SEX WITH THE VIRGIN MAID novel Chapter 73

"Would you let me Cara?" He repeated with a gruff voice like someone who has been starved for a very long time but Hera remained silent. She didn't understand why he kept on asking her to go on. They had already come this far and if she didn't want him to go on, she would've stopped him a long time ago.

"I told you I want to savor you. Memorize you and brand you." He only uttered a soft but strained chuckle. "But i won't go further unless you tell me to."

She kissed his forehead. "You can Bryce. You can go further. I'm not planning on stopping you." She encouraged.

"In this I will have my way. We'll just see how long you can hold out." Hera had since lost control over her body where he was concerned, and strangely, she didn't mourn the loss.

He pressed his erection against her and she gasped. She rubbed her chest against his, urging him on. He moaned and bit into her collarbone. His hands were everywhere, all over her. Every so often he paused to simply look at her, or to whisper erotic promises in her ear but always, he left her aching for more.

"You feel so good against me, Cara. I have to touch more of you." He whispered seductively in a low tone.

"Yes, yes," She groaned and then, "No, no," When he did. She was on fire for him. She was literally burning.

His tongue licked and sucked her exposed neck and chest. He kneaded her butt. She writhed; she melted into him; when she couldn't take it anymore, she tried to force his hands where she needed them the most, but he always thwarted her efforts by drawing his palms a safe distance away.

"Bryce it's too much." She moaned, her voice whiny.

His laugh was a taut, desperate purr. His hands dipped inside her bra but instead of cupping and squeezing as he so ravenously craved, he teased a fingertip around her hardened nipple.

The action only increased her frustration, her need. How was he doing this to her? Why was he doing this to her? Making her want, need and crave more?

She shuddered slightly when he grazed the tip of her waiting nipple with his teeth. Her hips jerked, and she almost came again. "Yes, there. Right there! Do that again." She didn't know if any of the words she spewed made sense but she couldn't help it. She needed some kind of release. Whether frantic or not.

He gave her other nipple the same treatment. A light grazing, followed quickly by the heat of his tongue. Her lower body arched into him. Just one more touch. One more.

"Where else do you need me?" He demanded, all touches ceased.

"Everywhere, Bryce. I don't know." Instinctively, she reached between their bodies and wrapped her trembling hand around the hardness of his crotch. He didn't mutter a single word as he stared down at her.

Watching his face intently, she led his hand to the juncture between her legs and guided his fingers through my bare womanhood. Then she rocked forward.

Contact. She needed contact. She moaned at the action.

His hand darted away. He growled and followed. In the next instant, she heard fabric rip, felt the cool air. He has lost the last of his control. Hera was suddenly completely naked and flat on her back. Bryce discarded his remnant of his own clothes quickly and was suddenly naked.

He stood over her, his chest heaving, his dick ready. His hair seemed lighter than a ray of sunshine, and his eyes... his eyes were blazing with passion, bright and crystalline. He gazed down at her body, at her spread legs and wet arousal that was laid bare for him.

"You amaze me," He said. Muscles bunching, he knelt and crawled over her. They both gasped as skin met skin.

"I'd hoped to prolong this, to prolong our pleasure, but you are driving me crazy with your little moans and your bold caresses Cara." He rocked himself against her, careful not to enter her.

He kissed her breasts, dragged his teeth over her nipples, and positioned himself for penetration. He poised himself at the precipice, not actually pushing inside.