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The Gardener
Date: 8/1/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: ReaperTess1, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories
around the side of the bikini bottoms, "Tell me you need it." My breaths come in heavy pants as I whisper, "I need it." With one quick tug he pulls the bottoms over my hips and down my legs. I raise and close them as he pulls the bottoms further down. With a flick of his hands he wraps them around my ankles, trapping them together. He shifts closer to me and slides between my legs, leaving my trapped ankles resting behind his back. Leaning forward he runs his hands up my rib cage and behind my back. He expertly unhooks my top and very slowly runs his hands down my arms, taking the straps of the top with him. Once they reach my wrists he twists the straps tying my hands together. A look of uncertainty passes across my face. How has he managed to turn this around so quickly? I thought I was the one seducing him. "Don't worry, Leah, I won't hurt you." he drawls looking me over, "Unless you ask me to." "I'm not worried." I croak. His laugh is easy as he raises my hands above my head, "Sure you're not." I grip the top of the lounger as his eyes roam over me. I'm completely exposed to him, every inch of me is on display. I suddenly feel very shy and very aroused. A weird combination. He pulls me lower on the lounger and I feel for the first time that he is as aroused as I am. His dick is straining against his denims and I slowly cast my eyes down to have a look. He follows my gaze and smiles. "All in good time." he says with a chuckle. His finger runs down my body from my neck to ... my naval, missing all the places I want him to touch me. I hold my breath as he sets about teasing me with feather light touches that make my skin burn. They roam over my breasts but miss my nipples and down my stomach to tease the top of my thighs. They move along the side of my throbbing pussy but make no attempt to move any closer. My breath is coming in pants as I beg him with my eyes to stop the torture, just touch me! He seems to read my thoughts as his hands come up and mold my breasts. His grip is soft until I arch my back thrusting them into his hands. He squeezes tighter and pinches my nipples. My sigh is long and deep as he rolls them between his thumb and finger. My body aches to have more, to have everything he can give me. "Please." I beg. "Is this what you want?" he asks as he pulls on my nipples. "Yes." I rasp. "Or maybe it's this..." he adds as his hands run down my body to touch my soaking wet pussy. "Oh god, yes!" I cry, "That's what I want." He smiles as his fingers pry open my lips and begin to explore. They run up and down my opening teasing my clit with the faintest of touches. He slips a finger tip inside me as I gasp for air. I arch my hips up to push his finger deeper inside me but he pulls it away, denying me. A sigh of frustration escapes my throat. I begin to move my hands down from above my head but he catches them and raises them back up. "No." he says firmly, "Stay as you are." I make a sound that is somewhere between a groan and a growl as his ...