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He stood behind me, holding my neck with his arm, his other hand rubbing me through my dress. I was his, completely his - at that point where you want to orgasm so desperately you will do anything to get there.

My hips pushed forward against his hand.

“Tell me what you want,” he smiled into my ear while he slid my dress up. “Do you want more”? He knew he had me at his mercy. He knew I was captured by lust, ready to beg.

“Mmmm, yes,” I half sighed and half moaned. He slid his fingers into my panties - finding heat and wet black lace. He started very softly rubbing my clit: “like that”?

“Yes, oh god, just like that,” I moaned softly into his arm.

He slowly rubbed his fingers in circles, giving me more, but not quite enough. Teasing me with the possibility of letting me cum, but not giving me what I needed to get there.

Beyond coherence, I started making noises in my throat and pushing myself forward into his fingers. I became that lustful animalistic slut he enjoys so much. He laughed softly and paused his hands: “more”? He asked already knowing my answer. “More,” I moaned.

He led me to the bed, pulled my dress off over my head and lay me down. Leaving me clothed only in panties, bra, and frantic lust. He spread out beside me, lying on his side. Smiling at me he pushed the cup of my bra up and started playing with my nipples, pinching them with his fingers. He paused, smiled: “more”?

“Mmm, please more.” He lowered his head and gently flicked with his tongue. He ran his hand down my body and rested his fingers on top of my panties. “Open your legs,” he whispered.

I opened, immediately, not even a flicker of hesitation. Oh, God, did I ever want it.

“Wider,” he said. “I want all of you.” I fully opened myself to him instantly.

He pushed my panties aside, and slid one finger between my legs. I moaned and arched my body to push it deeper inside me. He stroked his finger in and out of me, then he smiled again arching his brow, “more”?

“More,” I managed to get out between gasps. He replaced the one finger with two and curved them up, hitting me exactly where I wanted it. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” I gasped every time his fingers slid into me as I looked away from him consumed with passion and lust.

He stopped and turned my head to look at him. “More”? he asked again.

“Oh god, yes more, please more. Oh god, don’t stop, please.”

He slid his fingers back in and brought his thumb up to play with my clit. He brought me right to the edge and then he stopped and looked at me, waiting for me to tell him what I wanted. He wanted to hear me say it.

“More,” I begged. “Oh please more. Give me more. I beg you, don’t stop, please, oh god, don’t stop.”

He started touching me again, turning my head to look him right in the eyes, slowing down if I looked away. Never breaking eye contact he lowered his head and gently licked my clit, flicking me back and forth with his tongue.

I came with an intensity that I found almost alarming. Looking in his eyes, riding his tongue.

I'll tell you a secret...I want more.