The petite shivering form that he had firmly pinned to the table jerked again, letting out a sound somewhere between a moan and a whimper when his hand smacked sharply against her backside a second time. When his strong hand started to knead the pert flesh the sound degenerated into a sound and needy whimper. Arianna was still having trouble processing that this was really happening. After all her months of fantasizing about Sean she was actually here and she had never even guessed it would be like this. Even her pigtails shook at the more intense shiver that ran through her from all the thoughts whirling in her head about what he might do next. She wanted everything right now. Sean let her legs down and a groan slipped from her. Even as flexible as she was it was a definite relief for her back to not be strained like that. As small as she was only the tips of her toes grazed the floor.<br/><br/>Clearly she was not the only one that was eager for all that was still to come. Sean's strong hands moved all over her body, tormenting her tender flesh and making her moan in pleasure. She did not bother holding back now. It was pointless. Sean knew by the heat of her skin and by her body's little movements that every touch was having a definite effect so there was no point denying him the sounds that welled up inside of her. Besides, she wanted to give him all the feedback she could in the hopes it would only urge him to further use her. Arianna whined with every teasing touch, every soft caress. It was going to drive her insane if Sean just kept tracing lines at random over her smooth flesh. When she was on the verge of begging him to give her more, he seemed to read her mind and his hands shifted to tug her skirt down, letting it drop to hang around her ankles. A blush seared her cheeks at the feel of her thong being tugged aside to leave her bare to Sean's eyes yet again. The force in those strong hands had trickles of wetness sliding lazily down her inner thighs and she spread her legs more, offering herself up to this wonderful man.<br/><br/>Arianna longed to just feel him take her right now like this but she knew Sean did not rush into anything and she worried that he would simply tease her until she did in fact beg. The thought was both intensely shameful and erotic. She had never found a man that could resist her charms when she brought them to bear and she assumed that Sean had wanted this as long as she had. After all, he would not go to these lengths on a whim. Yet, he seemed immune to her charms. Perhaps it was because he was in control and he had all the time he wanted to sample every inch of her to his satisfaction. She was panting harshly through soft, parted lips as his fingers moved up the curve of her back. She could feel him leaning in and cried out at the feel of him, iron hard, against her eager opening. She pouted, realizing that he was still fully dressed. Again she blushed, knowing that he would feel the heat from between her thighs and that the front of his pants would be stained with her wetness. That perfect ass he seemed to enjoy so much tensed as she forced herself not to grind lewdly back against him.<br/><br/>He was expertly distracting her, keeping her off balance as he again shifted her focus with the teasing touch of his tongue to the sensitive skin at the back of her neck. It was as if he was soothing the earlier hurt of his attack on her pressure point. It was also ticklish enough to make her squirm. The tension broke and that near perfect backside shifted, grinding her shamelessly against his trapped erection while his lips moved along her neck to her ear. The nibbling of him teeth made her cry out. How was it that he seemed to so easily find every little spot that made her shiver. It was too much to bear all of it and she knew that she was dangerously close to a second orgasm already even though he was barely doing anything compared to when he was between her legs. The feel of being stripped was even arousing somehow. The way his hands slid over her, baring more of her pale skin to his eyes as he saw fit. Everything seemed to add to her pleasure, no matter how small it was. His every touch left her more breathless than the last. When his hands slid up her back, taking her tank top of with them and bit her lip hard. The shirt caught on the underside of her breasts, unable to find a path past with them pressed to the table as they were. She did not move to aid him in stripping her. She enjoyed the way he could easily manhandle her small, tight body and was not about to pass up an opportunity to feel his hands on her again. This was all just too good and the fact that his hips held her trapped between his body and the table edge all the while her wetness soaking into his pants. She thought she might faint if he made her wait much longer.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>