Thirsty Ch. 02

She followed him into the tiny bathroom, stood quietly while he turned on and adjusted the water. She appeared to be calm on the outside, but on the inside her emotions were tumbling. She was excited, nervous, anxious, happy, elated all at one time. Her breath caught in her chest when he turned back to her. His eyes were soft and his smile gentle. He stood motionless, and just looked at her. She watched as his eyes slowly wandered over her disheveled appearance. She had a fleeting notion to cover herself, but she knew that wasn't what he wanted. Instead, she stood a little straighter, proud that he took pleasure in looking at her.

She took a few short steps to him, closing the distance between them. She ran her hands up his sides, splaying her fingers across his chest, ran them down to his stomach, and back up to his neck. She looked up into his eyes as she kicked off her mules, thus diminishing her height a few inches.

With slow calculated movements, she began to unbutton his shirt, her eyes never leaving his. She pulled his shirt free from his trousers, astonished, as her wrist brushed over his crotch that he was hard again. She slid her hands back up his torso and pushed the shirt off of his shoulders. He remained still, but she noticed a slight tremor as her fingers rippled over his chest. She slipped her hands under his t shirt, and stepped even closer to him, as she pulled the t shirt up and over his head. As he shook the shirt off his arm, she took that moment to admire his body. She leaned her face in close and inhaled. With a low throaty moan she let her hands roam all over his torso. Her fingertips brushed over his skin, swirled over his chest.

"You have a beautiful body." She whispered, and was rewarded with his rich deep laughter.

She brushed her lips across his nipple, and swirled her tongue across his chest to brush her lips across the other nipple. He dragged his hands up to frame her face, and leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips.

He watched her slowly remove his clothing. He saw the tenderness in her eyes turn to passion when she took in his bare chest. He moaned when her lips brushed against his flesh. He needed to taste her lips, pull her lips from his skin. She had no idea of what kind of fire she was playing with. He kissed her softly, intending to squelch some of that fire. It didn't work. She pressed her lips harder to his, and deepened the kiss. Her fingers combed through his hair as she pulled his head to hers. He fought to maintain control. He did not want to hurt her, but the beast within was slowly taking over.

He knew her fires were burning out of control, her need for him grew as fast as his for her. He felt her press her bare chest to his as their tongues dueled. The combination of the steamy bathroom, the flesh on flesh contact, and the hunger in their kiss unleashed the beast.

He grabbed her ass and lifted her to him. In one long stride he had her back against the cold tiled wall. He ground his cock to her pelvis- she kissed him harder. He pressed his thigh against her heat- she rocked her hips against his thigh. His fingers dug into her ass cheeks – she dug hers into his and pulled him tighter to her. They were evenly matched, desire for desire, want for want, need for need. With a deep primal growl he ripped the bodice of her negligee from her body. She pushed his trousers over his hips in response. He knew she wanted him to fill her, and fill her he would.

He called on every inner resource to pull back away from her. She looked at him with hungry bewildered eyes. Her lips were puffed and swollen from the scraping of his beard. Her skin flushed and coated with a nice sheen of sweat. He took a step back to her, and immediately saw relief in her eyes. Instead, he reached forward and yanked up on her g string. He pulled it tight, as it separated her labia. He yanked again and heard her yelp as it dragged across her clit. He grabbed and twisted her nipple with his other hand, and watched her squirm. He toyed with the g string; he loosened and then tightened his grip. He smiled as he watched her eyes grow dark and hard, as though she refused to give in. He chuckled as he saw her body writhe in direct contradiction to what her eyes said. He enjoyed watching her fight herself, although he knew it mattered not in the end. His mind flashed back to only moments before, to that exact moment he felt her submit to him. It was a moment he would relive over and over. The exact moment she gave herself to him.

He decided to step up the torment. In one swift movement he tore the g string and threw it across the room. He pushed his fingers between her thighs and shoved two of them up her dripping channel. He held back his groan as he felt her juices coat his fingers. He gave her a slight nod as he pulled on her nipple. He saw her eyes flutter with uncertainty, she was unsure of what his nod meant. A slow smile crept along his face, and his eyes narrowed to slits He was not going to give her any further help.

She had challenged him with her eyes, she knew that now. She wanted him, and she knew he wanted her. She would show him that she could and would be able to handle and accept his teasing. Now she wondered whether that was the best thing to do. When he ripped the g string off, she had been certain that he'd give her his cock and satisfy the both of them- obviously that didn't happen. She almost came on his fingers when he shoved them up inside her. He just held them deep, there was no more room for him to push deeper, as it was he had her on her toes, and he was still pressing.

What was the nod for? What did he expect her to do? What could she do? He had her impaled on his fingers and was squeezing the hell out of her nipple. Good Lord, what did he want?

He began to wiggle the fingers rooted inside her. Instantly she felt her knees buckle. She dropped from her toes to flatfoot. As a result his palm cupped her sex; the heel of his hand pressed against her clit. Her hands shot out and gripped his forearms for support. She saw his eyes narrow and began to panic. Her eyes rolled into their sockets as he pinched her nipple harder. She felt her pussy throb against his fingers as a rush of heat settled in her core. She had to decide on something fast, she didn't want to displease him by doing nothing, but on the other hand she ran the risk of not doing what he wanted her to do. She felt his hand twist, causing his hand to rub against her clit. Her hips gyrated involuntarily. She felt herself losing the battle, succumbing to his knowing gestures. She wanted to fly to whatever place he wanted to bring her to, but she knew he wanted something from her.

He watched her, intent on her struggle to stay on this earthly plane. He knew she didn't know what he wanted of her. He was content to let it stay that way, for it was nothing in particular he wanted, he just wished to see what she would do. He felt her body melt to his touch, he was pleased at how easy it was to get her to let go now. He kept the pressure of his palm on her clit, but began to move his fingers in and out of her. He heard her moan, and felt her fingers nails dig into his arms. He twisted her nipple harder, and watched her body lean into the twist as she cried out.

Her eyes sought his; he just nodded at her again. He grasped the other nipple and pinched. He felt her clamp down on his fingers, as he felt the increase in the flow of her juices. Each time she responded to his finger fucking, he stopped all movement. He watched the frustration wash over her face as she fought against reacting. He knew she couldn't, his woman just needed to move. He felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him, as he repeated that simple phrase to himself again- His woman. He looked at her again, as he pinched and pulled each nipple, swiftly alternating between the two. He drove his fingers deep inside her and waggled them back and forth. She groaned as her head fell back against the wall- her eyes rolled back into their sockets.

Damn it, what was the son of a bitch up to! She thought. Why won't he tell me what he expects? He's just waiting for me to do the wrong thing, I know it, but I can't NOT do anything either. Damn it! Oh God, what is he doing to me? I can't hold on much longer. Damn him!

She pulled her head off the wall, and stared him deep in the eye, almost defiantly. He looked back, his eyes cold, hard, and calculating. It was almost as if he dared her to move again. It was almost as if he could read her mind, her soul, he knew how to play her body to his rhythm. He tuned her responses to suit his needs. He nodded again, as if answering every question in her head.

As if a sudden realization dawned on her, she dropped to her knees, his swollen throbbing cock at her lips. He dragged his honey coated fingers up her body as she sank. She turned her head to his fingers, opened her mouth and eagerly sucked her sweetness from them. She offered a throaty growl as he teased her mouth and lips with the gentle in and out movement of his fingers.

This time her hands were free to roam his flesh, and roam they did. She cupped his muscular calves as she leaned into his body. Her breasts grazed his thighs as she rocked her body from side to side. She gently applied pressure as she moved her hands up the back of his legs, around to the front of his thighs.

As her tongue lapped and flicked about his digits, her own digits came up to cup and knead his balls. She moaned as she felt the weight of them in her hands. She looked up at him, her eyes soft and loving. It was her turn to show him the attention he had shown her. It was her turn, to feast upon his manhood. She pulled her mouth from his fingers, and kissed his inner thighs. She savored the taste of his skin, as she made her way to his cock. Her fingers encased his thick shaft and squeezed gently. She rolled her face over his balls, and inhaled his masculine scent. She felt a surge of desire flow throughout her body. She gave in to her desire, and rubbed her face all over his groin. She brushed her lips over his shaft over and over- enveloping all that was him to her. She freed her mind of all worries on what was to come and instead let herself go.

She sunk even lower and pressed her hand between his thighs to nudge them further apart. Her finger tips grazed his balls and slid farther back, gently massaging the sweet spot between his testes and anus. She heard him moan as he pressed his cock to her face. She pressed her lips to his pulsing shaft, and softly kissed every exposed throbbing inch from the base of his cock up to his thick head. With her free hand, she massaged his balls. She pulled his cock to her lips and lovingly bathed his skin with her tongue, slow soft licks until his flesh glistened with her saliva.

Her hips rocked as she slid her lips to the tip of his head and kissed him lightly. She pressed her lips together and pushed slowly. His bulbous head slowly disappeared between the tight seal of her lips, until he popped through into her eager wet mouth. Her tongue swirled his silky flesh, her hands gripped his thighs as she teased his shaft with her lips. She took him in slowly, and pulled back fast, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Her tongue pressed flat against him. She felt his hands twist in her hair, as he urged himself deeper in her mouth, each time she pulled back. She heard him growl in frustration, and she knew then that he was pleased.

His head fell back as he felt her lips close around him. He closed his eyes and gave into the sensations she was creating, the pleasure that mouth was giving him. He would allow her the latitude to suck him at her pace, although he wanted nothing more than to fuck those beautiful lips again. He enjoyed taking her mouth watching those beautiful eyes grow wider as he forced his cock into her throat. His thoughts traveled back to the feel of her throat closing in around him, how her muscles massaged his cock. He wound his hands in her hair encouraging her to take him in again, but she pulled back. He gripped her head tighter in his hands and growled his frustration. He knew she needed this time to show his cock the attention, her attention. He waited patiently for her to work her mouth down his shaft, his hips rocked with the rhythm she set. He held her head as she fully engulfed his thick throbbing member, and was rewarded with a low lusty moan.

She ministered to his cock slowly and eagerly. Her lips caressed his flesh gripping him tight as her mouth plunged lower and lower. She felt his hands grip her head as his hips began to rock. She closed her mouth tighter around him and felt him throb. She took him deeper into her mouth, until her nose was pressed up against his groin. She moaned heartily as his hands held her there. She loved the feel of his cock sliding down her throat; pleased and excited because she felt him slide with ease.

She pulled her mouth off quickly, and rolled his shaft and head about her lips, and looked up at him. Her fingers caressed and kneaded his balls as she stroked him gently. She knew he would love to fuck her face again, but this was her time, and she was going to suck him the way she wanted to.

His eyes met hers. He watched her lips and tongue tease him. She knew how to suck cock and he was going to enjoy having her do it—often. Her lips slid over his head and held fast. She kept the seal tight as her tongue swirled and teased. He looked down into her bright shining eyes. Eyes that told him anything he needed to know. Her eyes spoke volumes, no matter which expression she wore. He knew she wasn't aware of it, nor would he tell her. He was pleased to see her eyes shine right now, full of lust, full of desire to please.

He watched as her hips undulated, acutely aware of how she inched her knees further apart. He knew how wet she was, how excited she was with her mouth on his cock, pleasing him her way, worshipping his manhood. He licked his lips and tasted her nectar on them, her sweet juice- his juice.

With a hearty roar he lifted her up from her knees and pushed her back against the wall. His mouth claimed hers; his lips crushed hers as his tongue plunged into her mouth. He sought, demanded, claimed.

Their lips slid against one another, teeth scraped, tongues danced. He pressed her body to the wall, and his hands took command of her flesh. His fingers dug, pinched, twisted, and caressed. He roughly pushed his knee between her thighs and pressed his thigh against her heat and felt her grind on him. Her honey coated his skin.

With a groan, he captured her wrists and pulled her arms above her head. He grasped both her wrists in his large hand, stretching her body tighter against his. His cock wedged between them. He felt her hips rock, rubbing her clit against his thigh. He knew she needed a release.

He kissed down her neck biting the tender flesh as he traveled down. He licked, nipped, and sucked the gentle swell of her breasts. He heard her whimpers, felt her pussy press harder against his thigh. His lips locked on her nipple his fingers locked on the other. He sucked one pinched and rolled the other. He pulled hard on her ring and heard her yelp, but felt more of her juices flow from her. He felt her body betray her; he knew what she needed, what she craved even before she did.

He dragged her hands down in front of her, wrists still locked in his hand. She looked at him with lust crazed eyes, her lips parted- her chest heaving. He reached down to his pants on the floor and deftly pulled the belt from the loops. He watched her eyes widen in disbelief. His mouth twisted into a sinister smirk as he wound the belt around her tiny wrists, and tied it off. He threw her hands above her head, mashed his body to hers and crushed his lips to hers.

He pulled her sideways by her wrists, and felt her groan in the kiss as her ass slid against the rough wall. With a foot he slammed the bathroom door shut, lifted her wrists, and looped the belt over the hook on the back of the door. Her body pulled taut until just her toes touched the cold tile.

He pulled himself away, took a step back and looked into her eyes. Her sparkling eyes, now dark with desire, looked back at him. She squirmed against the door, pulled against the hook. She didn't feel any give, and knew she was securely fastened. The tips of her toes barely grazed the floor. She looked up at him as he stepped closer to her again. Her lips parted with a soft sigh. The look in his eyes told her he was beyond hungry, he was a man starved, and would take until his hunger was sated. She squeezed her thighs together to try to calm the throbbing ache in her loin. She saw his eyes dart to her mound and slowly travel up until once again he met her gaze with his hard stare.

"Have a problem my pet?" He queried. "Do you like the feel of being bound to the door, not knowing what I will do next? Tell me pet...tell me what you feel right now."

She watched him take another step closer. Her mind struggled to find the words. How can I possibly describe how I'm feeling when I don't know myself? What am I going to tell him- "good" just isn't good enough?

"I'm waiting my pet." He whispered at her ear.

"I don't know how to tell you what I'm feeling Sir." She said meekly. Her body rolled against the door, her thighs rubbed together. She felt his fingers tracing circles over her stomach. She wanted to close her eyes and just lose herself in the feelings he created, but she knew that he was waiting.

"My heart is racing Sir; my thoughts are running wild, not knowing what you may do next. My skin is tingling, my entire body is aflame. I am aching to feel your cock inside me." She replied, and looked at him expectedly.

"Very good pet." He replied slowly as he looked her in the eye- his fingers trailed lightly down her stomach.

She breathed a sigh of relief, only to catch her breath again as his teeth locked onto her small ring and pulled. Her head fell back against the door as the sharp pull resonated throughout her body.

He felt her tremble as he pulled on her ring. He pushed his fingers between her thighs and pinched her clit. He felt her hips thrust forward and her legs part for him. He pulled harder with both his teeth and fingers. He heard her low moan, felt her body quiver. He stood up and again leaned in to taste her lips.

He felt her body immediately responded to his. Her back arched to him, her hips ground against him. A low growl erupted from deep as his tongue dove into her mouth. His hands flew over her flesh. She shifted her body so the full length of his cock pressed against her stomach. He heard her whimper as he rocked his hips so their bodies stroked his cock in unison.

His fingers continued to pinch and pull on her clit. He felt her quiver and tremble as his mouth devoured her breasts. His movements became more frenzied as he moved down her stomach. He could smell her sex calling to him. He felt her helplessness, her need for him which fueled his own. He felt his cock throb; he ached to sheath himself in her warmth. First, he thought, things first. He kissed his way across her bare mound. His tongue flicked the sensitive skin at the top of her slit. He felt her tilt her hips as if to invite him into her silky folds.

He pulled his hand from her clit and spread her thighs wide. He extended his tongue and flicked her clit. He heard her gasp and felt her body shake. He dropped to his knees and put a leg over each shoulder. As he supported her weight, his tongue dipped into her sopping pussy. He curled his tongue and drew her honey into his waiting lips. His hands curled up under her ass and he pulled her hard onto his mouth. He wrapped his lips around her pussy once more and sucked her juices from her. His tongue slipped inside her slick hole and pistoned in and out. He felt her body rock back and forth as small yelps filled the now steamy room.