Temptation and Fate IV

His skin seemed flawless. It was pale, and cold, but beautiful none the less. His muscles were smooth and strong and with one hand he held me down on the rug. Then he leaned over me and began kissing me again. This time not on the mouth but on my neck and as he did so his hand slid up under my shirt. The chill of his fingers made my nipples harden instantly and sent a shiver down my whole body. He seemed to know his way over every curve of my body as if he had studied it. He pulled me up slightly and with a simple motion unhooked my bra. He pulled the lace down and let my breasts free from their constraints. His fingers worked their way around my breasts and over my nipples, pinching them slightly. He pulled off my shirt and bra and moved his mouth down to where his fingers had been playing. Compared to the cold of his hands his warm breath made me shiver again. His hands now worked their way south to my pants, unbuttoning them and unzipping them with precision. He reached under the small of my back and lifted me slightly off the rug, enough to pull my pants off. I had never felt the sensations I was now feeling, but I never wanted them to end. 1

He had me at his command.2

He slid back up along my body so that his hips rested above mine with our legs entwined. I ran one of my hands over his stomach and chest and could feel each muscle, each perfect muscle, as it tightened and relaxed. I moved it around over his shoulders, and over his back feeling his smooth skin under my fingertips. I let my whole body relax and I could feel myself sink deeper into the rug. The soft fur played upon my skin, tickling my neck and arms. I could feel the hairs on my ankles. I could feel the weight of his body above me too, and it was comforting. His hand moved back up my side and over one breast coming to rest below my neck. He raised my head and kissed me again. My hand clenched the fur below it and the one that was on his back did the only thing I could do, it dug deeply into his skin. I had lost all control of myself and grasped him tighter trying to pull him into me, trying to break the law of physics that says no two things can be in the same place at the same time.3

When he released my mouth I apologized for the scratches and in return he simply kissed me again. He pulled me into him this time leaving no space between us. He sat up slightly, pulling me up with him, and then he rolled me over on the rug. The fur was now delicate and soft on my face and I closed my eyes to enjoy the simplicity and pleasure of my surroundings. As he began rubbing my back I let out a soft moan, he had such strength in his fingers and yet he was so gentle. He leaned over me kissing me between the shoulder blades and again on my side. I wanted to roll over so I too could kiss him and touch him, but when I tried to roll over he just pushed me back down and rubbed a little harder.4

“Please, let me enjoy you for tonight,” he whispered.5

I melted into the fur, “I am yours already,” I said with a sigh.6

“I know,” he said, “so then let me enjoy you.”7

He began rubbing me lower down on my back and on my sides. I gave out another sigh and placed my hands above my head in surrender. I could feel him remove on hand but he kept massaging me with the other. When his hand returned he ran it up and around my side and underneath to my belly. He lifted my hips and waist off the rug and I could feel the entirety of his body along mine. I was ready for him, I was ready for anything he might ask or do, and he did. He entered me from behind, gentle and rhythmic, and I immediately began to rock with him.8

“What do you like?” he asked.9

“I am yours for whatever you want.” I replied.10

“That wasn’t my question, what do you like?” he asked again, this time thrusting a little deeper and a little harder, making me release a moan from deep inside.11

“I like this,” I moaned again, “I like things a little rough, but sweet. Leather and lace I guess you could say.” I could feel his breath on my neck, “I definitely like you,” I confessed.
He didn’t say another word, but he began rocking harder and with more force and rhythm, making me moan even louder, making my breath quicken until it stopped. When my breathing changed from a pant to deep breaths that I held for a few seconds it became obvious that I was ready. He knew this as well and he slowed just enough to keep me at that point. He began kissing my neck, reaching up to move my hair out of the way. His kisses were deep and felt like he was kissing me from the inside out. He kissed my nape, and between my shoulder blades, and at the point when I could no longer contain myself he kissed me on the side of my neck. This kiss was deeper than the others, with this kiss he bit me. As my body released every tension, and as I spasmed beneath him as his servant, he bit me and drew my blood into himself.
The feeling this created is indescribable. There are no words to explain how I could feel an equal release from my lower parts as well as from my neck, but I did. As my body orgasmed, so did my mind and my nervous system. I was falling into a great hole filled with wonderful things. My whole body relaxed and my mind drifted into a fuzzy state. I remember him pulling out of me, both me and my neck, and I remember rolling over onto my back where he kissed me again on the lips. This last kiss was a gentle, sweet kiss. That is when I drifted into a deep sleep.
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