Vivian Arend - High Passion

“You’re always watching,” she muttered, but she followed his directions. Widened her stance. Used her left hand to reveal herself.

Devon dropped to his knees. Alisha held her breath but he didn’t touch her, just stared from inches away. She shifted uneasily, pressure inside rising as she waited for the next thing.

He grasped his cock again and stroked slowly. “Get yourself off. I want to see what you do.”

She didn’t wait for another invitation. Adjusted her position so the water slid over her to make her touch softer, but she was plenty slick. She dipped her fingers inside her pussy briefly then stroked her clit. Once, then again. A little harder, but just as slow. Increasing the pressure without making her motions more rapid ensured a leisurely climb to release.

At her feet Devon pulled harder on his cock and she watched in fascination as the head peeked out from his fist again and again. Without intending to, she matched pace with him, speeding slightly, then slowing. It was impossible to stop the little gasps and moans escaping her lips.

“That’s it. Don’t keep it in—I love hearing what turns you on.”

He shifted closer and she took in a deep breath as he caught her wrists in his hands and licked her.

“Oh yeah. Again.”

He laughed. “Not your choice.”

His tongue flicked her clit, small circles that were more than enough to keep her on the edge of pleasure, not enough to send her over. Alisha tugged her hands free so she could thread her fingers through his hair. “Please, Devon.”

“You’re close, aren’t you?” He kissed her pussy lips, returning to place another devastating twirl of his tongue over her clit.

“So close,” she whispered. “Please, oh, yes. There. ”

He’d slipped a finger into her, gently playing at her opening. The contrast in sensation made tension tingle throughout her lower body, her core aching for release. Every time she got close, though, he changed tack. Instead of circling with his finger he pulsed in and out, the pad of his finger brushing the front of her passage. He switched from tormenting her clit to laving all the sensitive tissue of her feminine folds.

Control. He had it all, and she was on the verge of losing hers but never allowed to go over. It was devastating in such a good way. Frustrating, but so satisfying.

When he stood she swayed for a second, his strong arm curving around her body the only thing keeping her vertical.

He snatched up the condom and opened it carefully. No frantic tearing with his teeth, no fumbling to cover himself as rapidly as possible. Instead he rolled the latex down his length slowly before catching her hand and pulling it over him. Curving her fingers around his shaft and moving their fingers together in a slow caress that made her even crazier. “All kinds of stupid phrases just popped to mind.”

“It’s so big, how will it fit?” Devon tucked his fingers under her chin and lifted her head for a punishing kiss that left her gasping for breath and her lips bruised.

When he released her she smiled, pumping him again. “We know it fits. I can hardly wait.”

“You’re the one who said go slow,” he reminded her.

“I was delusional, and needed to be taken in hand.”

Devon lifted her onto the riser at the side of the shower and caught her knee, raising her leg to the side. “Oh, so that’s what that little demand to be controlled was about. You were having delusions.”

He pressed her shoulders to the shower wall and adjusted his position until his cock rubbed her sex, her hand still grasping him.

“You have a step in the shower to make sex easier?”

Devon slipped the head of his cock into her, then paused. His right hand pressed to the wall beside her head, his smile dazzling her. “Previous owner. There are all kinds of modifications to the house I’m pretty sure his parents had no idea what they were for.”

“Enough talk. Fuck me already.” The instant the words slipped out, she knew she’d made a mistake.

Devon raised a brow.

Alisha lowered her head, fighting to keep the begging words from escaping. Then she stared up from under her lashes, forcing herself to resist pulsing her hips forward to take his cock into her body. “Please?”

Instead, he stayed like that, only partially in her. Just enough that she felt him there, needing more, desperate for him not to retreat farther.

She squeezed her internal muscles and he hummed happily against her lips, where he’d moved in for a gentle kiss. “I love women with great muscle control.”

Alisha moaned in complaint. “Can I touch myself?”

“No.” He flexed his hips and his cock spread her farther. “What else?”

She struggled to breathe. “Can I touch you?”

“No, hands to the wall.”

Her palms slapped the tiles so fast and hard the sound echoed in the enclosure. As a reward, he moved again, rocking an inch forward before retreating.

“Oh, yes .” Alisha closed her eyes and took a deep breath, focusing on the feel of him pulsing slowly in and out of her body. He held her right leg to the side, and with her arms wide she was perfectly braced. The only connection point between them were his hand on her knee and his cock relentlessly spreading her again and again.

She was pinned to the wall like some kind of butterfly specimen. The image made her smile as he thrust harder, burying his entire length deep.

The shower still soaked them. From the living room, the sounds of yet another musical drifted down the hall. The aroma of peaches and the lingering taste of toothpaste—everything invading her senses faded into the background, and his cock became all she could concentrate on. The orgasm that had hovered for so long drew closer, and as he quickened his pace, she lost control. Lost the desire to demand from him. Just waited for the moment when he’d take her there.

Nearly violent pleasure broke over her and Alisha called out his name. Devon adjusted his angle and went even deeper, pushing her further, taking her higher. He stopped, buried deep, and caught her behind the neck.

She stared into his face as he joined her, her climax triggering his. His eyelids fell partway as his release jolted out.

He pressed their lips together and she kissed him hungrily, twining her arms around his neck and shaking with extended pleasure. The slow buildup had brought her to a place she’d never been before, and the trip back to normality would take a while.

His caresses slowed. He lowered her limb carefully. His cock was still buried inside her as the water smoothed over them both. Heart rates dropping, smiling around kisses.

Alisha wasn’t in control right now, and it had never felt so right.

Devon wondered if he was the one going crazy. They’d fumbled through drying off, tumbling onto the bed in a nearly exhausted heap, and pulled the quilts up before passing out.

After their work that day a nap wasn’t out of place, but waking up beside a naked Alisha made emotions rise he really didn’t want to deal with.

He shouldn’t allow himself, but he couldn’t stop staring. Her hair was spread over his pillows, her fingers curled around his biceps as if she were trapping him in place. Their legs were tangled together enough that if he wanted to leave she’d probably wake up, and he couldn’t bear that.

In the distance a cell phone rang, and Alisha’s lashes fluttered as she woke. “Shit. That’s mine.”

Devon stroked away a strand of hair that had fallen across her face. “Mine isn’t going off, so it’s not a call-out, although they’d be crazy to try to get us out twice in one day anyway. Whoever it is will leave a message. You can call them back.”