“Andrea, I’m about to come.” I suck harder, taking him further. “I’m serious. If you don’t want it in your mouth, you have to stop now.”
I move up to only keep the tip in my mouth, sweeping my tongue on the sensitive underside of it while I pump him with my hand. It slides easily on his skin, glistening with my spit as I jerk him off at a fast pace. He mumbles an endless chain of curses until a moan escapes his lips. Spurts of his pleasure shoot into my throat, warm and thick on my tongue.
My clit pulses with enthusiasm as his cum fills my mouth, his eyes looking at me intently the whole time. He tastes good, but then again, Lex never does anything poorly or average.
With hollowed cheeks and my busy hand, I push him as far as I can, taking all he has to offer. Once he gives me everything, I straighten up with my mouth full of his cum, and meet his unfocused gaze. Feeling wicked, I slowly swallow, wipe my mouth with myindex in case any of it spilled, and then suck it clean.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt prouder than when I slowly crawl my way up his perfect body on my hands and knees until I’m straddling him. Because I know it’s a hang-up for some men, I won’t force a kiss on him, despite how much I want one, so my mouth hovers near his lips, letting him decide what he wants. He surprises me when he takes what I offer with unmasked hunger. We unabashedly share his taste, our tongues familiar and greedy. There isn’t an ounce of toxic masculinity in this man.
After a moment, I move away, breathless. “I think I enjoyed that even more than you did.”
“Impossible.”
To prove my words, I press the dripping lace covering my intimacy on the bare plane of his stomach.
An animalistic growl rolls in his chest, and he kisses my neck. “I’ll return the favor if you untie me.”
I long to comply, but I also enjoy having him tied up. It’s great to see the almighty Lex not so domineering anymore. I’m in a conundrum until my inexperienced brain thinks of a perfect solution.
“Nice try, but you don’t need your hands for that.”
Very proud of myself, I slide my panties down my legs and move up, ready to get into a more suited position. When he understands what I have in mind, a naughty smile stretches his lips.
“You will be my doom,” he says.
“And you will be mine.”
Chapter 30
Andrea decided to test my stamina tonight. And how much her bed’s headboard can take before it breaks.
But she looks so pleased with herself as she crawls up my body that I wouldn’t change a thing. Being in charge has her shining with confidence, and I love seeing it.
And the fucking view I get when she sets her knees on each side of my head is spectacular. I groan at the sight, sensing my cock twitch.
“You weren’t kidding. You’re all swollen and open for me. And fucking dripping.”
“I enjoyed it a lot, yes.”
“You’ll enjoy this even more.” I have to lift my head to give her clit a small kiss, which makes her jolt and grip the headboard. “Now sit, Andrea, don’t hover.”
“I don’t want to suffocate you.”
“You won’t.”
“Lex, I’m not explaining ‘death by vagina’ to a coroner.”
I chuckle and stretch again for a lick along her slit. Her taste is heaven… “If that happens, just know I died a happy man,” I humor. “Now, smother me with that beautiful cunt of yours, Andrea.”
She complies just a little. I reward her with long laps to clean off the excess wetness. Then my tongue curls around the needy bud of her clit, but since she isn’t sitting on my face yet, I make it light enough to drive her mad. She gives up with a moany protest, and I finally allow myself to feast on her.
As I fuck her from below with my tongue and lips, she writhes and jolts, hands clasped around the edge of the headboard. I nearly lose it when she takes her bra off and fondles her small tits with her hands, pinching her nipples, rolling them between her fingers. That’s my job, but my hands are still fucking tied.
Even in this situation, though, I manage to regain some control. I still get pleas out of her as she rides my face, keeping her balanced between pleasure and frustration. I withdraw, slow down, change the pressure… On more than one occasion, she begs me to let her come.
When she can’t take the edging anymore, her fingers tightly clutch my hair as she fucks my face. She comes with a shaky cry, her legs trembling from the intense pleasure. When the sensation becomes too much and she pushes herself up, I bark, “Stay down.”
She only hesitates for a second before following my command and lowering again. I stretch her orgasm to the borders of tolerable, and then I give her mercy, slowly lapping as she comes down.
