Lustful Memoirs
By: Gina - gina@basic-nstynct.com
Chapter Twenty TwoHe closed the door, his hand holding my arm captive. Once the door was shut, he turned to me and placed his lips on mine. I struggled at first, my mind arguing with my body. As always, my body won and I returned his kiss. He undid my robe, his hands meeting the bare flesh of my stomach. His mouth moved from mine and trailed down my neck. He tenderly kissed the wounds that he had inflicted the last time we were together. His touch was gentle, caring. He walked me to the bed and laid me down, for one momentary instant I heard my voice of reason say, "no, Blake, this is wrong." I ignored it as his mouth met my breast. He sucked and licked at my sensitive skin causing ripples of warmth to radiate through my body. His hands caressed my thighs and stomach as his kiss moved from my breast to my stomach and still lower. I moaned my approval and whispered his name. His tongue trailed wet paths toward my center. His hands pushed my legs wider apart as he positioned himself between my legs. He ran his forefinger up and down my thighs each time coming closer to my center, with the final stroke his finger found my clit. I arched my back, urging him to continue. But he held his finger still, watching me struggle against it. I longed to feel him inside of me, for him to stop teasing me, but I remained in the position that he placed me, relinquishing myself to him. He started to move his finger in soft strokes across my sensitive nub. Minutes passed as he continued his assault, then his finger moved closer to my opening. I moaned willing him to continue. I felt his hot breath on me, controlled, deep. He was driving me insane. In an instant his finger was inside of me, massaging my inner walls, his mouth covering my clit as his tongue flicked across it. I felt his teeth on me as another finger joined the first. My hips thrust as I longed for him to be deeper. His pace was slow, taking his time, pleasing me with his fingers and mouth. I started to whine wanting him to replace his fingers with what I really wanted. He whispered to me, telling me how beautiful I am and how hot I was making him. He told me to let go, but I couldn’t, I didn’t want to, I was not yet ready. I wanted him inside of me, I wanted to feel our bodies joined as one. He made no move to fulfill my request, just continued to stroke me with his fingers. He pumped his fingers in and out of me all the while his tongue caressed my clit. He quickened his pace and I felt my body tense, I knew that I was close, I tried to fight it but I couldn’t. I was lost to him. I grabbed the sheets by my side as my body let go. I could feel my juices flow out of me and onto his face. He lapped at them with his tongue causing more tremors to coarse through my body. I laid still, my body recovering from his ministrations. He kissed my inner thigh softly before rising from the bed. I opened my eyes to find his face mere inches from mine. He kissed my cheek and buried his face into my neck again he planted soft kisses on the bruises. I heard him whisper the words, "I’m sorry about the other night." Then he was gone.