She’d analyze that more closely later.
Grabbing his hands, she slapped them onto her breasts, giving him an unspoken order to play with them. He immediately sprang into action by kneading them before tugging and twisting her nipples.
She pushed and circled her own clit. With her riding his cock, him roughly playing with her tits, she ground against him, driving him even deeper by both rocking back and forth and circling her hips.
While his eyes were locked on where she played with herself, hers was drawn to his clenched jaw and his Adam’s apple stuck at the top of his throat.
The man was fighting for his life.
While she felt pity for him, her goal, first and foremost, was to come again before he did.
Despite not being able to reach the nipple clamps, she couldn’t resist pinching them, which she did with gusto.
As she continued to fuck him, they began to mirror each other’s action. When she twisted his small, dusky nipples, he did the same to her. When she yanked on them, so did he. When she pinched his hard enough to make him gasp, he growled and did the same to her.
Yes. Yes. Yes!
Leaning forward, she scraped her teeth over the small, hard tips. Of course, due to his position, he was unable to do the same to her. She sucked one, then the other, before dragging her tongue over each puckered nipple.
“Do you like that?” she murmured against his hot skin.
She could actually hear him swallow. “Yes…Mistress.”
“Want more, Handsome?”
“I want whatever you do.”
He was such a good sport. “I want to come, but I’m enjoying this.” No lies were told.
“Same, Mistress.”
Sitting up and planting her hands on his chest, she rubbed her thumbs back and forth over his now-red nipples and continued to ride him, increasing her pace and driving him as deep as possible.
As they focused on each other, her heart thumped heavily and butterflies took flight in her belly.
That sensation was so strange and unexpected, catching her off guard. She never had anything similar with Darren that she could remember. Not even when things were new and exciting.
Maybe that had been another sign they weren’t meant to be together long-term. Funny how once someone was out of your life, those signs became so much clearer and easier to read. All she had to do was remove her blinders the same way she’d removed Cam’s blindfold.
Closing her eyes, she continued to spear herself on his length, dropping her head back and milking his cock by squeezing her inner muscles. That drew out a long moan from deep inside him.
When he squeezed his eyes shut and tensed, she paused.
Oh yeah, he was hanging on by a quickly unraveling thread.
As soon as he relaxed a little, she started all over again by driving him to that very edge before slowing enough, or stopping completely, so that he wouldn’t come.
He kept repeating something under his breath, and with his fingers twisting in the bedding so tightly, she was surprised the fabric didn’t tear. She wasn’t stopping until shecame, so whatever he was chanting to himself had better work.
“Mistress…” The plea was strained, but before she could respond, he growled, “My turn,” seizing her hips and flipping her onto her back.
Whoa!“I didn’t tell you?—”
He took her mouth, stopping her flow of words and smothering her surprise.
He circled her wrists with his fingers and stretched her arms over her head, pinning them to the bed.
Okay, then.This was a turn of events she could get onboard with.
