Her huffs of doubt made me get more excited and I moved around the chair and over to the tools. What to do, what to do?
Start with the anal plug!
Gipping the wand in my hand, I told myself that I wasn't going to let Cal ruin this, and I held my tongue, keeping my comment back to him to myself. Looking around, I just couldn't pick what I wanted until my eyes caught on a thin gold chain with two clasps on the end. If memory serves, she liked nipple play, so this would just be an upgrade. Perfect!
Snagging the chain, I took a few steps back to her side before kissing my way up from her belly button to her breast. Her back bowed at my touch, her breathing growing heavy, and my own cock already rising to the attention. I'd noticed that anytime she reacted to pleasure, that made me get hard, which made me want to try harder for her.
Wrapping my lips around her breast, I nibbled and sucked, watched as she closed her eyes and panted. Keeping her preoccupied, I grabbed the other nipple with my thumb and finger, tugging on it as I lapped at the other, and her whole lower half twitched.
Flicking my tongue along that pebbled nub, she rubbed her thighs together. "Oh, fuck. Cezar. That feels so good." Now my cock was fully hard, but I still had so much to do.
Making sure that the nub was out enough, I lifted the clamp to her nipple and slid down the tightener to make sure it was on securely.
She lifted her head, "What the-"
Putting my finger to her lips, I cooed out, "Trust me," and continued to the next nipple, giving it the same love and attention that the other got so her body would be ready.
Once she was all done, my eyes feasted on her. All of that tan skin, white panties, and dress were pulled up high. Her nipples were decorated with a thin gold chain that connected them, and she looked like a goddess from above. I wanted to etch this memory into my skull, keep it for a rainy day, and bask in her beauty.
Unable to keep myself from touching her, I worked down her panties, knowing that cutting off her bra was a big no-no, and I better not do that to the rest of her stuff. Grabbing the remote off the table, I kissed up her trembling thighs.
"You know, I usually make my own inventions. Most of them are for torture, but these," I ran my finger along the chain that connected both nipples. "These I made on a whim, never using them until today, until I had someone special."
She sighed, letting her legs drop open for me. Running my nose up her inner thigh, I took a deep breath, sucking down her sweet aroma of arousal.
Taking two fingers, I ran them up and down her pussy, playing with her until I got to her clit. Rubbing in circles, I waited until her head banged against the headrest and I sunk two fingers inside of her wet pussy. Her puffs of breath grew harder and harder the deeper I went. Curling my fingers, I dragged them along her walls, causing her to thrust her hips at me as she panted.
Seeing her sticky arousal on my fingers, I pressed the button on the remote. The two small electric conduits on the clams buzzed, and she lifted her back, crying out to the sky. "Ahhhhhh. Fffuuuccckk. Ooooh, my goooood."
I turned it off, and she slumped in the seat. I pumped my two fingers in her, riding that edge as I bent over and licked at her clit. She gasped at the feeling of my tongue, and I lapped at her like she was the water in a desert oasis.
Shoving in a third finger, she cried out, and I turned back on the clamps. Her hands gripped the chair, fingers turning white, but the hot and heady sounds she was making were just too much for my little heart to take, and I added my tongue to my fingers.
Tapping the remote, making short quick buzzes, she cried, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." She rode my fingers and tongue, thrusting against my face like it was the only thing that mattered, the only thing that could make her come.
Then I turned the remote to the next level up, and she moaned out as if it was a beautiful, painful kind of torture, one that was going to be her undoing. "Cezar. Oh god. Please. Fuck me. I need your dick inside of me. Fuck me."
Turning the button off, I removed my hand, lifting my face from her pussy. She looked down at me with half-lidded eyes, and I licked at my fingers, keeping my eyes on her as I ran my tongue up and down to get all of her taste in my mouth.
Her exhilarated moans and lustful looks had me on another level, and I jumped up on the chair, unbuttoned my pants so fast my cock sprung out like he was ready for action. Her eyes went down my chest, licking her lips as she saw my cock and lifted her hips like a call to action.
My hands carved their way around her thighs, digging in a bruising force as I lifted them up and apart, watching her achy center weep for me.
Placing the head of my cock at her entrance, I bent over, grabbing the chain with my teeth. Her eyes shined with excitement, and I thrust inside of her with all that I had, yanking up on the chain with my teeth.
Her eyes went cross-eyed, her cries taking on the edge of both pleasure and pain, biting her own lip as her hips moved against mine, hungry for more.
This woman was mine. All fucking mine. Her soul, her mind, her body. All of it was mine.
My thrusts grew harder, deeper. Mine. All fucking mine. The metallic taste of the chain in my mouth reminded me to keep tugging as I thrust. Mine. My wife. My soulmate.
Just as her whole body clenched up, squeezing the life out of my cock, I pressed the remote button to turn it on, and her whole body spasmed against mine as she screamed out my name. All of it was too much: the feelings, the pleasure, the warmth. Everything felt so fucking good that my balls tightened up, and I pumped my cum into her as deep as I could, giving her my soul in the process.
I marked her. She was mine. Inside and out.
Letting go of the chain, I slumped against her chest, keeping my dick inside its warm, wet home. Her hand wove through my hair, running through it with a lazy affection, the kind that made me want to slaughter thousands, make all sorts of promises, give her anything she asked for just to have her keep going. The words came out before I’d put any thought into them. "I love you, Kazia."
Her fingers stilled, her heart beating a million miles a minute. I waited, even as a sting, like a viper venom, spread at the core of my heart until she took a big inhale, put her hands on my head and lifted it. Her honeycomb eyes shined bright as she looked at me, and a small, sad smile crossed her lips. Worry lines pinched at the corners of her eyes, and she said, "I love you too, Cezar."
