The parameters had been predefined
He was watching me as I bent over for him, standing before Kristian, naked and vulnerable, I felt, to my own surprise, exceptionally confident. I don’t believe I could have done it, this, stood so exposed, the first time, with what could only be termed a “normal” date.
The fact that I was his, removed all necessity for decency, removed the need to hold that part of me back in fear of what he may think of me, it removed being judged for any other reason than the choice I had made.
These were all now irrelevancies, the parameters had been predefined, this was not the beginning of a potential relationship no matter what would to occur in the next hours.
That possibly had already been removed, that bridge already burnt – and in that knowledge the sex kitten had been released! Can you imagine feeling completely free?
What Happens When You Are His
“Turn around and come to me”, I stepped forward, “You are magnificent”. I blushed.
I watched him on the bed, prop himself up on the pillows and begin to remove his belt. Understanding the unspoken desire I stepped towards him, parted my legs and straddled him slightly below the waist. I pushed his hands away, he, at least, allowed me that control.
I finished removing the polished silver buckle and then moved on to the button of his navy pin-stripped pants, the fabric was already tight across his bulge. Gratefully releasing his manhood, I removed his pants and moved slightly back to take in the sight of him.
In his white shirt and white shorts, he suddenly looked much younger, a boy almost, with cropped light brown hair, freshly shaved, well-defined face and blazing blue eyes he stared back at me. I wondered what he must see when he looked at me. A woman who was in control? Or did he see past the red lips and long chocolate brown hair – façade to the girl who has absolutely no idea what she was doing, or even why she was doing it. If he did, his face did not give him away, he simply gave me a cheeky smile and I continued about my business, the business of giving him pleasure.
Slowing it down, I undid the buttons of his shirt, one by one, between lipstick kisses that left his mouth looking red and raw. Finally, when there were no buttons left to undo, I moved south but not before running my hands over his well-defined, well-groomed chest, with just the right amount of grey beginning to appear among the dark trimmed hair.
He looked good. He smelt good, I was honestly and in every way attracted to this man.
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