He dropped his mouth to her ear. “Relax.”
He reached out to massage her shoulders, making her tense with desire. Amy’s lust pounded in her throat. He continued to rub her shoulders from behind as he nibbled her ear. Then he slid his hands forward to undo the buttons of her dress.
“When you were presenting earlier,” he said. “I had this fantasy about bending you over and fucking you into a mind-blowing orgasm. Which is precisely what I intend to do now.”
Amy’s heart fluttered; she swallowed. He was so strong and commanding, and her body was desperate to submit to him. Still kissing her from behind, he wrapped his fingers around the straps of her dress and stripped them down, exposing her black lacy bra. Amy knew she looked good in her underwear – she wasn’t shy of her body – so she thrust out her chest and breathed deeply. He kissed her softly on the neck, then gently tied her wrists behind her back with the straps of her dress, rendering her at his disposal for whatever pleasure he wanted to give. This was a game, and she knew she could say no, but she needed him to take her all the way – as he’d promised.
He wrapped her up in his arms again, holding her in place. “Feel good?”
She panted a breathy, “yes.”
“Good.”
He draped his arm across her abdomen and eased her hips towards him, causing her to bend slightly at the waist. Amy arched her back, desperately trying to stay in control of her pulsing, trembling body.
“Damn, you’re hot,” Adam whispered.
He ground himself against her through the fabric of her dress, letting her know how aroused he was. “You’ll be screaming my name in ecstasy soon.” He skimmed his fingers between her thighs. “Naughty little thing, your panties are damp. You gonna take them off, or shall I?”
She opened her mouth, but no words came out, only her gasping breath.
He grinned. “I’ll take that as a ‘Please will you remove my panties for me, Adam?’”
She nodded and stood upright. He stepped around to face her and kissed her gently on the lips, then he sunk to his knees in front of her. Still with her hands bound behind by her dress, Amy’s hips ground hungrily – she wanted him badly and he knew it. He ran his hands up the sides of her thighs, lifting her dress as he went, and exposing her lacy panties. Burying his face in the silky material, he kissed her stomach, then he gripped her hips and ran his tongue along the top of her panties. His licking shot quivering pleasure through Amy’s body like a flighty horse in a gale. Her arousal was raw now; so intense that it was painful.
Adam peeled off her panties, then he stood suddenly and kissed her as he unfastened her dress from around her wrists. He pushed her dress to the ground, leaving her standing there in her bra, breathing heavily; trying to stay in control. He inspected her with a satisfied grin, still fully suited. It was incredibly erotic for Amy, wearing only her bra while he was fully clothed. She was vulnerable, and she loved it because – for reasons unexplained – she trusted him.
He stepped forward and kissed her hard on the lips while unhooking her bra – which he pulled off with a well-practised flourish. Then he reached out and caressed her breasts, circling his thumb gently over her nipple, and shooting ecstasy deep into her soul. He wrapped his other arm around her shoulders to hold her tight, then he lowered his head to suck and tease her tits with his tongue, swirling the pleasure up a few more notches with each lick.
Amy had never experienced such an immense throbbing pleasure. The three men she’d previously slept with hadn’t known how to do this – they’d been rough with her breasts and fondled them for their pleasure, not hers. Adam’s approach was gentle but assertive, and she suddenly felt her mind swim with an overwhelming tug towards an alternative plane of reality. She groaned loudly and gripped her fists – oh my god, she was going to have her first orgasm and he hadn’t even touched her pussy yet!
But Adam glanced up with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. “Not yet, Ms Carter. Sit down on the bed – make yourself comfortable.”
She frowned, panting with frustrated arousal. But she did as she was instructed. It was clear that he knew what he was doing.
Proud of her naked body, she sat back against the velvet padded headboard, feeling her pussy ache with desire. Adam sat casually between her legs, then bent at the waist to kiss her on the lips. He seductively licked his thumb and forefinger.
“Ready to lose control, beautiful?”
She nodded slightly, breathing hard, unable to speak from arousal.
Adam threw her a
cocky grin, then he leaned forward to kiss her neck, her collar bone, and her nipples. Amy’s mind began to swirl again. She let her head drop back, as his fingers ran up her leg, then delved between her thighs.
“Oo, you’re wet and tight,” he said. “Just how I like it.”
Amy gasped. “Oh god!”
His fingers slipped easily inside her, and he rubbed firm and fast. At the same time, his thumb gently skimmed her clit, while he continued to suck her nipple. Even though there was only one Adam, it somehow felt as if the attention was coming from all angles. The pleasure began to spiral up through Amy’s body, and she realised her consciousness was being dragged over the edge like a waterfall.
The orgasm caught deep inside, like a match striking, and she was overwhelmed with pure delight, unable to stop the ecstatic, joyful groaning. She heard herself calling Adam’s name loudly – just as he’d promised – but it came from another dimension. Amy hoped that the entire world could hear her euphoria – and she suddenly wished this wonderful pleasure upon every living being. She breathed deeply, floating in the air above reality, feeling so happy to finally understand what the fuss was all about. So fucking amazing!
She grinned, slowly drifting back to the world – but her world had changed forever now. She’d glimpsed at the secret of happiness – and how close it had been all this time! She giggled at this revelation as her eyes focused back to the room, and she saw that Adam was gazing at her with an expression of adoration and pride. He knew he’d achieved what he’d set out to do.
He threw her a playful smirk. “I was right, huh?”
Amy laughed, still relishing the embrace of the orgasm. She felt ‘at one’ with the universe – as if she was high on drugs. Amy suddenly realised that what she’d just experienced was pure power and contentment. This was liberation. If only the power of the female orgasm could be harnessed, it would emancipate womankind. She felt as if she could take on the world and win. And she realised that she probably didn’t even need Adam or any man to do this for her. Now that she’d been shown what to do, perhaps she could re-enact this herself when she got home. Yes! She’d kick out her cheating ex-boyfriend, dig out that old vibrator that she’d never bothered to use, and do this for herself.