Beautiful Agony (A Tale Of Savage Love, Part I) by Dominique D. DuBois Read Free Book Online Page A

couldn’t see us.  Thank God.
    Adam went back to sliding just the one hand up towards my panties.  When his fingers touched the soft sliver between my thigh and the wedge of thin, slippery fabric covering my sensitive juncture , I moaned softly.  I licked my lower lip, a clear invitation for Adam to kiss me.  And that’s when he said, “I’m going to suck your nipples , lick your body, eat you until you scream .  I’m going to taste every last inch of your sex tonight .  Only, I’m not going to kiss you on the mouth.  Don’t ask me to, and don’t try to kiss me .  Are we clear?”
    Shocked stupidly silent, I mutely nodded again.  Whatever he wanted, I would do it.  Yet now that he’d told me I couldn’t kiss him, there was nothing I wanted more.  I wondered briefly why he had a problem with it – if he was one of those people that thought kissing on the mouth was too personal, or if he was ashamed of his scar and thought I wouldn’t like the way that it would feel against my mouth – but then his fingers bounced over the thin band of el astic at the edge of my panties and grazed across the hot, wet satin in the middle, and my thoughts abruptly scattered.  As l ong as he wanted to lick me down there with those lips, I certainly could not complain.
    Sud denly, Adam pulled off my scarf and put his free hand al on g the back of my warm, bare neck.  As soon as his fingers touched my silky skin, I mo aned again.  With one of his searing , rough palms against the tingling tissues there, and the other one busily playing a scorching tune along my nether crease , my mind went absolutely blank.  But as his long, tensile fingers began stroking my neck and my satin-clad cleft at exactly the same time , same way, same cadence , I had to wonder; how come all men didn’t know how to touch women like this?  How could it be that some stranger knew my body better than guys I’d “dated” for months on end?
    He paused for a moment and a second later, I felt hi s hand move gradually but purposefully back t o wards the side of my panties .  H elplessly , I held my breath.  S idling carefully un der the ridge of soft elastic, he slowly made his way beneath the edge of fine cloth and over across my bare, naked lips .  And I had waxed it all there , too.  There wa sn’t a strand of hair left on my pubis now, nor was there ever.  That was the way I liked it.
    Adam immediately began ru bbing up and down across my slick , pliable skin with the back of his index finger, while angling carefully against the tight fabric to make enough room.  He stroked slowly and relentlessly, from the top of my wet, slick slit , all the way down, grazing his knuckle methodically over my throbbing clit oris each time.   It was quickly starting to fill with blood, becoming s wollen and turgid as it instantaneously responded .
    My mouth was open, eyes closed, mind focused on his touch.  He began his erotic , gentle caress at the nape of my ne ck again , while far below, h is knuckle grazed up and down, up and down, stimulating me so sensuously, so del iciously, it was practically precious .  My legs fell open wider of their own accord as he stroked delicately, provocatively working both places, both sensi tive and stimulating stretches of bare flesh.  The duality of sensations was mind-bendingly erogenous.  I wanted it to go on and on.
    He set up a softly-indulgent rhythm, stroking my clit with his knuckle, dipping lowe r until it was coated with slippery, hot wetness , then dragging it slowly, inexorably upwards again and again, his other index finger mimicking those very same actions against the baby-fine skin stretched tightly over the knobs of my upper spine.  My hips we re moving slowly, mirroring his movements unconsciously.
    I was dragged down into the dark and misty depths of an erotically tender moment that stretched on and on; mesmerized by his subtly gentle ministrations.  Every muscle in my body had gone slack.  I