MichaelinChina
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He did not speak nor motion. All communication was through his posture and expression - his mouth closed, jaw locked, and his eyes focused on hers. He raised his hand to her chin, and she so wanted to rub against his fingers like a cat vying for attention or a caress, but instead averted her gaze, parted her lips and gently kissed his palm.
She understood him and his unspoken commands. "Yes Sir," she replied as she leaned over the table. She drew a sharp breath when she felt his hand on her back, anticipating the next contact. Then she felt his other hand – firm, strong, and deliberate against her fabric covered flesh. He squeezed a cheek before smoothly moving his hand between her legs. She drew another sharp breath as he touched the wetness beneath the thin lace. She moaned in response to his firm touch, his fingers arousing and heightening her desires. Her thoughts turned to anticipation of what would follow.
She wanted to beg for his cock to be inside her, but she dare not ask. She accepted her position, and his slow, controlled progression reinforced his dominance. And the excitement generated from it aroused them both.
Hot Steve! Good to see someone bumping this thread along.