eroticism, and Grace wanted him like she’d never wanted him before. She tore at his shirt buttons, and then when he was totally naked pushed him until he was lying widthways, facedown across the bed.
Opening the bedside cabinet she took out the massage oil that she knew was kept there, poured some into her hands and began to knead the tight flesh of his firm buttocks, squeezing and then releasing it.
He sighed with pleasure, and with rapidly growing confidence she massaged the backs of his thighs with long, sweeping strokes before turning him over. As their eyes met his sharp, bright gaze pierced right through her. It was as though he was looking into her soul, and was amused by what he saw there.
He was already fully erect, the swollen head of his penis a dark purple, and seeing a tiny drop of clear fluid at the tip of the glans she knew that he was very close to a climax, but her instinct told her that he didn’t want the pleasure to end yet.
Leaving him for a moment so that she could strip down to her silk bra and panties, she then straddled his thighs and bending forward licked at his nipples until they too grew rigid and he moaned softly.
Grace had never felt like this before. David had always been in charge, always controlled their sex life, and because it had been so good she’d never felt the need for anything else. Now though she felt empowered, and finally understood why David became so aroused by watching people controlling her pleasure here at the Club.
Covering his upper body with tiny butterfly kisses, she then shook her head, letting her long hair brush over his belly. He groaned and she felt his hips move. “Not yet,” she whispered, moving herself lower down his body.
Her fingers wandered through his crisp pubic hair, and then she scratched gently on the soft flesh of his inner thighs. Her nails drew swirling patterns that made him catch his breath as his excitement grew and his testicles drew up tightly against his body.
With great care she stroked the skin of his perineum, and this time he gasped aloud. Softly she let her fingers stray, stroking the underside of his hard testicles for a few fleeting seconds before moving her head so that she could cover the tip of his erection with her mouth.
Her tongue swirled around the underside of the ridge just below the swollen head, and immediately his hips jerked. Alternately sucking and licking she felt the silk of her panties growing wet between her thighs as David groaned and gasped beneath her.
Then, as her own excitement grew and she felt tingles begin deep in her own belly, David sat up. His hands gently moved her head away from him and then he pushed her onto all fours on the bed, waited for her to take her weight on her elbows, knelt behind her with his legs between hers and thrust urgently into her from behind. She realized immediately, even through the heat of her sexual arousal, that at the end he’d taken control once again.
Almost immediately he gave a shout and she felt him shuddering against her buttocks as he spilled himself into her, before slowly withdrawing and collapsing on the bed, pulling her down as well so that they were lying back to back like two spoons.
His breathing was ragged but slowly calming, but Grace was now frantic for her own climax, her body swollen and aching with desire. “I haven’t come yet,” she said softly.
He put an arm over her waist, his breath warm against the nape of her neck. “I know, and you won’t until tonight. This was all for me, remember?”
Grace couldn’t believe her ears. She was so aroused that she ignored his words, moving her hand down between her thighs, desperate to ease the ache behind her swollen clitoris.
Realizing what she was doing, David pinned her arm to her side. “No!” he exclaimed.
“That’s not fair,” she protested.
“You’ll have your pleasure later, darling. You don’t want to be worn out before the evening begins. You know how exhausting the trials