He jolted when Ambrosio began removing Mr. Wolfe's boots, underpants and boxer briefs. Mr. Wolfe was now completely naked, his cock springing straight up in the air.
"I think you're wearing too many clothes now," Mr. Wolfe said. Uh-oh. Too late, he saw the predatory gleam cross his husband's features and realized Ambrosio had vengeance in mind.
"I'm sorry--" he started to say but Ambrosio pushed him back against the bed.
"Don't move," he snarled.
Mr. Wolfe didn't move a muscle. He lay there, wondering what would happen next.
For a long moment, Ambrosio did nothing. He remained on his knees, his breath whisking against Mr. Wolfe's thighs and still rigid cock. Mr. Wolfe held his breath when Ambrosio moved forward and captured his cock between his moist lips. For several seconds, he slowly drove Mr. Wolfe out of his mind, working his huge, thick shaft with the lightest sucking imaginable.
Over and over again, he drove his mouth up and down Mr. Wolfe's length. Mr. Wolfe could feel the telltale tingling at the base of his spine but it didn't peak. Ambrosio's sucking was deliberately gentle, yet relentless. Mr. Wolfe always thought of it as sexual torture.
Ambrosio came off him, suddenly standing and pressing his boot on Mr. Wolfe's torso.
Mr. Wolfe held his breath once more as Ambrosio toed his cock with the tip of leather. God, it felt so good.
"Stay there," Ambrosio barked.
Where else would Mr. Wolfe go?
He listened as Ambrosio moved around the bed. He heard the click of locks and the familiar sound of chains. He remained where he was, his cock still twitching with need for Ambrosio's mouth.
Ambrosio began removing clothes.
Mr. Wolfe began to tremble with excitement.
Next came the sound of boots hitting the floor, then Ambrosio was straddling his face, his cock descending into Mr. Wolfe's grateful, open mouth. They began suckling one another in a frenzied sixty-nine. Mr. Wolfe moved his hands up to his husband's tight ass, holding it, not that Ambrosio would take his cock away--yet.
Ambrosio fucked Mr. Wolfe's mouth hard and deep, his massive cock sliding into Mr. Wolfe's throat.
Then, Ambrosio rolled off him, earning a shout of protest.
"Quiet!" Ambrosio snapped.
Mr. Wolfe loved his partner's forcefulness and almost came when Ambrosio dragged him by the arms up toward the headboard. In one swift motion, he cuffed Mr. Wolfe's right hand to the bedpost. Another tug on his left hand and that became secured, too.
He knelt beside Mr. Wolfe, his hard cock looking delicious and inviting, but Mr. Wolfe knew better than to try stealing a taste. His whole body jolted when Ambrosio bent down and sucked first the right nipple into his mouth, then the left.
Mr. Wolfe knew what was coming next and almost screamed when the nipple clamps came down on each one. Pain rippled through him, followed by a wave of pleasure as Ambrosio sweetened the deal by reaching down to stroke his cock. Mr. Wolfe could see the haze of desire in his man's eyes.
Ambrosio leaned over and began to suck him once again.
"Open your legs," he demanded. Mr. Wolfe obeyed him, gasping with pleasure when Ambrosio began to lick and suck his asshole.
"Swarovski back pearl." Ambrosio lifted his head and swung a long silver chain over Mr. Wolfe's mouth. "Suck it, Wolfie."
Mr. Wolfe stared up at one of his favorite sex toys. He'd never experienced bottom jewelry until Ambrosio introduced it into their lives. The black pearl was perfect. Around the size of a dime, he could see its sparkle even in the candlelight. Four other smaller pearls moved up along the chain. Ambrosio let the first one fall into Mr. Wolfe's mouth. As the cold pearl touched his tongue, Mr. Wolfe sucked it, feeling the smaller balls linked behind it rubbing against his lips.
"Open."
Mr. Wolfe opened his mouth and Ambrosio removed the pearl. He began rubbing the chain against Mr. Wolfe's hole as he licked and sucked his reaching cock. With a flourish, he inserted the pearls into Mr. Wolfe, wrapping the dangling chain around his cock and scrotum. He leaned back, examining his handiwork.
Ambrosio gently flicked the right nipple clamp and then the left. The flicks grew a little more aggressive and Ambrosio leaned down, sucking Mr. Wolfe once more. Suddenly the clamping, the pressure in Mr. Wolfe's balls and cock seemed to surge through his body, to his nipples and up to his throat. Fire consumed him. The need to come, the insatiable desire to be fucked made him sweat.
He thought he would shoot before Ambrosio got a chance to shove his way inside him, but Ambrosio pulled on the cock-chain now, making Mr. Wolfe yelp in a jolt of pleasure-pain.
"Wait." Ambrosio's voice was a growl.
Mr. Wolfe nodded, unable to speak.
"Turn over."
Mr. Wolfe obeyed.
"On your knees."
Once again Mr. Wolfe did as instructed.
Ambrosio got off the bed and walked to the end of the bed. Mr. Wolfe waited, ass swaying in the air and heard the popping of the champagne bottle. Ambrosio returned to the bed, kneeling between Mr. Wolfe's parted thighs and began licking his ass again. He used his tongue to insert the last tiny pearl inside Mr. Wolfe who began to shake and shiver.
"Fuck," Ambrosio said and suddenly poured champagne all over Mr. Wolfe's ass. The chill of the liquid jarred his senses and he braced himself for Ambrosio's cock.
Ambrosio entered him quickly, the pearls nudging higher and higher inside Mr. Wolfe who kept begging for the huge eruption he knew would soon be his.
He let out a scream when the first black pearl hit his prostate.
Ambrosio held his hips and fucked him hard. He reached beneath Mr. Wolfe's shuddering, shivering body and plucked at the chain binding his scrotum.
Mr. Wolfe came so hard he saw stars. Black, shiny stars in a sea of Swarovski. He could feel Ambrosio coming deep within him and wished it could have lasted longer. But Ambrosio had promised him forever, and forever they would have.
Ambrosio whispered, "Food, my love."
Mr. Wolfe turned
