Dominated by the Librarian #3: 'Surrender to Obey' (male submission erotica) Read Online Free PDF Page B

harder in response. I wanted nothing else than to stand up, spreading her legs and take her roughly from behind. The visual image in my mind almost made me reach down and touch myself, but instead I tried to get rid of the rather distracting though by concentrating on her again.
    She had spread her legs a little bit apart, clearly signalling that she was ready, but not telling me to proceed, so I cupped one hand under one of her full breast and massaged the nipple between my fingers, playing with it lazily.
    “You are so beautiful,” I mumbled . I stood up slowly and experimentally I moved my body a little bit closer to her, so that my chest touched her backside and I embraced her from behind. She reacted by pressing her body closer to mine. The water and the lather from the soap increased the sensation of the sudden skin contact and although I tried to control myself I was unable to stop myself from pressing my erection against her soft bottom to let her feel excitedly how excited I was.
    “Are you getting turned on?” she asked softly, although she most definitely already knew the answer to that question.
    “Yes,” I admitted and while I continued to massage one of her perfectly rounded breast with one hand I let the other hand glide downward until I touched the soft hair between her legs. “Very much,” I added in a thick voice that betrayed just how turn of I was.
    “And do you want me?” she continued, somewhat breathlessly. I felt her press herself a little bit further against me. It felt like all blood in my body surged downwards and the light, teasing touch when my erection glided against her body covered in water and soap was almost delirious with excitement.
    “Yes,” I whispered huskily.
    I pushed my hips forward, so that there could be no doubt about how turned on she had made me and I heard her sigh with pleasure as my hardness glided back and forth against her body, but without really entering her.
    “Please,” I groaned in desperation, pressing myself firmer against her. I nuzzled the hair at her neck, placing a trail of kisses from her ear to her collarbone. Teasingly I let my fingertips brush against the wet hair in between her legs and when she didn’t protest, I continued and started to slowly stroke her gently.
    “No, not yet,” she answered although I felt her move against me and my fingers. Her voice was pleasantly unsteady.
    “But I’m so turned on,” I mumbled in her hair.
    My index finger experimentally glided in between her lips and I found her most sensitive spot , brushing against her clitoris and I heard her gasp in reply. She was just as excited as I was, I realized, because she was wet under my touch, which wasn’t only a result of the trickling water from the shower. I let my fingers make small circles, touching her teasingly, before I started slowly and rhythmically to stroke her.
    “Good boy,” she mumbled and turned her head and reached up to kiss me, burying her hands in my hair to drag me down. Her comment made even harder. There was something in the way she said it in combination with that she was the one in control that just frankly did it for me.
    “Please,” I begged, not teasing her anymore. I pressed myself desperately against her and I knew that I would probably come against her backside if she denied me. My erection rubbed against her soft skin. “Please...” I repeated.
    For a second ice-blue her eyes met mine in a crystal-clear moment of full awareness. Time seemed to slow down and I let her see all my raw desire for her, but also the honest pure need that I wanted her permission.
    An emotion I couldn’t really decipher crossed her face and her pupils dilated, suddenly looking large, dark and nearly predatory.
    “Take me,” she ordered.
    I growled in reply, a mixture of desperation and relief that she didn’t deny me anymore.
    And finally I did what I had wanted to do ever since I stepped into the shower. W ith water drizzling down on us I embraced