His Mild Touch

on as his jaw clenches tightly, but that doesn't prevent me from shyly shaking my head in disagreement. I stand before him, dressed in nothing but a yellow lace bra and matching pa

g I can eventually become comf

nd I cover my chest with my arms. Trsytan is standing naked by the bat

ath together." There is an edge to his voice that I do not dare disob

ghting a smile and he leads t

n his master's bedroom that looks like a bachelor's crib. When Trystan settles into the bathtub, I tell myself t

om

teeth chatter at the contact of cold water against my skin and he pu

turn to face him and my breasts rise above the water. My nipples harden under his

body wash. I bite my lips to stifle a moan when he runs the loofah over my nipples and sticks a

inside me. I feel empty and angry at his withdrawal, the need to pay him back pushing me to roug

. As soon as we step into the room, I hurry to change into a new set o

on't d

hed frame; when I don't give it immediately, he se

eading me by the hand to th

flaunt it," he adds when he sees me try

n makes me excited, wet even. When he asks me to lay on the bed wit

rs lightly graze my clit, making me shiver in anticipation of what is to come. He inserts two tiny balls into m

pples. Goosebumps, the good kind, crawls up my skin and I forget everything for a moment except t

y so," he mutters and I no

running down my thighs. He returns later with a bowl and retrieves a strawberry from it, his tongue swirls over it as he watches me. He bites in

at the contact of something cold on my nipples, navel and the line down my stomach. My vision ret

bear. My legs tremble and my nails dig into the sheets,

p mo

vagina. I nearly jump out of the bed in surprise and shock at the desire that

is tongue comes to stay between my breasts, licking their way down to my navel while e

pushes my hand that has come to rest on h

is fingers worked my dripping vagina. Inserting one, then another fin

easure take over me. There is no way I can stop moving, I'm too hot, my b

ovements because he turns me over, sp

am begging for but I want hi

y lips as I rub my legs against each other, going on to touch myself like he would in

stop mov

ils kisses down my neck till his lip is hovering above my entrance, his hands massaging my breasts. His breath tickles me dow

hes me a smile of approval and I am hot all over again. The tongue work resumes, this time, there's no gentlenes

s on my clit to show his displeasure. His tongue continues the good work, causing me to scream his name over

to accommodate. He thrusts into me sharply again and I cry out in pain

d shakily, jerking my hips forward so he can

nses and he backs away from me like I ha

fend. My voice is barely above a whis

g over me. I don't understand his reaction, shouldn't he be glad his wife is pure? I'd been tempted to sleep with a random gu

is voice. He walks out of the room, leaving me with an ac