When bliss crashes into me a third time, I can’t even scream anymore, completely frozen and tense. He takes it as a sign that I’ve reached my limit, and the thrusting of the toy slows, like the teasing of his tongue.
Slowly, one short and heavy breath at a time, I come down, my muscles relaxing and the pleasure receding. When my insides eventually stop spasming, he pulls the toy out, turns it off, and throws it away.
Jesus fucking Christ… Totally worth being edged eight times.
How, justhow, can he still surprise me with how intense pleasure can be? After everything we experienced together, how does he do that?
His lips travel up, engulfing each nipple for a brief second, and he kisses the column of my throat, stopping by my ear. “How are you feeling, my love?”
“Peachy. I could do this all night long,” I humor, surprised by how raspy my voice is.
“Could you now? Don’t test me, darling, because I actually could. Although I’ll have to come soon. I’m in fucking agony here.”
That revelation has me smiling victoriously, and I look down between us, reveling in how big, veiny, and red he is.
“Then what are you waiting for, Alexander?” I purr in his ear, biting its lobe. “Fuck me.”
“Careful what you wish for, Andrea, or you’ll need an entire week of bed rest when I’m done with you.”
I smile, already knowing what this will do to him, and whisper, “Liar.”
I’ve always loved fucking Andrea. From day one, I realized what a unique experience it was, and I knew no woman would ever compare.
I love our harmony during sex, how she gives and takes, her pliant body over or under mine, her greedy hands grabbing me for more, her heels on my ass spurring me on, her nails leaving ecstatic marks on my back… I love how involved and active she is during sex.
But this… having her at my mercy, tied to the bed, unable to do anything other than take what I give her… It’s dangerously addictive.
I’ve always had a dominant temperament. That much was clear as soon as I became sexually active. I enjoy sharing the moment a lot, especially with her, but being in charge is in my nature, so I’m thriving in this situation.
When the last of my cum has spurted out inside her, I pull away, letting my cock slip out of her messy cunt. Twice now, I’ve filled her up like this. The sheets under her are soaked, and only a small portion of that is mine.
If I’m thriving fucking her like this, then so is she. She’s loving this far more than she’d probably admit. She enjoys this act of absolute submission, revels in it, even.
Her eyes are hooded when I look up from her well-fucked pussy, lips parted with her bated breath.
“Ready to tap out?” I tease.
She shakes her head, not trusting her voice.
That’s my girl …
I bring my hand between her legs and run my fingers over the messy space there. Before we continue, I’ll need to clean her up a little. This is getting out of hand. But before we get there…
I enter her with two fingers, scrape as much of our combined cum as I can, and pull them out.
Together, we look at the result of my harvest, thick and glistening, translucent in parts and white in others. When I spread the two fingers, a viscous membrane forms between them before breaking.
I don’t even have to tell her to open her mouth before she does, sticking her tongue out, ready to take it all.
“Don’t swallow it,” I order as I push the sticky mess between her lips.
She sucks it in, using her tongue to scrape it all. As soon as my fingers are out, she shows me what a good, obedient girl she is by showing it to me, gathered in the back of her throat.
Craving a taste, I lay my lips on hers. I seek the fluids with my tongue, tasting ourselves, sharing the result of our pleasure. We kiss in a manner that is entirely primal, our pleasure slick and salty.
When I move back, I let it gather in my mouth, then I return over her lips and let it all drip back in there. The thick, generous dollop of cum and spit falls right into her awaiting mouth.
The gesture has her whimpering and pulling against her restraints while her body arches for the intense shivers that roam through it.
