Touch Me: Erotica Book 1 (The Virgin to Vixen Series) (4 page)

“What do you feel?” he asked.

“Safe. I feel safe
with you
.
Excited, too.
”

“Good girl. I just want to let you know that I will not have sex with you.” He said it
smooth
ly
,
decisive
ly. My mysterious
stranger said he was going to teach me how to open myself to more than just sex—more than the
act
of sexual intercourse. He was going to teach me to
release
my mind and
allow
myself to
experience
more th
a
n I would have otherwise.

I wonder
ed if he had
taught a lot of women how to
find
extreme
pleasure in a simple touch. Were all those naked people in the room students of his? Who was he? What did he look like? Was he
attractive
or
ugly
? I wanted to know, but
on the other hand,
I didn’t want to know. His
voice
, smell and touch
allowed me to use my imagination, to conjure up the
man
I wanted him to be.
I was afraid to turn around and crush the rapport that we already had. It was strange to feel connected to someone whose face I had not even seen.

In my
mind, I saw him with dark,
collar
-
length
wavy
hair
and a
strong
,
square jaw with a
mouth
that was
sexy
enough to drink.
I pictured him
in
tight jeans with a white button
-
down shirt that was half open.
Maybe
h
e wasn’t any of those things, but tonight
,
he was all
of
those things to me.

Once the blindfold was
secure
, he reached his fingers around to the
front
of my neck and ran his thumbs under my long brown hair. He swept it off my neck and draped it down my back. I trembled
at how that nearly brought me to my knees, that feeling that another human being was touching me. In my house, we did not even hug
. Everything was dark
,
which made my other senses stronger
, sharper
. I could suddenly
hear
his steady breathing.

When I heard his moist lips
part
before they softly kissed the side of my neck, I heard myself
swallow
.
In one hand
,
he held my hair away from my neck
,
while his lips pr
essed just below my ea
r
lobe then
down as far as
the skin on
my neck was
exposed
.
His mouth left behind the
trail
of his tongue. Each time his breath exited his nose
,
I felt that
wet
area get colder.

I felt my nipples
pucker
under the intense feeling of this stranger’s
mouth
on my neck
.
My breasts swelled while
my nipples poked at my bra
. A
slight moan left my lips.
I inhaled
from
shock
at my verbal, public display of passion. I wanted more.
My panties were wetter than they had ever been
.
I needed him to do more.
He read my mind.

“Clear your mind
,
and
allow
your body to
take
me in.
Don’t think of anything but my
touch
, my desire for your tight
, beautiful body. I
need
you as much as you
need
me.” His
warm
breath settled in my ear.

I trembled. He pressed his hard cock against my ass as his left hand traveled from the middle of my thigh to the
inside
of my thigh. His fingers rubbed my bare skin where the cusp of my panties
met my
bare
leg
. He was teasing me beyond anything I could
handle
with tender fingers that caressed as if I was cherished, precious
,
desired
.
Unable to hold back,
I let out a loud moan.

He turned me around.
I couldn’t see him
through the blindfold
,
but I could feel his body inches from mine.
I could feel his
mouth
move from my cheek to my lips.
His mouth was warm and
soft
. H
is tongue
was
hot and wet.
His tongue circled
mine
. His lips
suddenly
devoured mine
as he began to unleash his passion
. His fingers slid each
button
of
my blouse out of their
button
holes. His mouth was distracting my
mind
from his hands that attac
k
ed my shirt.
I felt
the
brisk
air
touch my skin when
my
blouse
opened
and dropped to the floor.
The air conditioning must have been maxxed out in the club to keep all of the people cool.
Tonight
,
I wasn’t wearing a bra, which made my stranger
’
s job easier and faster.

I knew that m
y firm breasts and puckered nipples were
fully
exposed
.
I reached up to cover my body
, caving to a lifetime of forced modesty
.

His deep voice scared me. “Put down your hands
now
. Don’t you ever conceal yourself while you’re being pleasured. That is a direct insult to the person who is pleasuring you. And moving your hands in front of you tells me that your mind is not
entirely
free
.”

He sounded
serious
. I swallowed against a mixture of fear and desire. He seemed to be one step ahead of me and knew exactly what to say and
how
to make my panties
even
wetter than they were. I could feel his eyes devouring me in the dim lighting of the room.
He had stopped touching me, so I could only
assume
he was staring at
my semi
-
nude body
.
I kept my hands
down
;
I closed my eyes behind the blindfold and let out a sigh of
relief
.
I let the
endless
questions
release
from my mind. No longer was I wondering:
What does he think
?
Do I disgust him? Does he still want me?

I allowed myself to enjoy his prying eyes. I
took deep breaths and
enabled myself to
accept
my body, my breasts and this
moment
in a
stranger
’s
nonphysical embrace
.
I gave into the sensations of his touch and his confidence.
He must have seen when I
let
myself relax because
,
once I physically did that, he ran his hand from the side of my face, down my neck and over my
small
but
firm
mounds.
It felt like a delicious reward for obeying his request not to cover myself.
My nipple bent against the palm of his hand. His fingers trailed under my breasts to my stomach and then his mouth kissed the
mound
around my areola.

I moaned
at the sensation, which shot bolts of electricity from the tips of my nipples to my clitoris
. I swallowed against the tightness in my throat.
I let m
y
head fall back as
I arched my back. My shoulders leaned up against the wall behind me
,
and I exhaled deeply.

“My
sweet
,
innocent virgin wants more.
Don’t you
,
gorgeous
?”

I nodded, with my top teeth biting down on my bottom lip.
“Yes, I do.”
He was
partially
right. I did want more, but at that moment, I needed it more than I wanted it. My pussy was aching to be touched.
My panties were drenched with my juices
,
and my legs were trembling.

I could feel his breath on my nipple
as his mouth neared and I arched my back to raise my breasts for his lips
.
His mouth came down hard around my areola
,
and his tongue began to flick at
one of my
swollen
nipple
s
.
He moved from one breast to the other
,
being careful not to
neglect
one over the other.

I was nearly panting with the sensations of
my breasts
being tenderly devoured
.
The sensation was sublime.

While his mouth was on my breasts, h
is large hands cupped my
round
, tight ass under my skirt while his fingers rubbed at the crease of my
thighs
and my quivering pussy.

“Touch me, please. Touch me, now,” I whispered beneath the sheer
agony of needing to feel his touch. He knew I was struggling. He didn’t care.

He released his mouth from my breasts, removed his hands from my inner thighs and said sternly, “Don’t beg.
If you’re begging
,
it means you are not enjoying. It means your mind is moving beyond the moment with one goal
,
and that’s to skip ahead.
I want you to savor every single
sense
that I
bring
to you. I want you to
know
my
smell
, know my
taste
, know my
voice
fluctuations and
know
my hands. I want you to
know
my
touch
.”

Again, he was one step ahead of me. I was trying to move him along. I was trying to get him to
bring
me to this
climax
that
I’
d
heard so much about. I wanted him to
rush
forward
and
touch
my
pink
bud
that hid behind the cotton of my panties. While I thought of rushing him
to the orgasm
, I wasn’t paying attention to the pleasure
that
he was bringing me in the
touch
that
he was giving me at that moment.

“
Please. I must know.
What is your name?” I barely whispered.

“My name is not important.”

I was standing topless in front of this stranger
,
while
he refused
to tell
me his name.
I suddenly felt a tinge of anger and vulnerability. I wanted to
ri
p off the blindfold,
grab
my shirt
and
run
for the exit sign.
I
did
want to do
that .
. .
but
I didn’t
run away from the sensuality that he brought forth from my body
.
He had the upper hand
,
and he knew it.

“What should I call you then?” I asked.