I kiss her harder, wanting to get all of my passion out through affection. She arches her back up towards me, pressing her breasts against mine.
I free one hand from underneath her and go for her breast. I squeeze and feel it over her shirt. She moans into the kiss.
I love it when I can make a girl do that.
I kiss her neck. I can smell her perfume. It’s the best thing I’ve ever smelled.
I start to shove her shirt up
her body, wanting to get at the skin underneath it.
Her skin is soft and warm. I can feel goosebumps form as I run my hands over her.
I’m quickly growing tired of waiting. I start to get her clothes off as quickly as possible.
I’m too impatient and turned on to worry about sensually stripping her right now. This is all based in desperation.
I pull my clothes off as well, not wanting things to be uneven. When she’s naked, I take a moment to sit back and admire her. She’s even more beautiful than I imagined.
And I imagined that she was pretty beautiful.
I take her wrists and pin them above her head. If she’s going to act like a sub during foreplay, I’m going to make sure she follows through with it.
I start to kiss down her neck and rub my body against hers.
For the first time in a long time, I’m able to put my fears and anxieties aside. I’m not thinking about work or nannies or development plans.
I’m totally present with her. And it’s making all of this feel even more intense.
I wish I could live in this feeling. I almost don’t want to finish. When we finish, it will be over.
But for now, I get to stay right here. I get to have a beautiful woman pinned underneath me. She’s completely submitted to me, and I’m going to give her the time of her life.
I give over to all of my instincts and act purely on feeling. I don’t think. I just do.
The way she’s rubbing herself against me makes me think she’s doing the same thing. She wants the release as badly as I do.
But right now, I’m the one in charge. She’ll orgasm when I say it’s time.
Thirteen
Rachel
As I lay naked underneath Tiffany, all I can think about is how much I want her.
She has my wrists pinned above my head. I writhe naked underneath her. Her body rubs against mine and sends shocks of lust and pleasure through me.
I had always been a little curious about the acts the other girls talked about at the club at the Nook, but this is more mind-blowing than I ever thought possible.
With Tiffany, it feels natural for me to fall into a more submissive position. I feel submissive naked underneath her with my arms pinned above my head.
I know she would stop if I asked, but I don’t want her to stop. I want her to keep going.
I spread my legs more to give her full access to my body. I want her to have her way with me. She sits up a bit keeping me pinned and smiles as I move.
She reaches into the drawer next to her desk and pulls out a pair of wrist restraints. She secures my wrists in them and then attaches them to the bed.
With both of her hands now free, she runs her hands over my body. She lightly runs her nails down my torso and sits back on her knees.