Anika is masterful with her mouth, the pressure of her tongue, the way she grips my base, mimicking her movement and keeping my tip between her warm, wet lips when she needs to give her throat a break.
Her pace is just fast enough to drive me crazy, and my balls tighten as I feel myself barreling toward release.
“I’m gonna come,” I groan, trying to hold on a little longer, but it’s a losing battle.
And when Anika flicks her tongue across my tip, then takes me all the way down her throat once more, I’m a goner.
My cock stiffens, swelling with the first burst of my release as I coat the back of her tongue.
Pulsing inside her mouth, I spurt thick ropes of cum down her throat.
After so many days of abstinence, it’s a lot more than any woman should have to swallow. But somehow, Anika manages to swallow every drop.
And when she slowly withdraws, sucking my cock clean as she goes and releasing it with a gentle pop, I stare at her in wonder.
Wiping the corners of her lips, Anika sits up, giving me the perfect view of her full, firm tits and narrow waist.
“How are you so perfect?” I ask, wonder leaving my voice husky.
Anika smiles, a delicate blush coloring her lips.
I would give anything to have my hands back right now so I could pull her close and steal a kiss.
Determined to get one, by whatever means necessary, I grip the silk belts tied around my wrists and sit up, straining against them as I narrow the distance.
“Come closer,” I rasp, my plea coming out as a command.
Anika doesn’t seem to mind, and a sultry smile curves the corners of her full lips as she scoots closer, then splays her hands across my chest, gently pushing me back so she can straddle me once again.
“Have you ever been tied up before?” she asks, her soft skin brushing against mine as her nipples draw slow patterns against my pecs.
“Do handcuffs count?” I ask.
Anika’s eyebrows lift, her expression inscrutable as she reads my face. “Like, for sex?”
A low chuckle rushes from me. “Like, I went to prison for a short stint.”
“Oh. Right,” she says, her cheeks coloring.
“Have you ever been tied up?” I ask, concern edging my tone as I silently pray she says no.
Anika shakes her head, her fingertips following the pattern of a tattoo on my chest, her eyes watching the movement.
I just can’t help myself.
Leaning up, I capture her lips, stealing a kiss and groaning as satisfaction blasts through me.
Anika melts into me, her arms draping around my neck and her fingers coming into my hair as she kisses me back with such sweetness, it breaks my heart.
God, I love this woman. I love her more and more every day. I don’t know what I would do without her.
I don’t know how I even existed before she came into my life. It’s with a resounding jolt that I realize I had no life before her. Not one of any consequence.
She breathed purpose into my existence the night she spilled her drink on me, and my path has been winding its way toward her ever since.
Tongue tangling with hers, I lean as far forward as the ties will allow, arching her back until our bodies align.
Anika’s hips roll against me, her slick folds parting to swallow my spent cock, and it takes no time at all before I start to swell against her.
