Yours to Take Page 4

  I heard his exhale, as he took another step back and observed it. “Get on the bed.”

  The bed was covered with silk, red as blood and cold. I lay down, feeling more and more invested in our little passion play. My hand was resting on my privates, sliding up and down, sending tingles and shivers to the ends of all my nerves. It was rising slowly inside me, like wildfires are born from sparks. It was burning through me, this wish, this need to touch myself.

  He was doing it to me.

  I reached inside my panties, keeping my eyes fixed on his. We never broke the contact, not even when I blushed even more, touching myself and feeling how wet I was.

  He was leaning against the bed, one arm on the bed pole, another in his pocket. I could clearly see his outline erection. His cock was pressing hard against the fabric of his pants, craving me. I was craving Hunter too.

  “Take them off.” His voice was gruff, quiet, commanding. It allowed no debate.

  I slid my panties down, like a good girl, and pressed my knees together, fighting the need to rub my thighs against one another.

  My fingers were now rubbing the smooth skin around my cunt, palm of my hand hiding it, shivers racing through my body, making me feel like I was naked in the snow. I felt how wet I was and how red my cheeks were. I felt my racing heart pounding inside my chest. Yet it was nothing compared what happened to me when Hunter reached for his tie, loosened it and started undoing the buttons on his white shirt.

  I saw his chest slowly revealed, tight and smooth. His abs were defined, making my mouth water. I wanted to taste him. Like a little fool, I found myself hoping he would make me taste him.

  “Your hands,” he said suddenly, as he dropped his shirt onto the floor and knelt at the edge of the bed.

  My heart skipped, I held my breath and extended my arms toward him. I could guess what was about to happen, but his speed and skill surprised me nevertheless. His tie was suddenly tight around my right wrist and he crashed onto me. He did not look nearly as romantic as I had been imagining - but it was sexier than all my dreams put together. His skilled fingers pulled the tie around the wooden headboard built into the frame of the bed. He was holding my free arm above me head and the smooth silk fabric of his tie was soon wrapped around my wrist.

  With that, he moved a little up and gazed into my eyes. His eyebrows were now arched so strongly he almost looked like he was angry at me.

  I would lie if I said I was not afraid. It was not the bad kind of afraid, either. I was nervous and helpless. The fabric of his tie was tight around my wrists and I felt exposed. My breasts were completely open and if he wished to, he could easily spread my legs apart and take me.

  He did not do that.

  Instead, his lips touched mine and he kissed me. He kissed me more and harder until I felt his teeth close around my bottom lip. It stung for a moment, but he did not seem to care. His blue eyes closed as he slid down my neck, sucking on my skin and making my whole body wiggle.

  I felt his hands touch my hips, one slowly sliding up along my side until the palm of it circled my breast. He cupped it and followed its round line, his thumb touching my nipple.

  Air felt stuck in my throat as he played with my nipple - I felt it stiffen and become tiny. He felt it too, because he moved his head down and bit it. It was a gentle sort of a bite. He only bit the tip of it, for half a heartbeat, before letting it go. I inhaled, and good thing I did, because he bit my nipple again and I felt my throat close.

  His lips traced my skin, massage my breasts and navigate their way to my other nipple. He sucked on it until it became just as tiny as the other one, and was biting it every now and then. I would have moaned, but I could not find my voice.

  I heard myself panting, but only a few short times, only between my breaths.

  My eyes were closed, but I heard him unzip his trousers and push his head up, his lips on my ear. “Are you ready?”

  “Mhm,” was all I could say. Even that was too straining at that point. I could not keep still. I was burning with desire, tingling with excitement, wanting to rip myself free with lust.

  I felt the head of his cock press against my cunt, lightly at first. He groaned as he pushed himself inside of me, sending bursts of excitement through my body. His hands cupped my breasts, then squeezed as he shoved himself deeper in me. His cock was long and big - that much I could tell without looking. And smooth as well. I felt the skin of his abdomen grind against mine and I found it so hot I wanted to scream. He was completely smooth down there.

  He shoved his thickness deeper and harder until whatever had been clogging my throat broke and I moaned, filling the room with wails of pleasure. He took it as sign and propelled his pace, harder, faster, harder, faster, until I felt a fine layer of sweat covering my skin. His hands were squeezing my breasts, ever tighter, until it hurt. But I liked it. I loved it. I wanted it to hurt.

  Before I knew it, the sheer pleasure of being used like this burst in an explosion of excitement and joy. I wanted to laugh, and weep, and scream for him to fuck me. I could not make the words roll from my lips. I was panting and wailing while Hunter groaned. He bit my ear so hard that I had to jerk my head free of him.

  I moved it back quickly, to let him do it again.

  My breaths were growing shorter, quicker, until they stopped altogether.

  It was rising inside of me. It was rising ever higher until I opened my mouth and no sound came out. Just like that… Just like that…

  I jerked my hands but the constrains of Hunter’s tie reminded me how trapped I was. I kept jerking them, while Hunter kept intensifying and the whole bed was rocking under us, slamming against the wall.

  A scream broke out and I realized it was me. Dizzy, blinded, trapped, I was screaming as I reached the climax. Pure pleasure was all I could feel, all over my body.

  He quickened his pace. I looked at him, his eyes shut and eyebrows curved. He was about to orgasm. Sweat was covering both our faces, my eyes were teary but I could see a glow of the candles on his face. He was as beautiful as an angel. He looked like a god. We were panting, quicker, quicker, quicker until he suddenly pulled himself up and out of me. He grabbed his cock and my eyes widened when I saw its size. He jerked it for a few short moments and grunted loudly. Hot cum sprayed from the tip of his thickness, landing all over my torso.

  He fell down on me, his head buried in my breasts. His breath was hot as he calmed himself down. My heart was beating out of my chest and I could hardly inhale a single full breath of air. He was just the same.

  This intensity between us was something I had never felt before.

  His arms wrapped around my torso as he pushed himself up and rested his head on my shoulder.

  My hands were growing numb - only now could I feel it.

  “Are you alright?” he asked after minutes and minutes of silence and breathing.

  “I…” It was hard to speak. The airy whisper was all I could manage. “I don’t think I was ever this happy.”

  It was more than true. I had never felt better. Until the next moment, when Hunter tightened his grip around me and pulled me closer. Our bodies pressed tight together, hot and sweaty, but above all, simply beautiful.

  He opened his eyes again and looked into mine. Ice shattered, and all I could see was the warmth of his gaze. The corners of his lips smiled as he leaned and kissed me.

  Oh, the things I wanted him to do to me…