His mouth travels down to my neck, sucking and lightly biting my skin. I smirk to myself as I tangle my hands back in his hair.I knew he had hidden fires.
“Tell me what to do,” he mutters between kisses. “Please.” He’s almost frantic as his hands move down my body, and then back up to cup my breasts. His thumbs rub over my nipples, not too hard and not too soft - justperfect- and his groin jolts towards me as Ilet out a moan.“Please,” he whispers, pleading, and it’s so mind meltingly sexy that I bite his lip until he grunts. “I’ve got to make this the very best ever -”
“You gonna be a good boy for me and do what I say?”
I don’t know what makes me say it, but the response from him is electric. He has no irises left; his pupils have bust wide. His fingers clutch into my flesh, delicious bites of pain, and his body leans against me harder still.
I grin at him.He likes to be called a good boy.That isusefulinformation.
And we’re gonna have a lot of fun with it.
“We have a new toy to play with.” I ease away from him and take the pack of vibrating clamps out of my bag. Fortunately he has a desk in his bedroom, with a very neat stationary holder containing brand new looking scissors, so opening them doesn’t detract too much.
His erection sure stays pulsing at full mast.
“Now, hopefully,” I say, looking for the button on one of them, “there will be a tiny bit of charge in them…” Sure enough, there is, so I quickly turn it off again. “Great. With any luck, that will last.” I bat my lashes at him, all faux innocence. “Want to put them on me?”
I’m starting to find it sexy, the way Jacob is so often wordless. He simply holds his hand out for them, figures out how they work, and then steps forward. I was expecting to have to do a little more coaching for this, but he just tugs on my right nipple to stretch it just enough to apply the clothes peg style clamp. The bite of it is just right, not too hard, but firm enough to know it’s definitely there.
“You’ve done this before,” I tease him as he swiftly applies the other.
“No,” he says, quiet and not elaborating. Only concentrating on the task at hand.
He runs both his thumbs over the buttons and lifts his eyebrows to ask for permission. “Go for it,” I tell him, and then gasp when the buzz sends thrumming pleasure through my nipples and along my nerve endings like they have a direct line to my clit. “Fuck,” I breathe as he returns to trailing kisses just under my ear, and my pussy does a full on clench when a low rumble tickles my ear.
His forehead rests on mine as he takes a deep breath, and then another, and then another. When I look down, his cock is leaving a warm trail of pre-cum on my stomach.Oh, right- I almost forgot with the whole knee trembling nipple play: he wants me to tell him what to do.
“How do you feel about oral sex?” It’s important to establish likes and dislikes, green lights and limits. Though we have left it right down to the wire to do this part.
“Love it.” That deep voice of his… I swear he could read the Delaware phone directory and it’d sound like The Song of Songs, or a really good audio porn scene.
“Giving, or receiving?”
“Both.” Before I can reply, he’s bent down to give me another long, thorough kiss that steals my train of thought for a few moments.
Luckily, I get it back. “Lie down,” I tell him. He moves to obey, but I catch his wrist. “But with your head hanging over the edge of the mattress.”
He turns a little red, but the way he bites his lip and hurries to comply lets me know it’s not with trepidation.
It’s with lust.
Incidentally, Jacob Stewart stark naked is the best sight I’ve seen on my trip to England so far. His column is much more interesting than Nelson’s, straining towards me as I move closer.Don’t worry, I have plans for you later.
The nipple clamps are driving me wild, and will be going straight to my top five on the blog. I’ve got to do something soon, because they’re sending shock waves to my core and it’s clenching on its own. “I’m going to sit on your face,” I advise him breathlessly with a grin. “Cool?”
“Very.” His eyes light up.
“Have you done that before?”
“Er… No, not in this position.”
“No problem.” I swing one leg over so that my ass is mainly resting on his chest, and it feels good when he immediately grasps it to support me. “Good man.”
“You…need to stop saying stuff like that,” he murmurs, and his breath against my cunt sends little electric shocks through my abdomen.
“Why?” I smile down at him, my legs dangling over his shoulders and my hands gripping his hair once again. His hair is so soft and thick and luscious, I could get addicted to running my fingers through it.
“Because I’ve already said I won’t be fast, and it… does something to me when you…”
