The Director's Cut by Js Taylor (if you give a mouse a cookie read aloud txt) 📕

his thumbs under my breasts and traces the line of them underneath.

“Mmmmm.” My body is on fire for him.

He moves his mouth downwards, this time stroking a path with his tongue. The sudden change of contact is like a lightning bolt of lust, striking my whole body at once.

I feel my back arch off the bed, and his hands grasp my waist, pinning me back down.

His lips have reached the top of my panties now, and he begins inching them down with his fingers. Every part of my body begins pulsing for him as he lifts my legs and drops my panties into the floor.

Gently, he spreads my legs, and as the cool air creates a new sensation on my wetness, I hear myself cry out.

Then he’s blowing warm air onto me, and it’s exquisite. I don’t want him to stop. But then his tongue is there, and I feel myself transported to another dimension of pleasure.

“Aaaaaah!” I feel myself pull up off the bed again, and James’s strong hands return to my hips, pinning me back down.

His mouth never breaks contact between my legs, and the waving warmth of his tongue is pure ecstasy.

“Oh my God,” I murmur. “That is incredible.”

James lifts his mouth away just fractionally. “Oh Issy,” he grins, his breath hot against me, “I’ve hardly got started.”

His mouth moves back between my legs, and I gasp. He varies the movements of his tongue, creating a barrage of incredible sensations and wracking my entire lower body with throbbing pleasure.

Then he stands, and I open my eyes wider to see him standing over me.

“I’m going to tie you up now,” he says, “and use a vibrator on you.”

I nod, not sure if he’s waiting for a response. Right now, I would agree to anything.

James slides open a bedside drawer and removes a soft length of black rope.

“Raise up your arms,” he whispers, “I’m going to tie you to the bed.”

I raise my arms up and let him secure my wrists. As I feel myself bound up, another arc of sensation comes into play. This helplessness lends a new fission to the desire already coursing through my body.

Then James takes a silver vibrator from the drawer. I’ve seen it before. This was one of the toys which James put in my chalet, back in London. I remember the pulsing feeling as I turned it on, and feel myself swell with expectation.

It’s curved and elegant looking, but it’s also fairly large. I wonder if he means to use it inside me.

“I’m enjoying making love to you,” whispers James as he climbs onto the bed and positions himself between my legs. “Everything I’m going to do to you is about giving you the most pleasure.”

He leans forward and kisses my mouth deeply. Knowing where his mouth has been should make me uncomfortable. But in the riot of sensations hitting my body, I don’t care about a single thing but how much I want him.

I feel the hardness of the vibrator in his hand.

“I’m going to slide this inside you,” he says. “It’s large enough to open you up a little. But you’re already wet enough that it won’t hurt you.”

I nod, finding it easy to put my faith in him utterly.

And then he slides the smooth vibrator deep inside me.

Ahhhhhh. The sensation of it, hard, deep, but not him. It’s difficult to describe. I feel filled up, but in a different way, to having James there.

I look into his eyes, and he moves forward and kisses me again. As his lips meet mine, he twitches his finger, and the pulsing vibrations light up inside of me.

“Oooooo,” I moan aloud, sighing into his mouth as he kisses me.

It’s a deeply erotic sensation, rooted inside my body.

“I want you to know how much I love you,” says James, his eyes on mine. “I want to see your face whilst I’m giving you pleasure, Issy.”

Inside of me, the vibrations are building up and up. As though I’m about to explode.

“I want you,” I whisper, lost in his eyes. “I want you inside of me.”

“Not yet.”

He moves away and slides off his trousers and boxers, freeing himself. I see his hand reach out to take a condom, and then his mouth is back down between my legs. And now the sensation is like nothing I have ever felt.

“Oh God!” I am writhing in total ecstatic bliss as James’s mouth works me expertly, and the toy pulses inside. “Please James.”

Slowly, he slides it out of me, and keeping his mouth tight against my wetness, moves the vibrator to make a shimmering path over each of my nipples.

I feel my breasts lift as the vibrations feather other them, sending a deep pulse of pleasure right through my chest.

Then James pulls away his mouth from between my legs, and he’s naked, on top of me. His hand rolls on a condom, and his mouth hits mine again.

I can taste myself on his lips, and the headiness of knowing this makes me kiss his more fervently.

He brings his hand down between our bodies, continuing the stroking contact on my clitoris where his mouth left.

And then he’s deep inside me. Deeper than he’s ever been, making measured thrusts.

“Oh James!” My arms are restrained. And I push against him, moving my mouth and arching my body as far into him as I can. I want every part of me touching him as he builds a relentless rhythm inside of me.

“I’m going to come.” As I say the words, my orgasm hits like a starburst. I feel myself lift up away from the bed, and James’s hot sweat is slick against my naked skin.

He reaches up and pulls on the ropes, securing my hands. I feel my wrists come apart, and my arms fall freely to the bed.

Automatically, my hands grip his behind, driving him as far into me as possible, and as I clutch at him, I feel him gasp and thrust harder.

White hot heat sweeps across every part of me,