I lifted onto my elbows. “What else do you want, princess?” I asked, peering up at her before resuming the little flicks of my tongue.
“F-fuck. Fuck me with your fingers,” she gasped out, gripping the white comforter.
I slipped a finger into her silky center, curling it towards me as I kept working her clit with my tongue.
“More,” she begged.
I propped myself up, watching as I added another finger. I dipped them in and out, coating her with her own arousal before I slid in a third and continued bending them in a come-hither motion.
“Te deseo tantoahora mismo,”she moaned.
I took that as my cue to press my tongue back to her clit. I sped up the motion of my fingers and flicked and licked and sucked her clit until my fingers were cramping and hers were gripping my hair and she was writhing and muttering incomprehensible things beneath me.
“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop,” she commanded. And like fuck would I ever stop doing this if she didn’t want me to.
My fingers pressed into her wet cunt, and I relished her flavor on my tongue. Her inner walls tightened around my fingers. She arched and pulsed around me, crying out in pleasure.
I watched her come down from her orgasm, chest heaving and flushed, heart slowing.
“Fuck, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I kissed my way up her body.
“That was... God... that was good. It’s been so long,” she said.
I shot her a questioning look.
“Since someone has gone down on me, I mean. Or bothered to get me off at all, actually.”
“What the hell kind of guys are you finding?”
What frat boy douchebags had she been with that didn’t bother asking about her desires or needs or making sure she came? Suddenly, her ground rules made a lot more sense.
“Shitty ones, obviously. Now shut up and lay down. It’s your turn.”
My cock twitched at that sultry smirk she was giving me. I got up and grabbed the condom out of my wallet, tossing it at the head of the bed before crawling in next to her.
“You’re so sexy when you boss me around.”
She gripped my tie, dragging my mouth to hers. Her tongue slid across mine, moaning into my mouth as I ground my hard length against her thigh. I wanted her to see how hard she made me when she was like this,knowing exactly what she wanted and taking it from me without apology.
She took my length in her hand, wrapping her fingers around my shaft, pumping me.
“How do you want to fuck me tonight, Ben? In the bed? Up against the wall? Over the desk?”
Was all the above an option? My dick was throbbing. That filthy mouth of hers was dangerous. I was on the verge already with just her fingers stroking me and those dirty things she was saying were about to unravel me too soon.
“I’m yours tonight. I’ll do whatever you want me to do,” I grunted.
She stopped her stroking. “Whatever I want?” Her expression turned practically giddy.
I paused, taking in her wicked smile. Was I going to regret saying that?
“What did you have in mind, princess?”
“I’ve been wanting to try something. It, uh…involves tying you up,” she said, staring at the ceiling while pink flared across her cheeks. “Do you trust me?”
My eyes widened as I realized she was serious. “Yes?”
“Take off the tie.”
