“I could come just from this alone,” he ground out as he continued to flex his hips over her, squeezing her breasts harder around him. “Would you like that? Would you like to feel me come on your chest?”
“No.” She bucked, throwing him off balance so he had to release her and grab the headboard to steady himself. As he shifted forward, his cock, perfectly positioned near her mouth, grazed her chin. Leaning forward, she parted her lips, and took nearly his entire length into her mouth and sucked.
He stifled a groan as he stilled, allowing her to have this little bit of control. She drew back, swirling her tongue around his tip. It was her turn to suckle, to lick. She took him in again, closing her lips tightly around his girth. Back and forth, in and out, she moved while he groaned above her. She felt him jerk, sensed his control, and the tension he held back while he refrained from spilling himself inside her mouth. Then he pulled out with an audible pop.
Max moved down her body and pinched the clamps tighter on her nipples. But when she screeched, he quickly removed the devices, lashed his tongue over the peaks, and blew to soothe them. When she relaxed, he continued his journey down her body, his mouth leaving searing nips and kisses as he went…until he reached his destination.
“I want to taste you now.” He breathed against her mons, his hands gliding over her hips and settling on her inner thighs. “I’m going to lick your pussy and taste your sweetness.”
Before she could utter a sound, he dove in, his mouth hot and greedy. He munched on her opening, his tongue darting in and out while his hands continued to press on her thighs. She instinctively moved, gyrating her hips as her tiny whimpers became cries of pleasure. They elevated into heaving pants and pleas for release. His hand left her thigh, and he plunged his fingers into her core while his lips worked her clit. Crying out, she gasped for air as he moaned against her pussy, spreading the vibration inside her.
“You taste so fucking good.”
She released a strangled sob, feeling turned on about pleasing him while getting pleasured herself. Her breasts tightened, tingled. His speed increased as he pumped his fingers in and out. His mouth returned to her clit and pulled hard. She attempted to rock her pelvis as best she could while bound, trying to grind into his face, seeking that final release.
But before she could shatter, he lifted away from her. She felt the loss immediately and groaned, wanting his mouth back on her sex. He chuckled as his fingers pulled out of her and his thumb teased her clit. She didn’t want to lose the feeling, the height of pleasure she’d gained. She’d been on the edge then suddenly yanked back, dousing the flames of her passion with cold water.
She arched her hips again, trying to press harder into his hand. But he obviously had other plans as he crawled over her, positioning himself at her entrance.
“Do you want this?” he teased, swirling the head of his cock in her juices. All she could do was sigh. “I asked you a question. Tell me what you want.”
She couldn’t speak. Her thoughts scattered. He had extraordinary control as he continued to slide his erection through her folds without thrusting. “Tell me,” he ordered.
“I want your dick inside me, pumping fast and hard,” she managed to say. She let out a gasp as the head of his cock stroked across her tender clit and his other hand cupped her ass.
“And what about this?” he asked, focusing on her clit.
“Rub it hard, make me climax.”
“I think you can do better than that,” he said as he moved. “I think you’re naughtier than that,” he whispered in her ear.
She felt the silk wrap loosen from around her right wrist. He took her hand, guiding it down between her own legs, placing it on her clit.
“I’m going to fuck you hard and you’re going to help me.”
She cried out as his entire length slammed into her. She clenched around him, fully sheathing his rigid erection. Time stopped. Seconds felt like eons. He pulsed inside her. Sweat formed on her body where it joined his.
He began to withdraw slowly, and she instantly wanted him back, filling her. She clenched again, lifting her hips to keep him there, but he continued his withdrawal. Just when she thought he’d pull out entirely, he slammed into her and she cried out again.
“Yes, tell me how much you like that.” His voice strained as he pumped in and out.
“Yeessss,” she breathed, meeting his thrusts.
“Stroke yourself.”
She rubbed herself furiously. As much as she wanted this to last, she wanted to come fast and hard.
He kept pumping, slamming into her core, moaning with each thrust. She was so close, ready to fall into that abyss.
“I feel you getting tighter. You’re almost there, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she managed to say while keeping pace with him. She wanted her legs free in order to wrap around him and bring him closer.
“I’m going to explode inside you,” he ground out before convulsing. Then her own climax hit and she finally shattered. Her scream pierced the air. She didn’t let up, keening, moaning as she rubbed herself while matching him, clenching around him, milking him for all he had while extending her own pleasure.
He collapsed on her chest, his heat welcomed, his breath panting in her ear. He released the silk from her other hand, enabling her to wrap her arm around him. She ran her hand up and down his back, loving the
