A Touch Of Temptation Part II

"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with want as he leaned down, his lips barely brushing the swell of my breast. His warm breath fanned across my skin, and I couldn’t stop the way my back arched up toward him, desperate for more of his touch. His mouth moved lower, kissing a slow path down my chest as his hands explored every curve of my body, as though he was committing each part of me to memory.

His hands slid down my waist, fingers grazing the edge of my dress, now bunched up around my hips. With a single, commanding tug, he began to pull it down, the fabric dragging sensually along my thighs. His touch was so deliberate, so maddeningly slow, that it felt like every inch of my skin was being electrified.

I gasped as the dress slipped past my hips and down my legs, leaving me in nothing but a pair of lace panties. Nicanor's green eyes darkened with hunger as he took in the sight of me lying beneath him, exposed, vulnerable, and completely his.

"You're perfect," he rasped, his voice low, almost a growl as he knelt between my legs. His hands traced up my inner thighs, fingers brushing dangerously close to where I ached for him. I squirmed under his touch, my breath coming out in shallow gasps as he took his time, savoring the anticipation building between us.

His fingertips hooked into the waistband of my panties, pulling them down achingly slow, the fabric dragging over my heated skin. I lifted my hips instinctively, desperate to help him, desperate to feel more of him. The panties slipped off, leaving me completely bare beneath his hungry gaze.

Nicanor paused for a moment, his eyes raking over me with unrestrained desire. His breath was heavy, and I could see the tension in his body, the way his muscles flexed as he fought for control. He wanted to devour me, to claim me, but he was holding back, making me wait—making me crave him even more.

He leaned down, his lips trailing hot kisses along my inner thighs, teasing me with every touch. His fingers danced over my slick folds, parting me just enough to make my heart race. My body was trembling beneath him, every nerve on fire as he came closer to where I needed him most.

“N-Nicanor…” I breathed, my voice shaking with anticipation.

“Patience,” he whispered, his voice dark and teasing. He pressed a soft kiss to my thigh before looking up at me, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "I want to savor every inch of you first."

His hands gripped my hips as he kissed a slow, torturous path up my body, his tongue flicking over my skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. When his mouth finally reached my breasts, I gasped, my back arching off the bed as his lips latched onto one hardened nipple. He sucked deeply, rolling the sensitive bud between his lips before flicking it with his tongue, sending jolts of pleasure shooting straight to my pussy.

His free hand roamed lower, his fingers slipping between my legs, teasing my slick folds with agonizingly light strokes. I moaned, my hips bucking toward him, desperate for more. But Nicanor was in complete control, his touch deliberate, teasing, never giving me what I fully wanted.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured against my skin, his voice low and thick with satisfaction. “You want this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasped, unable to hold back the desperate plea in my voice. My body was on fire, aching for release, and the teasing pressure of his fingers between my legs only made the need more unbearable.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my breast as he moved his mouth to the other, lavishing it with the same attention. “Good girl,” he whispered, his words sending a thrill of heat through me.

Without warning, his fingers slid deeper, finding my entrance and thrusting one long finger inside me. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, my body arching into him as a wave of pleasure crashed over me. He began moving his finger in slow, deliberate strokes, curling it just right to hit the most sensitive spot deep inside me. My breath hitched, and I bit my lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape.

“You feel so good,” Nicanor growled against my skin. His thumb brushed over my swollen clit in a maddening rhythm, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. I could feel the tight coil of heat building deep inside, threatening to snap at any moment.

His mouth returned to mine, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. The taste of mint and whisky lingered on his tongue as it slid against mine, the kiss filled with hunger, with the same raw intensity that was driving me to the edge.

I could feel the muscles of his body moving against mine, the heat of his skin pressing into me as he continued to work me with his fingers. His cock, thick and rigid, pressed against my thigh, a reminder of the pleasure still yet to come.

“Nicanor, please,” I moaned into his mouth, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. My body was trembling, so close to the edge, but he was keeping me there, teasing me with his touch.

He pulled back just enough to look down at me, his eyes dark and filled with lust. “You want more?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

“Yes,” I breathed, my body aching for him. I was desperate, needing to feel all of him, to be completely consumed by him.

He smiled, a wicked, knowing smile that sent a shiver down my spine.