Page 43 of Seduction

“Umm….”

“I know this isn’t what you expected, but we both need to pump our brakes.”

“Why?”

I lean on the counter, watching him work the coffee machine. When he reaches for the sugar, I notice the two huge jars of chocolate-hazelnut spread in the cupboard. I store that information away for future use.

“Because you’re still not ready.”

“I’m ready. I’msoready.”

He chuckles, retrieving two cups from another cupboard. Again, it might be the alcohol or just the way he keeps building me up and letting me down hard, but I’m not taking it sitting down this time.

“Come on, Jon. I don’t know how much longer I can do this. You’re hot one minute, cold the next. I want you… really bad. You need to at least give mesomething. I’m going crazy here.”

He turns to me, folding his arms across his chest. His gaze is evaluative, making me self-conscious. Fudge. I look away, embarrassed now that I rethink the words that just left my lips. He approaches me slowly, his hands dropping to his sides.

“What do you like, Ellen?”

“What do I like?”

“What do you like?” he repeats, trailing his finger down my cheek. “Sexually?”

“Um… oral.” I take a shuddering breath, imagining sucking him off. “I like giving it.”

“Oh?” He raises both brows. “What do you like about it?”

He leans closer, his proximity and oh-so-delicious scent making me dizzy.

“I like… how powerful it makes me feel, staring up and seeing the effects on a man’s face, hearing his moans.”

I reach for his belt and try to kneel, but he takes my hand and pulls me upright.

“How can you feel powerful when you’re on your knees in front of a man?” he asks. “You want to suck my dick, Ellen, I’ll indulge you, but not like that.Neverlike that.”

Every muscle in my body tightens as I stare into his eyes. He lays his smooth cheek on mine, slowly sliding it up and down. My breathing accelerates, heart beating erratically against my ribcage.

“Besides, I want you to feel more than power,” he whispers. “It’s all about mutual gratification. If my dick is in your mouth, your pussy better be in my face.”

“Holy crap!” I cry out as his hand slips into my panties. With all his closeness and whispering and making me melt, I hadn’t even realized he’d undone the button and zipper on my jeans. He begins to circle my clit, and I have to grab the counter behind me to keep myself upright.

“Do you touch yourself, Ellen?”

“Yes,” I gasp.

He groans, pressing harder on my clit. “Fingers or vibrator?”

“Um… both.”

I should be embarrassed admitting this to him. I would be if I weren’t totally under his spell right now.

“Who do you think about when your fingers are in your pussy, Ellen?”

“Ah… Jesus….”

My body trembles, my hips moving toward his fingers, needing him closer, needing more; I need him inside me. I rise up on my toes, hoping he’ll slip those fingers inside me. He only follows my movements, keeping them tormenting my clit.

All of a sudden, they pause.