My arousal comes on strong and surprises me with its force. My body responds to the intensity of my surrender in the most unexpected ways. Tension builds low in my belly. It’snot separate from the emotional storm of my heart but woven through it.
My body is answering the thing my mind has been asking for: to feel something without guilt.
Then his hand finds my sweat-soaked back and starts moving down.
I can’t see what he’s doing. The blindfold means I experience it only as a shifting of his body.
But then his hand is moving over the swell of my ass, down to my soaked leaking cunt, and then pushes deep inside.
And my degradation is complete.
A low sound punches from my throat and dies as his cock shoves it back down. My eyes roll into the back of my head as the sensation overwhelms me completely.
His cock in my mouth. His hand working me from behind. The summer air kissing my fevered brow. My blood burning and singing in my veins.
I’m overloaded.
Overwhelmed.
Exactly where I asked to be.
Lose control, I told him.
And that’s exactly what I’m doing for him.
The orgasm hits with a ferocity that matches his pace. It’s relentless, brutal, and inevitable. I can’t even chase it if I try, much less control it if I want. I shriek against his cock, shakemy head side to side so that I can let him know howgoodhe’s making me feel.
So I can come for him like a good girl.
But he won’t let me off the hook. He won’t stop until he givesmeexactly what I begged him to give.
And then, I feel it. His cock twitches in my throat, hard as iron. Then, with a groan that rumbles through his chest, his semen surges into my mouth, salty and masculine. The first searing drop forces its way down my throat, and I tilt my head back to drain him with every fluttering release.
We come together, and our release has nothing to do with orgasms and everything to do with crossing a barrier that both of us have been approaching for weeks and months now.
All of it, pouring out.
I swallow him greedily and hungrily, like a woman starving for food and he’s offering the only nourishment that I need. He holds me by the back of my head, draws me closer, and buries my nose in the tuft of the hair over his cock until I’ve memorized his scent forever in my head.
And when he finally withdraws, I gasp long ragged breaths and lean back until my body is slack and boneless against the tree trunk.
My mind is blank. I feel scoured clean, emptied out, reset to zero.
But there’s supposed to be more.
He’s given me everything I asked for, but we’re not done yet. I told him he has permission to do everything, and my body is slick and open to him.
I wait.
He doesn’t move.
“Why are you stopping?” My voice comes out hoarse, wrecked from what he just did to my throat.
He leans close, and I turn towards the heat of his body.
His lips brush the shell of my ear, and he nibbles at it while his hand massages my breasts, pulling whimpering moans from my throat over and over again.
“You told me to treat you like an enemy,” he whispers.
