it
is...”
With a single finger, Slader
touched between Jessica’s shoulder blades and ran down her back. He kept going
past her back to her backside and then around, touching between her legs.
“The rest is for me,” he whispered
and laughed.
I
can touch her, she’ll let me.
-if
she lets me
I
can hold her, she’ll want me.
-if
she wants me
I
can see her, she’ll see me.
-if
she sees me
I
can love her, she’ll love me.
-if
she loves me
.8.
Jessica let out a cry, not caring.
She could only focus on the intense pressure between her legs. The six months
since someone touched her suddenly felt like a lifetime. And as far as how long
had it been since someone actually pleasured her... it had been way too long to
keep track.
With just one finger, Slader moved
up and back, gliding along the curve of Jessica’s most sexual and sensitive
spot. He added pressure and another finger. Jessica could feel it... she could
feel his fingers between her legs. Pushing against her jeans, into her panties,
into her body itself. Her tender skin was so wet, her soft folds desperate to
open and allow Slader into her.
Slader pushed with his left hand,
sending Jessica forward a little. She hit the piano keys, sour notes colliding.
Slader’s hand between her legs kept moving, faster by the second, demanding her
to come. His body was still against hers, pushing harder. As Jessica tried to
breathe, it started to become difficult. She was pinned against a piano, Slader
touching her, growling in her ear, commanding her body’s sexual needs. This was
actually happening. It was finally happening. Jessica releasing herself to
Slader. Allowing him to touch her. Allowing him to have her. There was no
stopping this now. It was a fantasy come to life for Jessica. Maybe for Slader
too…
“Come,” Slader said. “Prove it to
me. You want to fuck a rockstar? Is that what you want? They come for me, right
now.”
Jessica whimpered and bent her
knees as everything began to mount. Her muscles tightened and Slader held his
ground. His hand was between her legs, pushing up as hard as he could. It wasn’t
just about the pressure anymore. It was about force. It was about command. With
each passing second, Jessica succumbed to Slader more and more. Everything now
made sense. Everything now had a purpose. His touch would be her desire. The
taste of his mouth, his body, still foreign, would become her want. The thrust
of his body into her would become her want.
For one night.
It was something Jessica had tried
to promise herself. Just one night. One night with Alex Slader, the hottest
rockstar in the world. One night with him... anywhere he wanted her, anything
he wanted to give her. And anything he wanted in return. The thought made
Jessica desperate everywhere, her mouth and lips were eager and hungry. She
wanted to taste Slader’s skin, muscles, and sex. Her fingertips shivered with
excitement, wanting to explore all of him.
“Come for me,” Slader said as he
placed his lips to Jessica’s earlobe. He kissed and then he nibbled, almost
romantic. Then his teeth clamped and pulled . So dominating.
Jessica let out a cry and her body
began to shake.
“Yes,” Slader said. “I’m commanding
you to come. Right now.”
Slader added more pressure, more
force between Jessica’s legs. She felt her panties moving against her burning
center, welcoming the orgasm. The moment she began to come, Slader took his
hand away. As though he were some kind of perfectionist, as though he had
mastered Jessica’s body without ever meeting her or touching her before.
Slader placed his hands on her hips
and held her as she came. He rocked her left to right, slowly, allowing the
orgasm to keep going. Jessica’s panties had become too wet; they were thin and
stuck between her gentle folds. They also pulled, rubbing at her clitoris.
Everything Slader did was perfect. Perfect and dripping with a sexual intensity
that Jessica never knew could