radicalducati PLEASING HIM 1
PLEASING HIM 1
Callan halted, conscientiously drawing out his lips from hers.
He heard her right, but at that instant, he felt the need to eyeball her and study her visage to be sure that she wasn't joking.
"I want you." She repeated, her cheeks heating up with lecherous temerity.
Silently, her eyes called for him, every part of her body yearned for his touch. He studied her face longer than he should. Her shoulders tensed as they ogled each other and Callan vividly spotted the desperation in her innocent eyes.
She did want him, so badly.
"I don't think you do." He chose that moment to tease her.
Orla kissed her teeth, glaring down at Callan. The corner of his lips had twitched into a nasty smirk. She grabbed it, he must be fucking with her.
She delayed her response because nothing seemed to come to her as she directed her eyes back at her husband.
Twenty seconds later, they were still staring at each other. She was lost for words and Callan took pleasure in watching her search for the words to say.
She caught a glimpse of what he felt in his eyes. Lust and desires. If she wasn't negatively overthinking things, he might want her too.
"I d-o," the words left her mouth again. Smooth and slow.
"Orla, you just woke up from a nightmare. I don't think you want me now."
"I do!" She cooed.
"Orla," the way he called her name soothed her soaring nerves, "getting back to sleep should be paramount now, not this." He gestured to himself and back to her. Sighing, he shook his head. "You had a long day."
Oh, who was he to tell her what she wanted? She threw a fit inwardly. She wasn't a kid, she perfectly knew what she wanted.
"There is no way I am going to fall asleep again." Her low voice piqued Callan's interest.
It wasn't desperate anymore, she sounded lethal, certain she knew what she wanted and won't settle until she had it.
Why not oblige? Callan mulled over the thought before he said, "If you want me, why don't you make me want you too?" At this point, there was nothing he could say or do to change her mind.
Orla's body tautened, her stomach churned, but she cautioned herself not to be overjoyed.
Now that Callan had made a request, her brain suddenly went still. She didn't know how to make him want her too. Although she had never done this, she could try. There was a first time for everything.
"How do I do that?" Her voice was soft, soothing his soul.
He gazed into her eyes, scrutinizing for something he was uncertain about. Her hazel eyes gleamed with innocence as she bit her lips. Fuck! He wanted to pull her closer and spare her the stress of doing things to want her.
Just her eyes were enough for him to bury his cock deep inside her and watch her moan into his ears.
"Do you not know how?" He asked, a smile playing on his lips.
She shook her head and his smile grew bigger. She was too precious and he didn't want to fuck around with her, but teasing her seemed enjoyable.
"Why?" He curved two fingers, calling for her to come closer.
Orla moved on the bed until she was closer with no distance separating them. Her breaths had become sporadic, she stared into Callan's eyes, heated and titillated. One touch from him would melt her away.
"I have never done this." She whispered, her innocence gingerly slaying Callan.
"Do you want to try?"
She loved the flirty tone he used on her. It made her want to go beyond the things she knew about a man and a woman coming together. It challenged her to go deeper, naughtier.
"Am I permitted to try?" Fervour could easily be detected from how she spoke hoarsely and the sound of it killed Callan even more. He wanted her so badly.
"You are." He relaxed his back on the headboard, eyes on Orla.
"Will you change your mind about not sleeping with virgins if I do well?"
Callan smiled. "Orla,"
"Will you?" She didn't want long explanations, she needed a straight answer from him.
"I will consider that." He responded, forcing a smile out of her lips.
"Good," she straightened up, her lightweight leaving no impact on the bed as she stood to her feet. She gingerly tied the loose belt of her robe and ambled to the other side of the bed where Callan was seated, eyes on her, anticipating her magic.
He smiled as she approached, swinging her hips to seduce him. She had no seductive skills, and he was curious to know what she'd do to set him harder than he already was.
She stood in front of him, ducking a little to reach his level. She set her hand to his trousers, settling for his thighs.
She glanced at him, running her hand around his groin. She felt his cock poking out of his shorts.
Callan was already hard for her, she didn't have to do much, but she wanted to prove to him that she could please him, tease until he submitted to her supremacy.
"Orla?" He groaned, kissing his teeth. "What the heck are you doing?" If she continued like that, he wouldn't last long.
He had to toughen up and keep pretending that he wasn't set in the mood when in fact, he was close to spilling his seed if she continued teasing his cock.
"You dared me to make you want me." Orla fondled him faster with her fingers. "That's the only way I can think of. And now it looks like someone is about to burst out." Smirking, she looked down at his wet shorts. "So, how about I yank the shorts off your ass and sing with your cock?"
Callan chuckled. "Sing? Where did you learn such a language?"
"After you told me you don't fuck virgins."