Sex Scene Saturday, credited to Stella Price et. al. for us to show you a series of blogs featuring the sexiest scenes from our erotic stories! Mine today comes from The Playground – a 1Night Stand.
Jet setter and playboy Devon has a BDSM dark side he wants to make reality, only catch is the girl who would serve him perfectly left him years ago and is afraid of what living with him means. He’d given up all hope until he’d spotted Shelly waiting tables in the casino he happened to be sitting in. Using the 1NightStand service to find her, he sets her up in a park, and has her bound to some playground equipment with only a blindfold on. Can his Dominance teach her the meaning of true love?
“And now,” he slid a hand beneath the tight fabric of the sports bra, determined to cup her breast, “I intend to dominate differently.”
Shelly swallowed audibly. “What do you mean, differently?”
He glared, narrowing his eyes at her. The headspace he needed wasn’t too far out of reach, but he had to get there and the only way was to force the issue in his mind. He wouldn’t force Shelly; he’d coax and guide her. He hoped she’d come willingly.
Especially after he brought her to another orgasm. He pinched her pussy lips together then spread them apart. “I mean I’m going to pull what you deserve to receive from you.”
“I have nothing to give you but, oh gods!” Her body shook once his fingers slid inside her sopping pussy.
He massaged her clit with his thumb while working his digits in and out. Slowly, methodically, he speared and spread his fingers inside, around her while keeping his thumb on her clitoris.
Before she could open her mouth again, Devon had covered her lips with his.
She gripped his cock, tugging him.
Distracted only slightly, he tore his mouth from hers and moved down her neck until he’d found a breast. The fabric of the sports bra didn’t taste so hot but it didn’t matter. He worked his lips around the taut nipple and pressed his tongue into it while his fingers continued a steady rhythm over her clit, in her pussy.
Shelly’s body tensed beneath his, her nails dug into a hip, tightened around his cock.
He released a slow breath through clenched teeth. Then he nipped her neck, the top of her breast, and worked faster in and out, in and out. Rubbing his thumb around her clit made her jump.
“I love you, Shelly, I always have. I never wanted to control you,” he panted.
Her chest rose and fell with the movements of his hands. Her breath hitched in her throat, “Then why are you trying to do it now?”
“It’s not control.” He moved to her ear, blew in a warm breath before nipping her earlobe. “It’s guidance.”
“Orgasmic bliss.” He sealed his mouth over hers and pressed his thigh between her legs, spreading them wider while continuing his assault on her pussy. “You deserve it, you deserve to be loved, Shelly. And you need guidance.”
“Who,” she sucked in a breath, eyes widened, nostrils flared, “said I need that?”
“You did. When you came to me.” He nipped her shoulder, her arm. Then thrust in a third finger.
She stiffened beneath him, her grip on his cock tightening even more.
How he wanted to drive himself into her hand and come all over her, marking her. He couldn’t do that. It wouldn’t serve a purpose other than his selfish release, and he wasn’t about to start being selfish just because a beautiful woman had his cock in her hand.
Working harder, faster, he felt the second it hit her. The orgasm slammed into her.
She writhed beneath him, flailing against the metal grate they both lay on. He tried to silence her moans with his mouth but it did little good. Shelly was a screamer.
Her vocal abilities during sex always fueled his arousal. Despite his hips thrusting in tune to her body’s movements, he managed to keep himself in check.
It was becoming hard though. Her sensual nature, the sexual deviant in her, called to baser animal natures.
After moments, Shelly had closed her eyes and stopped panting. Her breathing returned to almost normal. She remained pliant beneath him.
He broke the silence, “Can you move?”
“Barely.” The smile that spread across her face couldn’t be stopped.
He caught the attempt to staunch her response in her eyes. “You can’t deny yourself, love.”
“I never tried to.” Her words came out raspy.
He nuzzled her throat and placed tender kisses along the smooth skin of her neck. “Let me show you, you.”
Shelly blinked, slowly moved beneath him. Her fingers still clutched his cock. “What if I just want you to fuck me?”
He exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. Closing his eyes, he repeated the gesture and then opened his eyes, holding onto what little sanity he had with her scent in his nose and her hand on him. “Is that really what you want?”
Her mouth twitched. She started to move again, releasing him, but her shorts stopped her.
“I’m still that good.” He couldn’t help but grin.
“You are,” she nodded. “But,” she drew in a breath; let it out slowly, “do you really think you know me that well?”
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