puckers as he sucks it lightly. His soft tongue rolls and caresses it. The sensations overload my senses as I arch my back again, eager for more. He nibbles my nub lightly, watching my reaction, watching me come undone.
I murmur, “Bite it. Bite it hard,” as I squirm under him. I push my breast up, trying to lure him to give me what I want.
His eyes trail up to mine, his mouth still anchored to my nipple, his eyes combusting with heat with the satisfaction of knowing he’s making me crazy. They lock with mine as he deliberately licks and sucks, withholding. As I pant…waiting for it…the mixture of pain and pleasure I love so much. Waiting as he pushes me higher. His eyes lock with mine as he bites and it shoots straight to my aching pussy. I moan, slamming my head into the pillow, my mouth sucking in air. He repeats the same torture on my other one and my body betrays me again. My nipples are swollen and aching. My face flushes as I pant lightly. My clit pulses, and I feel a rush of moisture between my legs as he says, “I bet you can come this way. Wanna see?”
I shake my head no, and he chuckles. “Merely a rhetorical question, darlin’, not an actual one.”
He watches me, torturing me with his slow labored movements. Tenderly licking my sore nipples until they lose their angry glow and suckling them into submission. Only to coax the nipple to a harder peak again, red and aching, biting them hard, forcing my body to buck and writhe involuntarily. I want release, I need it, but it just feels so damn good, that lovely swirl of pleasure and pain.
He keeps me teetering like my body is his favorite toy, and he’s playing for his own amusement. Finally as if granting his permission, he provokes the tip again, sucking it against the roof of his mouth, flicking it rapidly with his tongue, increasing the intensity, forcing the nub to harden to a rock in his mouth, worshipping it. His eyes lock on me. Repeating his assault, he raises me higher and higher. My breasts are swollen and tight from the attention. His wet mouth pushes me further as I beg, “Please. Please.” Blowing on my nipple softly to cool the fire, he licks lazily around my areola. He bites hard. The surge is overwhelming. The quick bite of pain and the rush of blood, giving me my sweet release, I scream, “Fuck!” My mouth gapes open, pushing against the pillow. My pussy quivers and shakes as I sink back into the bed.
“Sadly, darlin’, I am in desperate need of both my hands.” His hand unbuckles his belt and I hear the buckle clank. As he yanks it free, the sound of it sliding out of his jeans with a whir sends pulsating jolts to my bud. His other hand is still anchoring me as the last tremors shift through my body. Wrapping my hands with the dark belt, the suede and leather caress my skin, tightening its grasp around my wrists. As he wraps it around the headboard above me, buckling it, my heart quickens and my mound stirs. Slipping his fingers in to check my circulation, he asks, “Is that too tight?’ I shake my head no, the brown leather soft against my skin but when I try to move, it’s unrelenting. His hand trails wistfully down my cheek as he kisses me tenderly. Deepening the kiss, his mouth locked on mine, taking full possession.
Sitting back, he admires his captive. He gingerly strokes his hand through the previously explored regions of my body. His sensuous touch sears my skin as I say, “But, I want to touch you.”
“Oh, darlin’, but this is too much fun.” His eyes alight with mischievous glee. “But, nice try. I do believe I owe you another orgasm.” He yanks on the side of my boy shorts. “Let’s get these off.” Pulling from both sides, he pulls them gradually down my legs, his hot kisses igniting trails down my abdomen to my legs with his eyes. Flipping my skirt up, he muses, “I do love a smooth pussy. Your lips are swollen and such a pretty shade of pink. I could get lost in there.” As his eyes burn into mine, he pushes his finger into my pussy, watching me, gauging my reactions, my pleasure. His finger wiggles against my special spot, while inserting another digit,