Five

I really don't think I will ever be able to let him go now, why did he have to make me cum so many times? Why did he know which places to touch and caress to make me lose my mind?

He nibbled on my right nipple while his left hand caressed mine, it was dangerously wandering to the most treasured place of any woman. My body was vibrating with happiness and elicit. I was anticipating the pleasure I would feel if he touched me just once.

I was moaning and making embarrassing noises, that I really never thought I would. He was making me yearn for him, I guess this was his way of getting back at me for all those times I teased him. He was teasing me the cruelest way a man can to a woman.

He was not giving me what a wanted. I really wanted to feel his touch on my core, I wanted him to flick my clit with his fingers. I wanted his long fingers inside my pussy. I was fu*king wet. I was drenched with need, I whined.

"Adrian, please!" I begged like a fu*king bitch in heat. Why was he making me beg? The man was taking my dignity away. This is fu*king frustrating. I huffed with annoyances and he had the nerve to chuckle.

"What do you want, sweet Eleanor" he blew on my very sensitive nipple.

My lower stomach was fluid with butterflies and ecstasy, it was pure pleasure. Who would have known just a blow would make me almost cum with happiness? Just ridiculous.

He started kissing down my body slowly, his right hand squeezed my right breast, a burst of pleasure went through my body.

I screamed with ecstasy and exhilaration. I was pathetic, I just came with him squeezing my boob, I am a disgrace to the women's power.

He didn't give me time to really ponder on the fu*king shame I just did, his finger caressed my clit, a chill of excitement went through my body and I found myself jumping up with shock and pleasure.

I wanted him to put more pressure but he was being a tease. He was licking my abdomen going dangerously slow to the lower parts of my body. His left hand was back on caressing my thighs, his tongue was a master in licking my body and giving me pleasure.

My libido was really not withstanding this horror of merciless torture Adrian was invoking within me. I really was losing my mind in need, yet he had not done that much. Seriously, I was sexually hungry and wanted this man. He decided to touch me as his lover.

What happened to the rough and rushed kissing and reaping of clothes?

If this was his way of payback, the man was really making me lose my mind. He really was killing me slowly with need and it was overwhelming, I felt myself losing patience and tearing up with want. He was being cruel giving me a taste of pleasure but refusing to fulfill it.

"Jesus Christ Adrian, just fu*k me already. How can you be so cruel?" I suddenly burst out with anger, accompanied by a sob of agony. I was in pain, the itch wouldn't go away and every time I was getting closer he would suddenly pull away.

He stilled and looked at me with shock and pity, maybe he realized he had gone too far.

My eyes were filled with unshed tears, and I am sure my face was red with anger. I am not a weak woman but right now, he made me look like one. I did not like that one bit. Actually, I fu*king hated it.

"I am sorry sweetheart, I promise you will get your pleasure." He kissed my lips with tenderness, I really did not see him having it, but I guess this day is full of surprises. He can surprise me all the way he wants.

His left hand found my core again and his middle finger slowly caressed around my opening, his thumb rubbed my swollen clit. He was kissing my jaw down to my neck. He went on to nibble on my right earlobe and I was squeamish there, that is my most sensitive part.

"Oh, someone is ticklish and sensitive," he said teasingly while he hungrily licked on my earlobe. I was shivering with excitement, and elicit of recognition was awakened inside my heart.

"I love how your body responds to me," he huskily said.

"So wet and drenched for me, so sensitive" he carried on to speak naughtily and making me more excited.

"So fu*king responsive, do you want me to fuck you hard or sensual? Do you want me to make love to you dear Eleanor?" he teased again. Motherfu*ker I inwardly whined.

"Hard," I said it breathy, I was a moaning mess now. He suddenly entered me with his finger.

"Oh God, yes" I suddenly cried out. It was as if heaven was given to me on a silver platter, seriously the dude was killing me slowly.

He chuckled.

"You like that don't you?" he continued to tease me.

"Would you like more, perhaps?" he asked while adding another finger.

"Good heavens" was the answer I gave, my body jumping up with elation. He pushed me down with his body making sure I was still and not moving.

"Don't. Move," he commanded, my body congested with pleasure, I was seeing stars.

His voice was husky and exotic, he moved down to my core and knelt down. He looked into my eyes with so much intensity, and then devoured me with his hot and experience mouth. 'My fu*king G.'

He rolled his tongue inside me and I was done for.

I found myself between heaven and earth, I was floating like a feather in the air. The happiness and satisfaction I felt right then were so pleasurable, it made me experience ecstasy on its core.

If he said he couldn't go further, I would have accepted that.

I have never came that much before, like I said, I am a whore when I am drunk.

You cannot really believe I would remember everything, but this was going in "Eleanor's books of pleasure"

He was experienced, I was jealous of those who experienced his amazing talents before me. It made me angry that they took that first experience from me, but I was being a hypocrite.