How do you like me?

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‘How do you like me?’ She asked as she walked beside him on the beach, empty except for their presence, and their footsteps, and the roaring of the ocean.

 

She stopped still for a moment and waited.

 

He wondered if she was teasing him. He wondered what she wanted him to say.

 

She had insisted on walking with him, after her performance in the pink hours of day. 

 

She had quite lost herself in the craft of self- pleasure at dawn. And as she writhed and her muscles contracted and spasmed around her fingertips. He had wondered if it mattered that he was there at all.

 

‘What do you mean, how do I like you?’ He stopped and looked at her, long hair messy in the wind, dress thrown on in a hurry, nothing underneath. 

 

That was how exactly how he liked her.

 

‘Show me’ she murmured, nibbling on her lip, wanting him to take her and make her feel it, but she dare not say what she meant.

 

Watching her nibble on her lip gave him the most desperate need to show her exactly how he liked her.

 

He looked at her, moved his finger to her mouth and freed her lip from her clenched teeth, before slowly rubbing his finger around her mouth, penetrating her lips.

 

Oh he wanted to show her.

 

He moved his finger and held her face. Leaning into kiss her, he grazed her lips with his teeth.

 

‘I’ll show you’ his voice was firm, assertive, just liked he knew she liked it.

 

He pulled her to the back of the beach where there were coves amidst the cliffs.

 

Almost hidden but not completely.

 

The walls of the small gap in the rock edge were moist with the sea, he pushed her tight against the wall as his hand moved down and opened her thighs. His fingers were greeted by her moist neediness. He brought his fingers to her lips once more.

 

He did not need to say anything, she licked the taste of her need from his fingers.

 

He grabbed her hands and held them tightly above her head against the sharp rocks. He could see her nipples hard against the soft fabric of her dress and the hunger in her eyes, as he began to push into her sex with his other hand, she opened for him, willing him deeper, grinding against him.

 

He looked, into her eyes and whispered.

 

‘Is this what you wanted me to show you?’

 

She whimpered as she nodded.

 

‘Tell me’ he encouraged her gently.

 

His hand, wet from her desire was back caressing her cheek, rubbing her neediness over her nipples, pinching them.

 

‘Fuck me’ she finally gasped.

 

He released her hand briefly, whilst he lifted off her dress.

 

His eyes lingered upon her.  Naked and full of need. He waited.

 

‘Please Sir!’ 

 

She pleaded with a whisper

 

He smiled, he loved it when she begged.