I’m breathless before we even begin the scene. Luke’s posture has already changed and his commanding presence fills the space.
“Strip.” He sounds almost cold as he says it, eyes gleaming as he sits on the bed before me.
I take a deep breath and obey, the thrill of it running through me even as a bizarre ripple of shame skitters over my skin. I’m wearing a silky jumpsuit so all it takes is for me to pull down the zip and step out of it before I’m standing in front of him in my underwear.
I chose a red matching set tonight, a plunge bra with some extra straps that scream sex and Brazilian-style bottoms to match the wax I had yesterday.
His eyes turn molten as he looks me up and down.
“All of it,” he pushes.
I unclip my bra and let it fall to the floor, then hook my thumbs into my knickers and step out of them.
“Good.”
He stands and takes me in, walking around me in a circle while he appraises me. My insides are squirming under his scrutiny and I feel a breathless need to please him, to measure up to whatever unspoken standard he’s holding me to.
“On the bed,” he orders, his voice gruff. I obey and climb onto the bed, propped up on my elbows as I await his next instruction.
“Show me,” he orders and my pulse stutters. I pause. He nods in the direction of my cunt and I feel myself blush deeply. I spread my thighs as his jaw clenches. “Show me, Emmy.”
I swallow and reach my fingertips down, parting myself so that I am laid completely bare before him. I’ve never, ever felt this exposed. Figuratively and literally. He’s still fully clothed as he kneels on the bed before me.
His eyes darken and he leans down, face less than six inches from my pussy. He breathes in deeply. “Beautiful,” he says, so softly that I have to stop breathing just to catch it.
He leans closer, warm breath on my exposed nerves, sending pulses of pleasure into the heartbeat that’s flickering in my clit. Without warning, he leans closer and gives me a long lick from bottom to top, and my hips lift of their own accord.
“Stay still,” he orders. “Don’t move a muscle.” As if to reinforce it, he splays a hand on my abdomen and presses down, holding me still.
I blink a few times and try to calm my breathing. I feel myself relax and he resumes his ministrations, licking and nibbling while I fight every single urge to squirm, wriggle, and buck. His tongue seems to be on an exploratory mission, finding every sensitive spot I’ve got as my orgasm begins to build. It’s the most exquisite torture I’ve ever known and I feel him smile against me as he senses my struggle.
“You do not have permission to come,” he says, voice like steel. My eyes widen in shock.
“W- What?!” I reply, fighting the flutters that are threatening to drag me under.
“You are not allowed to come. Not without my permission,” he states seriously, and I screw my eyes shut as I nod.
Just as I feel like I’m about to explode, he withdraws and stands up. A small whimper escapes my mouth and he laughs softly, stripping off his clothes until he’s standing only in his boxers.
“Sit up and take me out,” he says, as I rise into a sitting position. I kneel on the bed and reach for him, his cock springing out as I tug his boxers down. He really does have a beautiful cock.
“Open,” he says, tapping my jaw.
I part my lips and he slides his cock into my mouth, groaning as he does so.
“You’re doing so well, Emmy,” he praises, as he sweeps the head sideways across my tongue. I feel his words bloom through me, dragging more heat through my pulsing core.
“Relax your jaw.”
I nod, and he gently touches the back of my throat with the tip, making me gag. He pulls back slightly and strokes my hair as I feel tears spring to my eyes. He cocks his head slightly, checking in. When I nod for him to continue, he starts a steady rhythm, fucking my mouth while he strokes my jaw, a look of utter reverence on his face.
I never cared much about blowjobs before but with Luke, I feel the power exchange in action. He’s using my mouth but I know I hold all the power. After all, I could clamp down my jaws and bite his cock right off if I felt like it.
I sense the shift in him just before he pulls out, his brows furrowing as he brings himself back under control. He gently guides me back to the bed, and instructs me to lie on my front, with my hips up.
I’m expecting his cock butoh my god,his tongue is back. From this angle, it feelsfilthy. As I fight a flush of self-consciousness, he devours me, licking and sucking and nibbling until I’m begging him, pleading with him to come. I’m practically convulsing with the effort of holding my orgasm back, babbling variations on “please” and “god, Luke”. I feel him chuckle against my pussy. He slides two fingers inside me and I cry out.
“I like the sound of you begging. Ok Emmy, you can come.”
