I swallow his gasp and let him taste himself, asserting the dominance that’s already clearly mine. If Thatcher ever fancied himself a Dom in the bedroom, it’s obvious he was denying his true calling. Finally coming up for air, he’s so dazed that I only have seconds before he topples over.
“Lie back on the bed, legs together, hands clasped behind your head.”
Climbing on top and settling on his shins, I admire the vision before me. His golden curls have started to dry haphazardly from the pool water, but his brow is re-dampened with a sheen of sweat from enduring his pleasure. The perfect cock that was just as delicious as I expected is still half hard, and I don’t doubt that his refractory period will be short. Heisquite young, after all.
“You did so well,” I coo, although it seems he’s barely registering my words. “I’m proud of you for giving me what I wanted so quickly. Now, do you remember how I taught you to lick my pussy?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Do you think you can do it upside down?”
He’s just as talented as I remember, and I’ve gotten off twice while riding his face as I edged him. His legs are shaking, so I know it’s time to take what I want before it’s too late and I have to wait again.
When I flip back around, my clit throbs at the sight of his arms still stalwartly placed behind his head. Straddling his red, abused cock, I slowly start to grind back and forth. He can barely keep his eyes open, so lost in the pleasure of not making a single decision and existing only for my pleasure.
“You’ve been so good tonight. Myverygood boy. You’re just my personal toy, aren’t you? You don’t have to think or do anything at all except take what I give you. If I left you here hard, alone, and told you not to touch yourself, what would you say?”
His abs contract beautifully as I drag my claws down, leaving red scratch marks in their wake. There’s barely any air in his lungs as he replies.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Placing my hands on his shins and lifting my hips to give him a view of my messy core, no doubt glistening from the wetness I’ve been grinding and spreading on his cock, I soak in the adoration and heat in his eyes.
“Is this what you want?”
“Mmmm…”
“Now, Thatcher. That’s not an answer. If you want something, you have to tell me. In detail. This is the only time tonight I want you to say more than “yes, Ma’am.” If you want it badly enough, tell me, and I might just give it to you.”
He licks his lips and briefly flicks his gaze to mine before dropping back to my core, where I’m slowly circling my clit and teasing my entrance, ensuring he can see everything.
“Please,” he whispers in the sweetest little voice. “Please,pleaselet me feel your pussy around my cock. Ma’am, I…I think I’ll die without it. You felt so nice grinding on me. Hot and wet, and I just want you to use me. Please.”
Leaning forward, I give him one more languid kiss, suckling on his lower lip and relishing the twitch of his cock against my core. Pulling back to look at him, I can’t help but lavish praise while I rise to line us up for what we’ve both been craving.
“You’re so pretty, solnyshko, and you’re my good boy, telling me what you want. I think I’ll give it to you.”
Any plans I had to sink all the way onto him are immediately dashed, and I hiss, feeling the sweet stretch of my first thick cock in far too long. With a few slow strokes, I’m finally seated flush against his hips, andgoddamn. This cock is every bit as excellent as I knew it would be from the first moment I felt it against my thigh.
Leaning back, I give myself a few moments to luxuriate in the stretch, swiveling my hips and grinding for my own pleasure. A whine from the head of the bed reminds me of the man attached to the cock, and I catch his eyes locked on where we’re connected.
“Do you see what a nice stretch your beautiful cock is giving me? You’ve spread me nice and wide, haven’t you? Such a good boy, letting me use your cock like this. You’re bigger than any of my dildos, so I think you might have to replace them. I bet you’d do that for me, wouldn’t you? Stay right here, naked and ready to be hard for me at a moment’s notice so I could use you any time I wanted.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
I think I’ve broken him. I’ve made him so pussy drunk that he’d agree to anything. Instead of the tension he’s been holding all night, he’s finally relaxed beneath me, limp except for theveryhard dick I’m riding faster now. Moving into a squat, I thank the stair climber for my quad stamina and move one hand to my clit.
“You’re allowed to come because you’ve been such a good boy. But I’m not going to wait on you. If you miss your chance, you’ll have to wait until next time. Tell me when you’re close.”
His whine is barely audible, but I manage to make out that he’s close, which is fortunate, because so am I. When the first monumental spasm of my orgasm pulls me under, I pop up and off him, reveling in the force of his own release as it shoots onto his abdomen. I fall to his chest, unable, even with all my strength, to stay upright while riding this wave of pleasure.
His soft gaze, once we’ve both caught our breath, is enough for me toalmostwish he had his arms around me, holding me tighter to his muscled chest. Almost.
Instead, I breathe in his scent: chlorine, sweat,Thatcher…and his hands stay firmly behind his head.
Chapter 18
Have I diedand gone to heaven?This is so much better than I ever expected heaven to be. Not that I thought I would go, because of, well, plenty of reasons, but even if I did, my dreams pale in comparison. I’m lying on a cloud, perfectly relaxed, as someone, an angel if I had to guess, scratches my scalp. Once every few passes, her thumbs trail down to trace my eyebrows, and if my muscles loosen any more, I’m afraid I’ll sink straight through this cloud and fall out of the sky.
