Shiver

by Roberts, Flora

  He plugs his iPod in. From the other side of the room, I hear the beginnings of thumping start to flow, as “Hands All Over” begins to play. The song is one of my favorites. The erotic beat sends a shiver down my already sensitive skin with each punctuated note.

  I can already feel that my panties are soaked, and probably beyond ruined.

  "I didn't tell you to stop, Lilith," he grounds out, lifting himself off of the bed.

  With my gaze still planted firmly to the floor, I take notice as his feet move, and then he is directly behind me, whispering in my ear. "Unless you want me to rip your fucking clothes off of you, you will continue undressing yourself. Do you understand me, Lilith? Because I will not say it again."

  "Y...yes, Sir." My body visibly quakes. His hot breath dances across the shell of my ear, blazing a fiery path down my neck.

  "That’s my girl." He grips several locks of my hair and gently pulls my head back so that my eyes are on him. "Now do as you’re told. I'm tired of waiting on you."

  He releases my hair and for a brief moment, I notice an uncertain look flash across his beautiful face, like he’s wondering if I can handle his demanding behavior.

  How can he not know that I live for this? That I crave this? I have to have this. This is what we agreed on. We need this.

  I place my hands behind my back, slowly drawing the zipper down on my skirt. I take my time, the teeth unlatching with each deliberate drag. I reach up to pull my bra strap off my shoulder and, before I can do so, my actions are stopped by a firm grip to my waist.

  My lover slowly licks the skin right below my ear. "Keep the bra and panties on.You are such an exquisite woman. Your curves drive me fucking insane." I can’t help but moan as he firmly grips both of my hips and starts to graze my ass cheeks with his fingertips, giving them a tight squeeze. "Do you like that, little girl?"

  "Yes, Sir."

  "Yes, Sir, what?" There’s a glint of humor lacing his voice. "Tell me. Tell me that you like it."

  "Yes. Yes I like it," I say, breathlessly, as I press my back into his chest.

  "That's a good girl, Lilith. Always make me happy. Always." At his words he pulls at my sides so that my ass is flush against his crotch. It never ceases to amaze me how hard he gets when we are together. "Do you feel what you do to me? My cock it always hard for you, always ready to pound that tight pussy."

  The way the words sound as they drip from his smooth lips sends sparks straight to my core.

  "I want to see your perfect, pink lips wrapped around my hard cock,” he says, placing a chaste kiss on my neck. “Get yourself ready, Lilith. I'm going to go take a shower."

  I knew the drill; we’ve done this in the past.

  I grab a pillow off of the bed and place it on the floor next to the bedside. I kneel on the pillow, head down, hands folded in my lap, and impatiently wait for him to return.

  The first time he had me this way I was on pins and needles, not sure if I was coming or going. It was a new sexual venture for me, and my nerves were shot to hell. I had never considered myself submitting to a man, especially when it came to any of his needs. Doing what I was told to do had never been an option, at least I didn’t allow there to be an option. Not before our “meetings” started.

  Time seems to pass at a snail’s pace when I finally hear the shower shut off. I see him out of the corner of my eye as he walks out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel slung low on his waist.

  He doesn’t always demand that my gaze be averted from his amazing body. There have been several times that he’s requested different things from me, and being visually attentive has been one of them.

  I know exactly what his body looks like, right down to the sexy, intricate tattoos that cover his arms and chest. The way the dark dragon the wraps around his arm and snakes up his neck, and the definition of the muscles under his taut, tanned skin.

  Before I can get another thought in about his amazing physique, he sits on the edge of the bed, inches from my face. The sound of his even breathing and the seductive way he licks his lips makes my pussy throb with need.

  "Get over here, Lilith. I want your mouth on me."

  I straighten my back, never looking directly at him, as I lift my hands to unwrap the present I’ve been yearning for.

  I slowly slip my hands up his thighs, until my fingers find the knot in the towel secured right on his hip. I slowly pull at each side of the cotton material and slip it loose. My breath catches as his hard-on springs free.

  It never fails that my eyes widen each and every time I see his impressive length.

  "Suck it," he says. His patience is skating on thin ice. "Put my cock in your mouth and suck it. Now."

  I know how my lover likes it. If he could have me open-mouthed all the time, he probably would.

  And...I'd most definitely let him.

  I grip his shaft. I stroke him from base to tip. His fingers lace through my hair. It doesn’t hurt. He pulls just enough to let me know that he’s here with me.

  I give the underside of his cock a slow, languid lick, before wrapping my lips around the swollen tip, sucking it lightly. I like to tease him with a tiny flick of my tongue. Hell, he fucking loves it when I do.

  He hisses. "Goddamn." He thrusts his hips farther toward my wet mouth. "Fuck, little girl. Are you trying to kill me?" I love it when he talks like that.

  I smile inwardly, knowing this drives him crazy. I continue my slow ministrations and run my tongue across the tiny slit, pre-cum weeping. My lover begins to thrust harder, slamming down my throat, and I take it for what it is: a sign that I need to hurry and suck harder.

  He lightly presses a hand against my shoulder. "Enough teasing, Lilith." His teeth are clenched, his face agonized. "Prepare yourself."

  I release his erection, clasping my hands behind my back. As he stands up from the bed, I relax my throat, preparing it for his intrusion. He grips his cock and traces the silky head across my lips. A drop of pre-cum pearls at the tip. I quickly lap it up.

  I do as he asks, closing my eyes and opening my mouth. I flatten my out tongue right before he slips his throbbing erection into my mouth. I moan as the silky, velvety skin glides across my tongue.

  There’s no way I don’t know what’s coming. No way I don’t want it. Aching for it, I brace myself for what I’m about to get.

  “Open your eyes, Lilith.” His voice is hoarse and needy. “I want you to open your eyes and look at me when I finally fuck your hot mouth.”

  The emphasis he puts on that one word, sends me into a frenzy of pure lust.

  I take in a breath through my nose and calm my jittery form.

  He slowly pushes past my lips. His heady scent takes over my senses and I want all of him. Everything he has to give.

  He nudges farther. Half buried in my hungry mouth, he grunts and pushes forward. After a few steady passes, he grabs a fistful of my hair, grips it tightly, and then slams his cock to the back of my throat. I try not to gag as I steadily breathe in and out through my nose.

  I manage to keep my throat relaxed letting him mercilessly fuck my mouth. His hand still clutching onto my hair, pulling my head forward to meet his savaging thrusts.

  "Relax it more, Lilith.” A guttural moan ruptures from his lips. “Take me deeper."

  My whimpers of pleasure are recognized. He inches his steely cock out of my mouth and looks down at me. His eyes soften. I know that he worries about me. There’s no question. He always worries about me.

  I shake my head, letting him know that I’m okay and he doesn’t need to stop. I see the recognition in his eyes. I relax my throat as quickly as I can manage right before he drives his cock back into my mouth deeper and farther than before. He holds onto my hair with both of his hands and I concentrate on my breathing, pushing my head towards each of his thrusts.

  "You look so fucking hot with my cock down your throat.

  I moan around his length, urging him to continue. I want this too much to let him stop.
r />   A knowing look flashes across his face as his hips begin to buck faster, harder, relentlessly.

  My throat goes numb.

  "That’s it, baby. Almost there!"

  Elation courses through me, as his body trembles before my eyes.

  I do this to him.

  I can feel his erection pulsating in my mouth and quickly hollow out my cheeks to help push along his orgasm. I reach up and cup his balls, and massage where I know he loves it the most.

  "Ungh! I'm coming, baby girl!" He let’s go of my hair and throws his hand up to the wall for support. I pull back from his body, my mouth still open and wait for the hot ribbons of cum to slide down my throat. "Fuck yes!"

  "Open your eyes, little girl. I want you to watch me come all over your mouth."

  My eyes spring open, and I watch as he strokes his cock vigorously, drawing out his thick seed. I swallow eagerly, as excess droplets dot my lips. I greedily lick my mouth clean, savoring every last ounce.

  He looks in my eyes, his chest heaving from his orgasm. His gaze is dark and penetrating. It’s almost too much to witness.

  "Get on the bed, Lilith." He runs a hand through his beautiful black hair, licking his lips hungrily. "And get on your knees."

  I push myself up and hurriedly crawl onto the bed, perching myself on my knees and facing the headboard. It’s his favorite position to have me in. Head down, legs spread apart, and ass in the air.

  I feel the bed dip behind me. I grip onto the blanket, feeling his hands slowly roam up and down my thighs. My body hums at the contact.

  "That was amazing, baby." He traces his fingertips along the outline of my blue lace thong, speaking softly to me. "But now, my Lilith, it's time for your punishment. You were late today, and you need to be punished. Don't you?"

  "Yes, Sir." I’m so fucking aroused I can feel my pussy vibrating with want. If he doesn’t touch me soon, I will more than likely self-implode. "I need to be punished, Sir."

  "I'm glad we agree on that." His voice is strained and always cracks when he speaks of punishing me. I can hear it in his tone how much he loves having me in this position, how much he gets off on it.

  Before I can take another breath, a sharp sting falls against my right ass cheek. I fucking love it. I need more. I want to beg for more. The need is too consuming; I can’t even bring myself to form words.

  Another smack of his hand lands on the same cheek, stinging a little more the second time. He rubs my ass gently. A third, a fourth, and a fifth follow in quick succession. I welcome the slight pain. I thrust my hips back towards him, silently asking for more.

  Again and again his hand falls against my swelling cheeks. From one to the other, he continues to mark me, making my skin heat and sting.

  "I love this color red on you." He gently runs his hand over my swelling, raised skin. "Does it hurt, little girl?"

  I know the question is a loaded one. If I answer yes, he might smack my ass again just for revealing the factuality of the pain. If I answer no, he may just do it anyway, making the pain more intense. So, I don’t answer him.

  "I asked you a question, Lilith," he says, still rubbing his hand across my ass. "Answer me."

  I draw a jagged breath. "Yes."

  "Yes, what?"

  He’s testing me.

  "Yes, Sir."

  A chuckle falls from my lover's lips. "Good. That's good, Lilith."

  As soon as I feel his hand leave my backside, I immediately miss the contact, but it’s soon replaced by something more pleasurable. His tongue. He slowly slides my thong over my hips and down to my knees, leaving the thin, lace material nestled in the crook of my knees.

  His mouth quickly attaches to my wet sex, and he slowly runs his tongue up the crease of my folds. The sensations his mouth is inflicting on me make my back arch and my hips buck. I continue to press back toward my lover, wanting him closer, needing his tongue deep inside of me.

  “Is my baby girl getting impatient?”

  Oh, God...

  "Do you like that, baby?" He pulls back from my pussy, running his finger along my aching slit. "Tell me, Lilith. Tell me how you like it. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.

  "Just like that," I moan, my voice thick with lust. “Oh God, just like that.”

  He gives my core another long, languid swipe of his tongue. “Tell me.”

  He knows what I like. This is just his way of getting me to say it, to say exactly what I want from him, what I expect from him.

  "My clit. Please." I’m nearly breathless. "Fuck me with your fingers."

  The coiling in my belly winds tighter and tighter like a spring, screaming to be set free. I need so much more.

  He flicks his tongue out, licking up my wet, swollen folds, searching out my clit. I finally realize that my lover is on his back, legs hanging over the end of the bed. I’m hovering over his face. Just thinking about it drives me crazy.

  I feel him insert a finger into my flesh as he begins to suck on my engorged clit.

  Two more fingers plunge into me. I eagerly roll my hips only to have him grip the tops of my thighs and pull me down onto his face. I make sure not to press my entire weight against him as he licks, sucks, and finger fucks me into oblivion.

  In a move that drives me crazy he curls two fingers down and hits my G-spot, causing my hips to move with wild abandon. I’m a mess. I know this, but I need more.

  I feel the bed shift behind me. His hands leave my body, as my orgasm is on the brink of erupting. My heart crashes against my chest, and I begin to wonder what he is about to do next.

  Whatever it is, I’m more than ready for it.

  Before I can mourn the loss of contact, he slams his fingers back inside my pulsating pussy, pumping them in and out. I'm not certain of his position until I feel him drag his erection up and down the crack of my ass.

  "Fuck, you are so wet." His grunts fuel my hunger, and I press back against his long fingers. "Do I do this to you, little girl? Who makes your pussy this wet? Tell me, Lilith."

  "You do." I whimper. His fingers knock against my G-spot, causing my knees to buckle. “Oh, God!”

  As cries of pleasure fall from my lips, his fingers leave my body...again, making me feel anxious and slightly unsettled. I feel him line up his length at my entrance, running the plump tip along my sex.

  My hips move on their own accord. Before I can form a coherent thought he slowly and deliberately pushes into me. His thrusts are achingly slow, in and out. I press back, meeting each of his thrusts.

  A throaty groan travels up his chest. "Who's pussy is this?"

  "Yours!” I can’t hold back the rush of the word.

  "That's right, my sweet Lilith." His thrusts continue, and his fingertips dig into the skin on my hips. "This is my pussy. All mine."

  The way he speaks to me sends me over the edge. His sexy words excite my body to its very limits. His relentless thrusting causes the coiling in my belly to wind tighter and tighter.

  I can feel my orgasm building. It’s right there, on the cusp. I just need a little more.

  I ground my hips against my lover's crotch, hoping that he understands what I’m begging for. I want him faster and harder. I need him deeper.

  "Tell me, little girl. Tell me how you want it." His voice shatters under the weight of his own words. His breathing hitches.

  Just knowing the desire he has for me makes me want to be even closer to him.

  "Please, Sir. Fuck me harder." I’m desperate to feel the pressure of him filling me, pounding deep inside of me, that I finally beg. God, I need this. With a firm grip on my hips, he pulls out of me, only to slam back inside my drenched core, clear up to the hilt.

  Our hips flush against each other’s, fused.

  He pulls back out and thrusts forward with more force. My body shakes and my nipples harden almost to the point of being painful.

  "Like this baby?" He relentlessly drills my pussy from behind. "You like it like this?”

  I cry
out, reveling in every sensation. "Faster! Oh my God, yes! Harder!”

  As he continues to piston in and out of my body, he reaches out to where our bodies are joined and gathers some of the moisture that has pooled between my legs.

  If the pleasure of him fucking me isn’t enough, bolts of pure energy surge through my body as he runs his hands over the swell of my ass and presses, dipping his fingers between my cheeks. He takes his forefinger and knocks it against my tight puckered hole, making my body soar.

  We’ve never ventured into “backdoor play”. This is new territory for me. I’ve always thought about it, wondered what it would feel like, but never tried it.

  I feel him circle the small, tight area of skin, nudging slowly. He continues to thrust deep inside my pussy, rotating his hips, and hits the spot that drives me into a frenzy. His finger presses forward, entering me just a little.

  An uneasy feeling settles over me as I try to adjust to the intrusion. He pushes a little further, going deeper, until he’s all the way in. The sensation of him fucking me and then having his finger in my ass is more than my body can take.

  "How does that feel, baby?" he asks, his voice wavering.

  "Good."

  "Do you want more?" He presses his finger deeper into my body as he continues to fuck me.

  "Yes," I whimper. "I want more. Oh, God, please give me more."

  I’m lying. It hurts, but I want more of what he’s giving me. The pain and the pleasure mesh, making me want to climb the fucking walls.

  Before I know it he passes a second finger into my ass, stretching me out even wider.

  "Fuck, little girl. You look so hot like this," he says, his words spurring me on.

  Without thinking, I rock my hips back, causing his fingers to dig deeper and his cock to fill me further. I’m on a cloud of pure lust, and there isn’t any other place that I’d rather be.

  "I want you here," he hums, accentuating his words with a pump of his fingers. "I want to take you here. Will you let me take you here, Lilith?"

  I nod my head because, really, there isn’t any way I’m telling him no. It feels too good and my curiosity is at its peak.

  "Don't move."

  I almost stop breathing as he gently removes both of his fingers from my backside. He continues to thrust inside my core a few more times, before pulling out. The action leaves me feeling hollow.