Going for Gold - Part 4

Finishing the race…

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“Um…” I’m not sure how apart he wants my legs but it turns out it doesn’t matter because as soon as I spread them slightly, he kneels down between them. 

He wraps his large hands around my thighs and pushes gently up until my legs are bent but flat against the floor.

“Impressive flexibility,” he comments and he presses my legs into the mat. I feel the muscles in my inner thigh stretching pleasantly. The feel of his strong fingers pressing into my thighs coupled with laying so exposed and open beneath him are starting to make me even wetter. “And I can see you’re enjoying yourself too.”

I look up to see him grinning down at me, glancing between my legs. I look to where he’s looking and see what he means – there’s a small wet spot on my leggings. I feel my cheeks warming and I open my mouth to explain but he cuts me off.

“Don’t say anything,” he tells me. “And definitely do not apologise. Just let me take care of you.”

My pulse quickens as he says this and I watch him as one of his hands slides further up my thigh until it’s resting on my crotch. My heart is thumping so hard I feel like it’s going to burst out of my chest but I can’t deny the jolt of pleasure he just caused me.

“Good girl,” he smirks as I let my head fall back onto the mat.

Heath starts to rub over the thin fabric of my leggings and I bite my lip, feeling the warmth of his hand as he grazes my clit. He continues on for a few minutes, gently circling and teasing and driving me crazy. Finally, his other hand moves.

He pushes up my top and peels up my sports bra until I am bare-chested beneath him. He gives an approving grunt before fondling them, his thumb and forefinger squeezing my nipple. I give a small gasp at the rough touch. 

“Does that feel good?” he mumbles and when I look up at him, his eyes are glazed over with lust.

“It feels so good,” I whisper. Heath responds by dipping his head and taking my nipple into his mouth. His tongue is warm and soft as he sucks and it’s like there’s a direct line between my nipple and my clit. I start to gyrate against his hand, desperate for more stimulation, as his teeth graze my nipple gently.

“Tell me what you want,” he instructs me firmly.

“I want more,” I breathe. “Please, give me more.”