

“And what do you want, exactly?”

“God, you know. I want you!” Sue whimpered. “I want to feel you inside me.”

“You want me to fuck you.”

Wicked words, they should have shamed her, but he whispered them so softly, sensually, with a gentle lick of his tongue against her eager flesh that all she could do was whimper her desire. He didn’t
stop,
the soft tap of that single fingertip against her clit continued as he spoke. She couldn’t shut it out, the pressure, the waves of hunger, need, delight -- they all rolled into one only to bubble out into a solitary word.

“Yes.”

He shifted along the bed, lifting up onto his hands as he looked down at her. He smiled; no hint of cruelty or coldness touched his gaze. His eyes were soft, almost gentle as he eased between her thighs.

Sue shivered at the touch of his thick, eager cock against her inner thigh. Was this what she had been waiting for?

“You can back out. Any time you want.”

“I don’t want to,” she growled, locking her heels behind his ass as she reached out for him. “Make love to me, please.”

He thrust into her tight confines with a cry of sheer delight. One she echoed as her inner walls clenched around his erection, lifting her hips to meet that single, filling movement. She groaned, reaching up until she tangled her fingers into his hair and dragged him down to meet her in a deep kiss.

He rolled his hips, stroking her core, teasing her inner walls into life as she clung to him, searching his mouth with her tongue. Each breath she exhaled, he shared. He groaned against her lips and pulled away from the kiss as he gulped for air.

His chest hairs tickled against her breasts.

Her fingers tightened in his hair, but this time she didn’t pull him back down for a fresh kiss. Thought no longer answered her call, she reacted to him, rocked with him, matched each thrust will a deep hip roll as her body tightened again and again on his thick, pulsing cock.

Pressure.
She couldn’t deny it any longer.
A heat that came in wave after delicious, near-painful wave, through her body, only to add to the weight.
Her inner walls felt it too and tried to clench on his cock until she could have sworn she was trying to push him out. Yet all she wanted was to keep him within her body, until the very end of time if she could just find a way to manage it.

Her vulva rippled once more on his thick erection. Pain, pleasure, pressure, and fear all rolled into one all consuming crescendo of sensation.

“Need to come,” she gasped, her thighs locking about his hips.

“Come for me, Sue, please come.” He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers. “Come with me! I’m begging you.”

That’s all she needed to hear. Her back arched from the bed, her heels pressed against the bedding, she rolled with him, bucked as her breath came in short,
sharp
gulps for air. She couldn’t see. Passion blinded her vision, claiming it until all she could do was
give
in to it.