How Do You Want Me? - Sex Stories

How Do You Want Me?

"How do you want me?" There. She'd said it. Through trembling lips and in a voice that was barely her own, she'd finally said the words he'd wanted her to say. How do you want me . An invitation, a submission. And yet a statement at the same time. Tell me how you want me….and if you're lucky, you can have it. That's what he'd wanted, this incredible man of hers. This new lover who had so swiftly, so easily, banished every ghost of her past, had chased away all the demons lurking in her soul. This man, who now wanted her to revel in her ultimate power; the power to submit to his lust, to the sharp, keen desire that flared in his eyes when he looked at her. Just like he was doing now. Only now, the heat in his eyes was almost feral, the stern set of his jaw resolute. As if her words had unlocked some hidden lust that he'd only ever hinted at before. He stood, gloriously naked, at the side of the bed, gazing down at her naked body as she lay, pliant, open, waiting for him to decide what do to her. His cock surged at her words, thicker and harder than she'd ever seen, all but throbbing with need. Anticipation shivered through her, chilling her naked skin but warming the damp, lush folds of her sex. He said nothing. Rather, he spoke only with his eyes as he slowly reached for her, his strong hand gently trailing along her jaw and down in between the valley of her breasts. Then his caress became a command, a subtle gripping of her waist, and with one fluid, easy motion he guided ...

... her over onto her stomach, her hair spilling into her face, a small cry of surprise and delight escaping her lips. His mouth against the back of her neck was hot and sensuous, kissing down her spine in a slow torturous trail. Her shoulders, her back….slow, open-mouthed, scorching kisses that ignited her senses wherever they fell. As though the skin beneath his roaming lips was the most decadent of tastes. Her nipples hardened against the blanket beneath her and she squirmed, trying in vain to sate the wet desire that surged between her legs. Still, he said nothing. But his hands began to wander the length of her, curving gently over her ass, squeezing her flesh in a grip so possessive, so firm and unyielding. She was his. Every lick, every kiss, every grasp of her flesh told her she was his, and he would take her, however he wanted. And as though she were made of nothing, nothing but air and light and a heady desire that coursed through her veins, he positioned her with confident hands, laying her width-wise across the bed and pulling her knees back to the edge of the bed, her calves falling away unsupported. And with confident hands he eased her up onto her knees, too, tilting her hips up and nudging her legs apart. A sliver of fear sliced through her. She felt so exposed, so vulnerable, as the cool air whispered over her pussy and made the liquid heat of her arousal feel even hotter. She closed her eyes and drew in a trembling breath as she felt him sink down to his knees ...