Jesus.
When her cheeks hollow as she pulls back off, I shiver. My free hand strokes her face. I don’t want to disrupt her, but I’m going to come any moment if she keeps this up.
She swirls her tongue around the tip and then down the vein under my cock.
“Take me back into your mouth, Cindy,” I demand.
She eagerly sucks me as deep as she can, shocking me with her ability to give a blow job. It’s been a while since I’ve had a woman kneeling at my feet. Now I remember how fucking hot it is.
“Spread your knees wider, Cindy.”
She walks them out while still suckling me. I wish I could touch her pussy, but it’s not possible from here. I hadn’t expected to come like this tonight. I had pictured being in her tight pussy, but this is even better. She’ll take the edge off, which will give me plenty of time to make her writhe before I enter her.
She lifts her free hand to cup my balls while she sucks, diving me closer to the edge of sanity. “Jesus, Cindy. I’m not going to last.”
She moans around my shaft and picks up the pace.
I grip her hair tighter, and she purrs. The most glorious sound. I must be dreaming. I’ve had this vision in my mind for weeks. Months. I hadn’t expected it to get fulfilled so quickly in our relationship.
I gather her hair in my fist and begin to pull her on and off, pressing her farther each time. She doesn’t balk at the action, so I pick up the pace.
The sounds she makes around my cock vibrate to my balls, making them draw up and tighten until I can’t take it anymore and hold her head down on my cock. “Swallow me,” I demand as my come hits the back of her throat.
She doesn’t disappoint. She swallows every drop as I fill her mouth, and when I’m finally sated, I ease her head back until my cock pops out of her mouth.
The second-best vision I’m now graced with is her licking the corners of her mouth as she stares up at me. Her hands land on her thighs, and she shivers as if I’ve pleased her instead of the other way around. I smile at her. “That was amazing, Cindy.”
She smiles. Her cheeks are flushed. “Thank you, Sir. I certainly enjoyed it.”
I release her hair and help her stand. She’s wobbly on her feet, so I lift her by the waist and turn to deposit her on the bed. “Your turn.”
She shudders.
I tug her body to the edge and part her thighs. “Hold your legs open for me.”
She sets her small hands on her inner thighs and parts them, already moaning.
“So pretty,” I whisper as I stroke my fingers over her sensitive skin, along the outer edges of her naked pussy lips. Her belly dips when I dance my fingers up her body and circle her nipples.
She arches on a loud moan.
Damn, she’s gorgeous. I keep thinking that, and she keeps getting better. I can’t believe I’ve tiptoed around this woman for months without realizing what I could have unleashed. Maybe I couldn’t have before now. Maybe she needed to know me better. Maybe the timing is just right.
She trusts me, and that makes my heart swell.
Her lips are parted, and her pussy is so very wet. I pinch her nipples, making her squirm, and then I ease my hands back down to her pussy. I need to see more of her. I part her lips, enjoying the glistening pink flesh. “I love a fully bare pussy, Cindy.”
She whimpers but doesn’t respond.
“Keep your legs wide for me.”
She pulls them wider.
I’m awed by her flexibility, and I flatten my hands over hers on her thighs as I lower my face to her sweet sex. She shudders when all I do at first is inhale her scent. Intoxicating. A moment later, I drag my tongue through her folds, gathering her arousal, tasting her, knowing it won’t be enough.
Her head thrashes back and forth as if I’ve been tormenting her for hours. Fucking gorgeous.
When I finally suck her clit into my mouth, she cries out. Her body is shaking. I flick my tongue over the swollen nub, and she comes instantly. The pulses of her orgasm vibrate against my lips, making me want more.
I move my hands closer to her core, hold her down, spread her wider, part her farther with my thumbs. And before she’s fully recovered from her orgasm, I thrust my tongue into her.
She screams wildly, a sound I love, a sound I hope to God to hear frequently. I lift my face for two reasons. One, I want to see her expression. Two, I want to be able to fill her, stretch her tight channel farther.
I thrust two fingers into her as I watch her. Her head lolls back and forth. Her lips are parted. Eyes closed. Her nipples are tight points. I wish I could give them the attention they deserve right now, but there is only so much of me.
She’s holding her legs open though, so I release her thigh and grab one of her breasts almost roughly as I continue to fuck her with my fingers.
She gasps, arching again, lifting her chest, shaking.
When I flip my hand over so that my palm is up and drag my fingers over her G-spot, she comes again. This one I get to watch. She’s so expressive. Her eyes open part way, but they’re rolled back in her head. She is panting through the release, her entire body participating in the orgasm.
Finally, I ease off her, wondering if she’s even going to have the energy for me to finally fuck her properly. She’s got to be worn out. It’s so late, and I’ve demanded a lot of her since we got here.
As I stroke the sides of her pussy while thumbing her nipple, she lowers her face and blinks at me. “Please, Sir. I need you.”
My God.
I smile at her and then grab her hips and flip her onto her belly. “Crawl up the bed. Hold on to the headboard.”
She scrambles to do as I say as I grab a condom from the bedside table and roll it on. I climb up behind her and lift her hips. “On your knees. Keep your face on the pillow. Don’t let go of the headboard.” I feel like she needs this kind of dominance, and honestly, I need the total control. If I let her wrap her arms or legs around me, I’m afraid I’ll lose myself in her.
She’s so obedient. It’s hard to believe she’d never submitted to anyone before the other night. Before me. I get that she has researched BDSM for years and seen just about everything from passing through the club, but I’m stunned by her total submission.
I push her knees close together, straddle her legs, and then stroke my cock through her folds. “You ready for me, Cindy?” I need to hear her say it. I need her to consent again right now for some reason.
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’re so tight. It’s going to be a stretch at first.”
She shudders. “Do it. Please. I need you, Sir.” There is a desperation in her voice.
I line up and thrust into her, grabbing her hips with both hands to steady her as I continue all the way to the hilt.
She cries out, but not in pain. Her face lifts off the pillow as her belly dips.
Without pulling back out, I slide my hands up and cup her breasts, learning the weight of them, fondling them until she moans. And then I return to her hips and pull almost out before thrusting fully into her again. She’s so fucking tight. I feel confident she has not had sex in years.
Why? Why has this woman who obviously craves submission and has been working at a fetish club for seven years not participated?
I can’t focus on that right now. My attention goes back to my cock and the grip her pussy has on me. I grit my teeth as I thrust in and out of her. Even though I just came a few minutes ago, I’m close again. I want her to come once more, so I slide one hand around to find her clit. It’s swollen and wet and hot. When I pinch it, she flinches. When I stroke it, she gasps. When I press on it, she stiffens, and I know she’s close. I keep my thumb against her nub as I thrust three more times.