s*x Chained

Exquisite Pleasure

Chapter 17

Her answer came in a polite if not enigmatic smile. Women had their secrets, didn't they? Chris didn't press the issue as he resumed stripping off his clothes, then stood straight and proudly naked before her. The previous view she had of him in the window didn't do him justice, and Nat gasped at his athlete's body. Her eyes drank him in, from the broad chest to the powerful thighs. Of course, she couldn't ignore his huge erection in its nest of dark curls; or the fact his c**k, stiff and swollen, seemed to call to her to take it in her hands, tease the tip, explore the ridge below the head, then caress its length.

Slowly, she reached out. Chris shivered with the pleasure Nat's fingers brought along his shaft. When she felt more confident, she grasped him with one hand, and used her other to explore the intricacies of his s*x. As her light but tantalizing touch made him throb even more, he arched his head and produced a moan of pleasure. Chris finally placed a hand on the top of her head to slow her down, or better yet, to make her stop. If she kept it up, he would peak before he wanted to and come right in her hands.

When Nat inched away, he helped her down on the cot again, then knelt over her. Now it was his turn to inflict such inflammatory but exquisite torture. He started with her breasts, kissed their tops before he rolled and tasted each n****e between his teeth. His mouth soon worked down the valley to her concave stomach and finally tickled her navel. Nat squirmed and let out a little moan of her own. Chris lifted his head only to warn her to save her strength for what was to come. His eyes, like a tropical lagoon, reinforced his unhurried, easy intent for now.

For the first time, Nat felt a pang of anxiety. She had no idea how to respond, only did what her body told her to do. No man -- hell, not even herself -- had touched her like this and produced such a mighty wave of emotions, The more he illicit from her, the more she threatened to spill over, even allow him to engulf her until he had her at his mercy.

Before he went any further, Chris eased up and brought his cheek flush with hers. "I'll go easy, and anytime you want to stop, just say so."

Her emphatic denial startled him and he immediately looked into her eyes. He found them hard and strongly determined to go through with her first introduction to s*x and all the emotions that went with it.

"All right," he murmured, then skimmed his lips along hers. "As long as you're sure."

"Stop talking," she shot back, "and just take me like you would any other woman. I want to feel like one of your lovers, all of it."

Clamping her wrists down on either side, Chris chuckled as he returned more kisses down her torso. He enjoyed the way she rocked beneath him as he produced such excitement in her. He slid his hands down her waist, nudged her legs apart with his knee and settled between. When his mouth came to the top of her pubis, he shifted so that his face came within inches of her curls. Fingertips stroked the inside of her thighs and caused her to shudder again. Chris waited a beat before he performed the most enjoyable feminine arousal, then gently, slowly, opened her vulva to expose the dark pink s***h. The minute his lips touched her slit, Nat bucked up violently until he lost his hold.

"Whoa Nellie!" he laughed, then firmly held down her thighs so he could nibble and suck without losing a moment's pleasure. If she was this sensitive now, he wondered how much of a wildcat she would be when he really worked her up to ecstasy!

Chris began her erotic agony once more. This time his insistent caresses produced a series of "oh ohs" out of her, whimpers at first until they grew in strength and number as he increased the pleasure to her c**t. Again, she shook and quaked beneath him. Nat tore his hair by the roots, but the pain only made him press on. He dragged his tongue along her slit and prodded her dark, mysterious cavern, the opening small in its pristine state. Soon a finger joined his oral exploration. Nat screamed, not from any discomfort but from the budding desire he induced, soon to build and flare out of control. Chris knew it, too, and refused to let go. When he finally did come up for air, he had her steamy, moist, and definitely open and ready.

Nat felt prickly hot and ice cold, in agony and in bliss at the same time. Sweat left a dewy patina across her body, and she heaved hard to keep on breathing. What he did to her seemed far worse than any other physical or verbal assault, and she hated him for taking control over her entire body as well as all of her senses. She had no time to argue, no time to react as Chris nuzzled the tip of his c**k against her slit. He entered her, slowly, carefully until Nat gave up the protest and opened wide so he could plunge all the way. He had her slick enough so that this new invasion didn't cause any painful friction; instead she felt so incredibly fluid and loose. Automatically Nat placed her arms around his neck, ringed her legs around his waist. She could now understand what all the fuss was about when women stated in her how-to books that nothing felt so good as a man's d**k inside of them. Almost indescribable, yes. Fantastic, yes, yes!