Sliding him past my lips, he feels huge in my mouth and my hands grip his hard thighs for leverage. My tongue explores every groove and twitch, relishing in how he tastes.
“Look at me,” he murmurs. I open my eyes to glance up, and he gently thrusts his cock in and out of my mouth. Roaming my hands up his thighs and over the light hair trailing each ridge of his abs, I marvel at how much I want to please him.
Shaw scoops up my wet hair and thrusts faster between my teeth, hitting the top of my mouth until I gag. He removes himself, and I catch my breath. Scooting closer, I take his balls in my hands and roll them through the hot water.
“I want to,” I offer. Wanting him back inside me in any way possible, I grip his shaft and pump his slick cock. He takes my other hand in his, and using the water from the pool, he guides my fingers to trace runes over his body. I move my mouth back over him as he uses me in the most delicious way. Relaxing my jaw to take him deeper, my enthusiasm elicits a moan I haven’t heard before falls from his lips.
“You can stop,” he groans. I know with every pulse down his shaft that he’s about to come. Sucking hard, I run my teeth over the tip of his cock and dig my nails into his knees. The friction between my lips is what I imagine fucking must feel like, and it makes me want to finish him.
“Rasha.” His voice unravels. He fists my hair hard enough that I can’t move, but not hard enough to hurt. Exploding deep into my throat, he loses all semblance of control, and I fucking love it.
After I swallow, he slips out of my raw lips and pulls me up to his chest, sealing the moment with a hard, wet kiss. The water running off the chain is hotter than the cave pool. Curling torrents of smoke waft from my skin, making the air hazy to match my lightheadedness.
“Did you like that?” I lower my gaze as he guides us back into the pool. The water soothes my shoulders and spine, so I take it upon myself to dunk my head under and fully wet my hair.
“One day, I am going to loose my fucking mind and ravish the deepest parts of your body.” The promise of being pursued relentlessly is melodic to my core, and I throw my leg over his lap, grinding into him.
My heart pounds, and my nipples are painfully sensitive from my breasts being bound. Taking a better look at how intricately he’s twisted the chain down my ribcage, I watch his fingers graze over my body.
“You were not gentle with those lips.” He finds my ass and squeezes.
Leaning in for a kiss, I whisper, “You don’t have to be gentle either.”
It’s the permission he needs, and I am more than willing to give it to him. The chain tightens around my body, and I let the pressure of each link hold my fears and nervousness, making room for the new sensations of being with him.
He moves me effortlessly in the water so I am laying across his lap. His hands hover over my nipples in an excruciating pause, and I wiggle my bum against him.
“Patience,” he rasps. The chain holding my flesh is making me feel exposed in ways I didn’t think possible. I assume he’s going to suck my nipples when he leans over me. I am ready for it, but he blows instead, the cool air releasing a needy sigh from my throat.
“Are you going to come as I play with your perfect breasts?” he asks, and I open my legs. Chuckling, he presses the palm of his hand into my aching slit, holding me while he delicately pulls on my nipples. “I will never make you beg,” he says, taking my peaked, pink flesh in his mouth and keeping a cold breeze over the other with magic.
“Shaw,” I whine, squirming underneath him. My nerve endings are on fire and freezing at the same time. His hand reaches behind my neck, and I feel him notch the chain with his finger, tightening it so my breasts are fully propped up for him to play with.
“Can you take a bit more, or does this drenched cunt need attention?” he asks. I moan through apleaseandI need you.
Flicking my nipples, he matches every minor twinge of pain with immense pleasure from his lips kissing and sucking my flesh. I feel my orgasm starting to pound against my core without him ever touching my cunt.
Traveling down my stomach, he finally spreads me open, rubbing over my clit fast and hard. My breath stills. Gripping his bicep with one hand, I cover my mouth with the other to stop from crying out.
“You can be as loud as you want.” He drags my hand away from my face while he keeps swirling his fingers over my cunt. With a lung full of steamy air, I can’t stop the noises I make from filling the cave in a cacophony of moans and splashing water.
He plunges two fingers inside me, and I half sit up to hold on to him as he slides them in and out of my throbbing walls. My hips rock against him until I am about to come, and he stops. Hauling me out of the water, he lays me down on the edge of the pool and pulls my legs over his shoulders.
“Shaw, we can. You must be hard again.” I want to tell him how badly I want him inside me, but his mouth is on me. His teeth nick my sensitive clit, and my back aches against the rough cave floor. Holding my legs open as I try to close my thighs around his head, he licks down my center all the way to the bottom.
Releasing me for a moment, his deep voice echoes, “I’m the hardest I’ve ever been, all for you. Is that what you want to hear? That I want to fucking worship you into eternity.”
Raising my ass higher, I invite him to devour me with his tongue. Swirling through my slit, he dips deep inside and out again, gently slipping in two fingers. He stays pressed against the most tender spot inside me and rolls my clit through his teeth. I reach for him, needing something to hold as my orgasm ruptures through my core. My muscles wring out ecstasy like water spilling from a cloth, and I stare at the cave ceiling. Starlight from the evening sky has drenched the rocks in a rainbow of celestial colors.
Shaw comes out of the pool and lays next to me. He’s hard andout of breath. Rolling to my side, he reaches for my ribs, pulling the end of the ribbon so the chain loosens, spilling over my shoulders and into my lap in a hot pile of delicate metal.
I search for the words to tell him what he means to me and only find one. But what happens once I say it? Deciding its best to not say anything, I lean over, my wet hair cascading over us in a dripping red waterfall.
“Are you satisfied?” he asks, and I grin.
Getting to my knees, I can’t help but look at how big he is. My throat runs dry.
“Take me here.”
