Sexx, Secrets and Orgasms

CADENCE

Trying to gain some type of control, he threw me on the bed. I just needed a minute to get my head straight. He took off his clothes and my eyes watched every moment as if I was fixated on what I was watching. Looking back, I couldn’t even defend myself. When his pants came off, I licked my lips in anticipation.

He crawled up to me as I was taking deep breaths. My breathing had changed. Anticipation, wanting, desire is what was in my eyes.

Those lips were screaming to be kissed. My breasts were tight and full, and he wanted nothing more than to feel my tight nubs across his tongue. When he kissed me, I gave him more. My brain had officially clocked out. The more he tasted, the more he wanted. The sweat from my body, the smell of my arousal, my searing touches and fertile moans had him about to fall off the cliff.

He flipped me over trying to gain his control back. My rear was round and firm. He wanted to see it reddened. I had taken over the power and he couldn’t let it happen. He wanted to punish me for putting him in this predicament. How dare I?

He just couldn’t resist. He slapped me and I moaned. God, I was naive to think I was still in charge. He caressed me as he ran his tongue and fingers through my slick folds. I bucked against his finger as he watched the redness spread. He kissed and rubbed, trying to make the pain go away. He could feel my essence surrendering. He controlled my orgasm and he wasn’t ready for me to release. This would be my true punishment.

"Don’t you cum until I tell you," he said.

"And you don’t cum until I tell you," I said.

Damn, I was fucking turning him on. I started talking and eased out of his grip.

"I will make you a deal. For tonight I will give you whatever you want. We both walk out of here winners. You go back to Dubai a happy man and I move on," I said.

He didn’t want me to move on now. Who was he fooling? The more he denied me, the more he wanted me. Call him selfish if you want, but that man had entirely too much confidence right up until he realized he was losing me. Suddenly he was one of those pussy-whipped guys that didn’t want the girl when he could have had her, but didn’t want anyone else to have her either. Fuck. He came here to fuck me to oblivion and now all this damn mushy girlie shit. If anyone found out about this, they would take his Dom card away.

"I don’t plan on doing this for the rest of my life, Paul. But for the rest of your stay, I’m yours. If you want me."

Shit! He wanted to fucking throw something. I had gotten in his head, and trust me, that was a big no-no.

He swallowed. I was telling him goodbye.

The only thing he could say was, "I could never turn you down."

I pulled him down as I straddled him. I kissed him as he wrapped his arms around me. He flipped me over and raised my leg. He entered me slowly. The feel of my soft folds were heaven as his eyes closed tightly. I wrapped my other leg around his waist as we kissed. Our moans echoed in the room. He felt like a coke fiend. Our bodies moved as one as I arched my back. My nails grazed his back, sending delicious chills through him.

He picked up the pace as my moans got louder. The louder I moaned, the more his body gave. A light sheen had formed against our bodies. I could see the red tone of my skin.

If this was heaven, he didn’t want to come back, but in reality, he had to let me go.

I moved my body giving more as he felt himself going deeper. He closed his eyes. Somehow he was standing on that cliff and he felt himself being pushed. He looked back to see me. I was crying. He opened his eyes and there I was, staring back at him with tears in my eyes.

"I don’t want to leave you, but I want you to be happy. Cad, why does it have to be so hard to let you go?"

I smiled a half smile. I placed both hands on his cheeks and brought him to my lips. The kiss gradually got deeper as each stroke eased in and out of me. We were so wrapped up in each other that we both orgasmed and never stopped. You’d think I would’ve learned by then not to get completely lost in him, but it felt as if we could never get enough of each other.

I wasn’t sure if it had been seconds, minutes, or hours that had passed. Our bodies stayed connected back and forth as we each took turns giving each other what we both so desperately needed. At this point he just couldn’t walk away. His gut was warning him if he walked away, I would be lost to him.

My body was wrapped around him in a tight hold as another orgasm ripped from both of our bodies. He had lost count a while ago. This was way more than he had hoped for.

It felt like the piece of hope I had of him loving me, I was giving it right back to him. This was my goodbye to him. Now he could see how I felt, and he didn’t like it one bit.

I looked at him with remorse in my eyes. I whispered, "I wanted to love you, Paul. I tried to wait, but you were right, I need to move on. I’m so sorry for being mad at you and blaming my hurt on you, that wasn’t fair. I wish you well, my friend." I gave him one last kiss, got up, put on a robe, and left.

He raised up and sat on the edge of the bed. He felt wetness running down his face and on top of his leg. This was not supposed to be this hard. Why couldn’t he just man up? Once again, his pride had gotten in the way. He stood up, and as the mirror showed his reflection, he was disappointed in himself. Looking back now, he had just made one of the biggest mistakes of his life, and only time would tell how deeply it would burn.

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