This is the 4th part of the saga between Liz and Adam. At the end of this post, I will be posting the previous 3 parts. Thank you for reading
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Privacy
Liz slithered off of Adam's lap, freeing herself from his busy tickling fingers.
“Going somewhere?” he asked, grabbing the sash binding her wrists together, stopping her from straying far.
“No.” She responded in near-inaudible tone. A strange heat blossomed inside of her. She became aware of just how much Adam intimidated her. Raw anxiety pulsed through her veins as her eyes connected with his eyes in that moment.
It's not that she feared him... she feared the knowledge of her he possessed.
Ever since their opening confessions, their declarations of desires, an uneasiness began taking root in her system. Her secrets had been revealed. She had never felt so naked, felt such intoxicating vulnerability before.
Or such uncontrollable lust. It terrified her.
He was the first to hear admission, to hear her speak of her consuming craving, her anxious need to feel fingers relentlessly tease and tickle her, rendering her senseless, causing torturous ecstasy. But despite her confession, in spite of knowing just how much he loved tickling her, witnessing her delicious agony, she couldn't help fearing the fullness of her desires...she feared revealing too much of herself. But he discovered her secrets anyway.
In her office that afternoon...he discovered them. With her long legs draped over his shoulders, shaking with every tantalizing brush stroke sweeping, darting around the sensitive skin of her soft thighs, her knees...the soles of her feet
...her womanhood...he uncovered her secrets. Secrets she did not know about herself.
So when she looked into Adam's eyes now...she felt undeniably exposed.
Adam tugged firmly at the sash lacing her wrists together.
“Liz?” Something about how he said her name this time sent chills through her.
“Yes?” Liz answered. Her timid gaze rested on the floor.
“You wanna talk about what happened to you earlier?” He smirked.
Liz flushed. She hoped he wasn't referring to...
“I-I'm not sure what you mean.” Her voice trailed off. She burned at the sweet,
shameful memories of that afternoon.
Adam smiled. Her shyness was enticing. She seemed uncomfortable...almost embarrassed. And he relished pushing through her comfort zone.
“You wanna know something Liz?” He accentuated her name. Butterflies shot through her abdomen.
She kept her eyes on the floor, unable to bring herself to meet his gaze. And standing in front of him wearing next to nothing did little to aid her exposed mind state. She shivered. Goosebumps covered her skin.
“What?” she finally replied.
Adam tugged her closer.
“Do you have any idea how badly I've wanted to get you alone since this afternoon?”
He wrapped the sash around and around his hand, reeling her in, pulling her closer. And with his other hand...he began drawing circles, running his fingertips all over the backs of Liz's hands...slow, lazy circles, creeping up her forearms. More goosebumps appeared on her flesh.
Liz looked up from the floor, spellbound, following the patterns he drew on her skin. As she watched his caress, an embarrassing ache flooded her. She bit her bottom lip and looked away.
Adam enjoyed watching her nervous excitement stir.
He reached up, pulling Liz onto his lap again, absorbing the warmth of her inviting body. He grazed his fingertips slowly up her arms, pausing to draw intricate circles around her shoulders, then leisurely descended his caress down her arms again.
Liz fidgeted on his lap. She could not keep still. With every sweep of his fingers, Liz became increasingly aware of the longing building within her. She loved his dizzying touch...but she was paralyzed to admit it.
Her struggle was becoming apparent. Adam leaned back on the bed, lifting one of her legs over him, making her straddle him, wrapping her long limbs around his waist. He slid his head up between her arms, resting her bound wrists behind his neck. She could not hide anymore.
He leaned in, touching his forehead to hers, forcing her gaze to meet his...and kissed her. He kissed her like the sky was falling. Every moment their mouths caressed, every taste they took, sent the two into passionate chaos.
Suddenly Liz felt his fingers. She tensed, gasping, her lips still engaged in ardent kiss. He began to softly stroke her, teasing every delicate contour of her ticklish sides, down and around the curves of her hips, returning to caress up and down her sides again.
A giggle arose, but couldn't escape her lips. Adam increased the urgency of his kiss, moving his fingers faster against her skin. His hands found their way up to the curves surrounding the hollows under her arms. Her breaths grew faster. A panicked moan came from her throat, unable to be freed from her lips, still locked in passionate kiss. Her body tensed as he slowly slid his fingertips, teasing around and inside the hollows beneath her arms. His kiss inflamed her, her lust climbing while his touch wreaked havoc within her. She struggled against the ticklish pleasure eroding her senses.
But she could not free herself. Her arms were secure around Adam's neck, wrists still bound together behind his head. Adam's caress inched around her sides to her back. Her form jerked forward involuntarily, arching her body into his, pressing against him. He swirled his fingertips all over her smooth skin, up and down her spine, all around her shoulders. She twisted with every caress, each one causing her body to jump in a different way. Giggles hovered inside the brinks of her lips, then fluttered throughout her body. The sensation of her trapped laughter drove her insane, eliciting a moan from within. Her moans pleaded with Adam, begging him to cease his delightful torment.
He broke his lips away from hers, kissing his way over to her ear. She trembled, listening to him draw in his breath to speak...
“I wonder what happens...,” he whispered in between kissing her neck and ears,”...when I kiss you here...,” his kisses to her neck grew fervent, ”...and I tickle you here.”
Adam's exploring fingers had made their way down to her hips. He could feel her clench her thighs around his waist, feel her bracing her defenseless skin against his touch. He strolled his fingertips over her hips, traveling around her exquisitely ticklish thighs, increasing her agony as he explored her.
Liz sucked her breath in sharply, her body bucking against his with every touch, unable to evade his fingers...ticklish tremors coursing inside of her. She was feverish from his tantalizing mouth on her neck. Her body twitched at every new spot he tickled. Her giggles mixed with moans as he traced his fingertips all over her soft thighs. She writhed against his hips as he drew circles around her knees...as he brushed back and forth behind them, over and over again...as his hands lightly tickled up and down the undersides of her thighs. She shook her head spastically, trying to deny the wonderfully horrendous torture she was forced to endure.
He trailed his fingers down her body, as she squirmed hotly against him. He ran his fingertips over her legs closed tightly around him. Liz laughed, her body shaking gently as he reached behind him, hands searching, caressing her excruciatingly ticklish ankles. She tried jerking her legs away, but they remained locked around his waist.
He kissed her again, flicking his fingertips slowly around her ankles. Her laughter was muffled by his strong kiss. She clenched up at the ticklish assault making its way over the tops of her soft feet. Her legs gripped tighter around him, trying to guard against the ticklish waves flooding her body.
She tore her mouth away from his, laughing hysterically as his hands journeyed to the soles of her sensitive feet. Her body jumped as his fingers tickled her there, scratching gently against the bottoms of her feet. He circled around and around heels, and stroked his way slowly up her soles. He brushed his fingertips back and forth on the undersides of her soft toes. She cried out, collapsing against him in tortured laughter as his fingers snaked in and out between her toes. She curled them up, hoping to keep his fingers out, but to no avail.
His touch slowed, and he deliberately ran his fingertips slowly, teasing their way up and down her soles, tracing every wrinkle on the bottoms of her feet, his caress too feathery to elicit laughter. Liz shifted uncomfortably on his lap, her hips grinding against his. A moan shuddered its way from her lips. Pangs of arousal shot through her with every teasing stroke of his fingers on the soles of her feet. He grazed lightly back over the tops of her them, his hands crawling leisurely up her long legs, circling around her knees, his tickling fingers finally settling on her inner thighs. Liz could not stop the ticklish sensations, could not close her legs encircling him.
She groaned, her body wiggling as his fingers skimmed around her thighs. An untamed fire grew deep in her core, as she struggled, helpless against Adam's insistent tickling. She blushed furiously, thrashing wildly as his hands relentlessly teased her skin. She was losing control amidst the dizzying feelings his ticking fingers evoked, a shameful pleasure building between her thighs.
Abruptly, Adam turned over, rolling Liz underneath his strong body. He grabbed her waist, sliding her quickly up to the top of the bed. He carefully removed her arms from around his shoulders, and tied the end of the sash binding her wrists together to the headboard.
Adam looked into far into Liz's eyes, drinking in the anxious arousal within her gaze. He reached down into his pocket, pulling out a narrow wooden case the size of a pencil box. He unlatched the lock, pulling out a handful of art brushes.
Liz's eyes grew wide as Adam leaned in close, whispering in her ear...
“I wonder what will happen when I tickle you with these again.”
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more to come...
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Privacy
Liz slithered off of Adam's lap, freeing herself from his busy tickling fingers.
“Going somewhere?” he asked, grabbing the sash binding her wrists together, stopping her from straying far.
“No.” She responded in near-inaudible tone. A strange heat blossomed inside of her. She became aware of just how much Adam intimidated her. Raw anxiety pulsed through her veins as her eyes connected with his eyes in that moment.
It's not that she feared him... she feared the knowledge of her he possessed.
Ever since their opening confessions, their declarations of desires, an uneasiness began taking root in her system. Her secrets had been revealed. She had never felt so naked, felt such intoxicating vulnerability before.
Or such uncontrollable lust. It terrified her.
He was the first to hear admission, to hear her speak of her consuming craving, her anxious need to feel fingers relentlessly tease and tickle her, rendering her senseless, causing torturous ecstasy. But despite her confession, in spite of knowing just how much he loved tickling her, witnessing her delicious agony, she couldn't help fearing the fullness of her desires...she feared revealing too much of herself. But he discovered her secrets anyway.
In her office that afternoon...he discovered them. With her long legs draped over his shoulders, shaking with every tantalizing brush stroke sweeping, darting around the sensitive skin of her soft thighs, her knees...the soles of her feet
...her womanhood...he uncovered her secrets. Secrets she did not know about herself.
So when she looked into Adam's eyes now...she felt undeniably exposed.
Adam tugged firmly at the sash lacing her wrists together.
“Liz?” Something about how he said her name this time sent chills through her.
“Yes?” Liz answered. Her timid gaze rested on the floor.
“You wanna talk about what happened to you earlier?” He smirked.
Liz flushed. She hoped he wasn't referring to...
“I-I'm not sure what you mean.” Her voice trailed off. She burned at the sweet,
shameful memories of that afternoon.
Adam smiled. Her shyness was enticing. She seemed uncomfortable...almost embarrassed. And he relished pushing through her comfort zone.
“You wanna know something Liz?” He accentuated her name. Butterflies shot through her abdomen.
She kept her eyes on the floor, unable to bring herself to meet his gaze. And standing in front of him wearing next to nothing did little to aid her exposed mind state. She shivered. Goosebumps covered her skin.
“What?” she finally replied.
Adam tugged her closer.
“Do you have any idea how badly I've wanted to get you alone since this afternoon?”
He wrapped the sash around and around his hand, reeling her in, pulling her closer. And with his other hand...he began drawing circles, running his fingertips all over the backs of Liz's hands...slow, lazy circles, creeping up her forearms. More goosebumps appeared on her flesh.
Liz looked up from the floor, spellbound, following the patterns he drew on her skin. As she watched his caress, an embarrassing ache flooded her. She bit her bottom lip and looked away.
Adam enjoyed watching her nervous excitement stir.
He reached up, pulling Liz onto his lap again, absorbing the warmth of her inviting body. He grazed his fingertips slowly up her arms, pausing to draw intricate circles around her shoulders, then leisurely descended his caress down her arms again.
Liz fidgeted on his lap. She could not keep still. With every sweep of his fingers, Liz became increasingly aware of the longing building within her. She loved his dizzying touch...but she was paralyzed to admit it.
Her struggle was becoming apparent. Adam leaned back on the bed, lifting one of her legs over him, making her straddle him, wrapping her long limbs around his waist. He slid his head up between her arms, resting her bound wrists behind his neck. She could not hide anymore.
He leaned in, touching his forehead to hers, forcing her gaze to meet his...and kissed her. He kissed her like the sky was falling. Every moment their mouths caressed, every taste they took, sent the two into passionate chaos.
Suddenly Liz felt his fingers. She tensed, gasping, her lips still engaged in ardent kiss. He began to softly stroke her, teasing every delicate contour of her ticklish sides, down and around the curves of her hips, returning to caress up and down her sides again.
A giggle arose, but couldn't escape her lips. Adam increased the urgency of his kiss, moving his fingers faster against her skin. His hands found their way up to the curves surrounding the hollows under her arms. Her breaths grew faster. A panicked moan came from her throat, unable to be freed from her lips, still locked in passionate kiss. Her body tensed as he slowly slid his fingertips, teasing around and inside the hollows beneath her arms. His kiss inflamed her, her lust climbing while his touch wreaked havoc within her. She struggled against the ticklish pleasure eroding her senses.
But she could not free herself. Her arms were secure around Adam's neck, wrists still bound together behind his head. Adam's caress inched around her sides to her back. Her form jerked forward involuntarily, arching her body into his, pressing against him. He swirled his fingertips all over her smooth skin, up and down her spine, all around her shoulders. She twisted with every caress, each one causing her body to jump in a different way. Giggles hovered inside the brinks of her lips, then fluttered throughout her body. The sensation of her trapped laughter drove her insane, eliciting a moan from within. Her moans pleaded with Adam, begging him to cease his delightful torment.
He broke his lips away from hers, kissing his way over to her ear. She trembled, listening to him draw in his breath to speak...
“I wonder what happens...,” he whispered in between kissing her neck and ears,”...when I kiss you here...,” his kisses to her neck grew fervent, ”...and I tickle you here.”
Adam's exploring fingers had made their way down to her hips. He could feel her clench her thighs around his waist, feel her bracing her defenseless skin against his touch. He strolled his fingertips over her hips, traveling around her exquisitely ticklish thighs, increasing her agony as he explored her.
Liz sucked her breath in sharply, her body bucking against his with every touch, unable to evade his fingers...ticklish tremors coursing inside of her. She was feverish from his tantalizing mouth on her neck. Her body twitched at every new spot he tickled. Her giggles mixed with moans as he traced his fingertips all over her soft thighs. She writhed against his hips as he drew circles around her knees...as he brushed back and forth behind them, over and over again...as his hands lightly tickled up and down the undersides of her thighs. She shook her head spastically, trying to deny the wonderfully horrendous torture she was forced to endure.
He trailed his fingers down her body, as she squirmed hotly against him. He ran his fingertips over her legs closed tightly around him. Liz laughed, her body shaking gently as he reached behind him, hands searching, caressing her excruciatingly ticklish ankles. She tried jerking her legs away, but they remained locked around his waist.
He kissed her again, flicking his fingertips slowly around her ankles. Her laughter was muffled by his strong kiss. She clenched up at the ticklish assault making its way over the tops of her soft feet. Her legs gripped tighter around him, trying to guard against the ticklish waves flooding her body.
She tore her mouth away from his, laughing hysterically as his hands journeyed to the soles of her sensitive feet. Her body jumped as his fingers tickled her there, scratching gently against the bottoms of her feet. He circled around and around heels, and stroked his way slowly up her soles. He brushed his fingertips back and forth on the undersides of her soft toes. She cried out, collapsing against him in tortured laughter as his fingers snaked in and out between her toes. She curled them up, hoping to keep his fingers out, but to no avail.
His touch slowed, and he deliberately ran his fingertips slowly, teasing their way up and down her soles, tracing every wrinkle on the bottoms of her feet, his caress too feathery to elicit laughter. Liz shifted uncomfortably on his lap, her hips grinding against his. A moan shuddered its way from her lips. Pangs of arousal shot through her with every teasing stroke of his fingers on the soles of her feet. He grazed lightly back over the tops of her them, his hands crawling leisurely up her long legs, circling around her knees, his tickling fingers finally settling on her inner thighs. Liz could not stop the ticklish sensations, could not close her legs encircling him.
She groaned, her body wiggling as his fingers skimmed around her thighs. An untamed fire grew deep in her core, as she struggled, helpless against Adam's insistent tickling. She blushed furiously, thrashing wildly as his hands relentlessly teased her skin. She was losing control amidst the dizzying feelings his ticking fingers evoked, a shameful pleasure building between her thighs.
Abruptly, Adam turned over, rolling Liz underneath his strong body. He grabbed her waist, sliding her quickly up to the top of the bed. He carefully removed her arms from around his shoulders, and tied the end of the sash binding her wrists together to the headboard.
Adam looked into far into Liz's eyes, drinking in the anxious arousal within her gaze. He reached down into his pocket, pulling out a narrow wooden case the size of a pencil box. He unlatched the lock, pulling out a handful of art brushes.
Liz's eyes grew wide as Adam leaned in close, whispering in her ear...
“I wonder what will happen when I tickle you with these again.”
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more to come...