Sienna’s Seduction – Part IV

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Minidevilette© 2012 His blood thundered through his veins as he let the sound of her voice wash over him, the sweetest three syllables he thought he ever heard in his life. Certainly the most anticipated. Surrender. And he wasn’t going to give her any time to wonder if she’d made the right decision. He rolled his thumb over her pliant lower lip again, pulling it down from her teeth before running the tip of his tongue along the velvety inside edge. He felt the passing of the air she sucked in at the tickling sensation he created and the warmth of her whimper as it escaped past his lapping tongue. Her hands crept down his forearms to grip his sleeves as she pushed her breasts flat against the solid wall of his torso and tried to catch his questing tongue with her lips but he deftly avoided her attempts to fuse them together. He just held her face still and kept licking at her mouth; small flicks at the corners, long sweeps along the edge of her lips, plunging thrusts behind her teeth before nipping at her lower lip and sucking gently, all while deflecting her increasingly frantic lips. Sienna squirmed to get closer to him, as if insinuating herself beneath his skin would bring about the fusion of their mouths. Although her movements managed to elicit a hiss from him he still continued to leisurely play with her, teasing her parted lips with the promise of devouring her but never completing the final step to bring the eventuality about. He felt the sharp graze of her teeth on the edge of his tongue as she tried to bite him. “Play nice,” he mocked gently. Her fingers dug into his biceps and he was pleasantly surprised by the strength in her small hands. “Jesus, just kiss me,” she implored. She felt him smile. “I am,” he pointed out. “No you’re not,” she breathed. “I’ve been kissed before – this isn’t it.” Her admission sent a shaft of jealousy through him and he briefly damned her previous lovers to a very exclusive place in Hell before he stored the thought away for later analysis. “You’re right. Kissing is for kids,” he said, sucking her lip between his before releasing it. “I’m going to fuck your mouth with my own.” Images of him fucking her mouth with something besides his own crashed through the front of her mind but spun away endlessly as he thrust his thumb into the corner of her mouth and swept his tongue into the dark recess. Moaning, she tried to catch him, briefly engaging the agile muscle invading her mouth, registering the sweet taste of bourbon lingering on the miniscule bumps that were his tastebuds, before he swiftly withdrew to nip at her lips again. Although the plunges into her mouth became deeper, his occupancy longer, to her intense dissatisfaction he continued in this vein; advance, tease, retreat and loiter frustratingly before repeating the sequence again and again, always there but never fully engaging Ataşehir escort bayan until Sienna thought she would scream at him. Whenever she tried to end the game herself he would start the bittersweet torture again, not from the point of her interference but from the start, with those miserly, short excursions and butterfly nibbles, until on a demoralised sigh she finally stopped trying to kiss him and let him do as he would. He felt the precise moment she gave herself over to him and triumph flooded through him like a gift of elixir from Heaven. Her jaw relaxed in his palms and her mouth softened beneath his questing onslaught as he finally melded their lips together and proceeded to obliterate every preconceived idea she’d ever harboured about kissing as he laid waste to her acquiescent entrance. Like a free flowing river that had broken its banks he swept into her, his tongue swirling fluidly around the cavern of her mouth to engage her own in a skilful advance-and-retreat duel of muscles. The taste and smell of him slammed through her sinuses and flooded her brain and she tried to anchor herself against the rush of sensation that was threatening to overwhelm her, making her lips tingle and triggering an intense buzzing sound somewhere in the top of her skull. Her heart skipped along at its own terrifying pace beneath her breast as her lips clung to his and she registered that her fingertips had speared into his hair at some point, insinuating themselves into the inky silk and loosening the braid at the base of his skull. As she responded to him with increasing abandon he curled his hands around her waist and dragged them up her near naked back, his fingers pulling at the bows holding her top secure beneath her shoulder blades. Hidden by the waist length hair flowing around them, he ran his palms under her now loose top and up her ribs as she rapaciously thrust the sinuous length of her tongue into his mouth. His long fingers pressed briefly into the cage of her ribs before he slid his thumbs into the deep, heated crease created by the weight of her breasts. Her short fingernails elicited a series of shivers from him as they scraped along his skull and she squirmed rhythmically on his lap as he broke their kiss to chafe her chin with his teeth. He inhaled the scent drifting from her as her body heated with arousal, a combination of lusting woman and something flowery and he wanted to push his tongue into the source of that scent so badly he was nearly shaking. Keeping his thumbs wedged firmly beneath her breasts he stretched out his fingers and caught her hair in them, slowly winding her head back until the soft column of her throat was exposed to him. Through hooded eyes he watched hers drift shut, lips parted slightly as she panted softly, the flush of desire Escort Ümraniye on her porcelain skin giving her a soft rosy glow that filled him with possessive satisfaction. His eyes skimmed lower to the throat that he had bared and he experienced the insane urge to bite the thin membrane covering the erratically jumping proof of her elevated heart rate. He dragged his teeth over the pulse point beneath her jaw then licked over the front of her neck as she swallowed and was rewarded with a ragged whimper from her. He nuzzled her neck with his lips and circled his thumbs up and over the swells of her breasts to rub over the aching peaks of her nipples. She leaned back slightly, supported solely by the strength of his hands and her hold in his hair and put enough distance between their upper bodies to encourage the continuation of his caress. It meant losing the sensation of his warm breath on her throat but she felt amply compensated by the freedom it gave his thumbs to linger at their current pastime. He marvelled at how sensitive the pad of a thumb could be. That previously unthought-of part of his body suddenly seemed like the most sublime sense he possessed as he used it to circle her nipples. He had nothing but praise for Mother Nature as he investigated every nuance of the pebbled points beneath her top, amazed at how distinctly he could detect every bump, ripple and flat plane of her puckered aureoles. He released her hair to free his fingers to explore her bounteous globes more thoroughly and she immediately recaptured his mouth, delving inside with her tongue, moaning with quiet abandon as he massaged her breasts. They were soft and heavy and filled his considerable palms to overflowing and as much as he would like nothing better than to strip off the offending material hiding them and lift her to his mouth, he was also becoming aware of a change in the ambience they had cocooned themselves in. Sienna’s hands had slipped under his shirt and she rucked up the material with alarming efficiency to expose his sculpted abs and pectoral muscles, purring deep in her throat as she smoothed her palms over him. Outside of the periphery of his direct focus he could detect the movement of bodies to their right, not ten feet away on the landing outside the club’s doors and his aural perception kicked in to clue him to the unique change in atmosphere particular to a club winding down for the night. On the heels of this awareness was the crushing precariousness of their surroundings. He broke away from the lip lock Sienna had him in the throes of and tried to look at their position objectively. He, the manager, was sitting in the semi-darkness outside the club he’d been given carte blanche to manage, straddled by the delectably aroused body of a ‘client’ upon who’s breasts he had his hands Bostancı escort as she tried to crawl down this throat. Add to these facts the further fact that he’d admittedly accosted her and then gleefully seduced her into this position and there was no way on God’s green earth that anyone would mistake them as being involved in just a casual embrace. But, fuck, her breasts fit his hands so completely and her sighs were like high fives to his ego that he just wanted the world to go away so he could eat her alive in peace. Right. Damage control, he reminded himself and he tried to clear his way through the lust induced fog clouding his usual razor sharp acumen. While he tried to think with his brain instead of his raging dick, she clasped his face and fused her mouth to his again and he was immediately swept back into the flow he’d so briefly pulled himself out of. He could hear people talking, a few girls giggling while loud mouthed men, brimming with the bravado that only alcohol can provide, made lewd suggestions and catcalls at the simpering women. Like a drowning man clamouring for air he struggled to resurface from the erotic aura he’d encouraged her to create with him. “Sienna, we need to stop,” he whispered hoarsely. “Uh-ugh,” she denied as she scattered biting kisses along his clenched jaw. “Don’t stop.” She reached down to the hem of her top and started to drag it up so she could press her naked breasts flush against the heated skin of his chest that she’d previously exposed. Her intent became apparent to him with alarming exactitude. “Jesus Christ, Irish, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he hissed as he jerked the raised hem back down. “I need to feel you,” she answered blindly, trying to pry his fingers off the satin. He captured her wrists to still them and spoke in a low rush into her ear, “Heads up, gorgeous. I want you plastered all over me like paint too but we’re in a public place here and I don’t know what your views on voyeurism are but when I finally take you, I don’t particularly want to turn it into a Cecil B DeMille production, true?” As if to reiterate his point, background sounds began to filter through to her, foremost being the grating nasal tones of a woman as she exclaimed with equal parts surprise and excess volume, “Fuck me! Is that your boss?” “What?” another woman said distractedly. “There. I’m sure that’s tall, dark and dangerous.” “Christ on a crutch,” she heard him mutter as he pushed her face into the crook of his neck, whether to protect her reputation or his she didn’t know but she was content to hide there until the women absented themselves. Especially as Sienna remembered the peep show she had just been about to put on, oblivious or not. “Well, well, well. It would seem it is,” drawled the uppity barmaid Sienna had annoyed earlier with her drink order. “Although why he’d want to dip his wick in that thing is beyond me,” she added scathingly. Sienna’s head shot up from the warm hollow of his throat and she bent a look from hard green eyes at the skinny shot shooter who was standing amongst a small group of similarly emaciated women. “Merrill,” he growled warningly.

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