It made my breath catch.
“You like that cock, Angel?”
“Mmm,” she moaned, flickering her tongue over my slit.
“Take it in your mouth.”
She sucked my cockhead into her mouth, no hesitation, and I groaned, momentarily distracted from pleasuring her pussy.
“More, baby. Suck it in deep. Stuff yourself.”
She did as she was told.
“Keep it there. I want to feel your mouth wrapped around me when you come.”
She moaned again, suckling in languid but hungry pulls, her tongue caressing me.
I drifted my thumbs over her pussy, spreading her open. “Baby…” I teased her clit with my tongue. “You’re going to come, hard, with that cock stuffed in your mouth. Aren’t you.”
She gave up a muffled cry when my lips sealed around her clit. I sucked in rhythm with her soft pulls, and I didn’t speed up or increase the pressure unless she did. When she slowed down or paused, panting, I matched her pace. I matched every move of her mouth with mine, putting her in control.
When she suddenly sucked harder and faster, I did the same. I felt her quivering on the brink of ecstasy as she moaned around her mouthful. Her hips bucked, the orgasm thrashing through her. Her pussy spasming while I kept sucking, latched on tight to her clit.
Then I stuffed my swollen cock into the back of her throat.
I couldn’t come again. I just wanted to feel that connection. To know she was filled with me, stuffed deep, while she climaxed.
She could’ve pulled back, but she didn’t. She sobbed and shivered, letting me fuck her mouth while her climax tore through her.
When she collapsed, panting, I licked her dripping pussy in long, slow strokes, making her shudder. Then I kissed her soft flesh, again and again.
“So beautiful, baby,” I murmured as she slid me out of her mouth.
“Johnny,” she whispered. “Can you come again?”
“No. I’m fucking spent. But come here.”
She turned, crawling up over me as I stretched my bound hands above my head again, resting them on the pillows. She knelt over me, straddling my hips, her face above mine. She reached up and planted her hands on my biceps, pinning my arms. She held me down like that, looking into my eyes.
She had a kind of power over me when we were together. Maybe she knew it.
I had a kind of power over her, too.
It was a heady thing, this thing between us. As erotic as that exchange was, it was about so much more.
I’d never had a connection so erotic with a woman.
Sexual, sure. But performing intimate acts with another person in order to achieve sexual release did not equal intimacy.
It did not equal connection.
She stared into my eyes and I stared into hers.
My heart thudded in my chest, pumping blood through my body. While the rest of me silently shuddered. Part of me couldn’t believe she had my wrists bound and my dick in a cock ring, and me, pinned beneath her. I couldn’t believe she made me come like that. I couldn’t believe she said all those beautiful things, about me.
I couldn’t believe she thought I was beautiful.
I’d had women say that before. But they didn’t really know me. They weren’t around me enough to start to know.
