was frightened of…this. That if you touched me, like this, I would want you again and again. Ludicrous, really, because I do…anyway.”
I gaze down at the flushed, defenseless face. I can’t allow myself to hope that this might be a beginning.
When I take him into my mouth again, I stop thinking. I make love to him with my lips and tongue and teeth and fingers, respond instinctively to the tensing of tissue, to his sighs and gasps. I’m no longer focused on egging him on; I no longer try to control his arousal. All I’m doing is reveling in his smell, his skin, his hardness, his softness. I’m reveling in the fact that for a few minutes I have made him forget any other woman who has ever touched him.
“Pleasedon’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstoppleasssse…Oh, no, don’t—”
I suck him deep into me until I feel a load of jizz hit the back of my throat. Mission accomplished. Milking him with both hands, firmly and slowly, I swallow and let him slide out of my mouth. This I want to see. He groans as if his entrails were on fire; his hips buck in spasms of release, and the next few milky white blobs land on my breasts and throat, run down my fingers onto his belly. I don’t think he was looking at me when he came, because it’s only when the spurts of cum subside to pearly drops that he raises his head and opens his eyes. I can’t suppress a grin—half of pride, half of tenderness.
“Why, Professor Cleveland…I always knew you had it in you.”
He is gasping for air, for the moment too weak even to laugh.
“You’re only so cocky because…I have my hands tied and…my spirits drained!”
“Not at all. I’m your willing handmaiden, sir. Here, let me clean you up.”
Very tenderly I take him between my lips and suck the wet, fragrant, softening shaft into my mouth again. He catches his breath as if I’d bitten into him.
“Not nice?”
“It blows all remaining fuses in my brain…but yeah, it’s lovely. But you have to be gentle with me.”
Satisfied, I settle my head against his thigh and very gently, with infinite tenderness, suckle his wilting cock. Inhale the smell of his sex in his hair, on his skin. Hold his drained balls in the hollow of my hand. Wait for the turn. Was this the climax that is followed by a falling action and imminent ending? Or is this a beginning? While I’m lying against his naked body, with his cock in my mouth, I almost don’t care.
“Why did you come?” he asks after a long while.
“Hmm? I didn’t.”
“No, I meant, here. When I was wandering through the snow feeling sorry for myself.”
I pull my knees underneath my body and squat between his legs.
“Will you thrash me if I untie you now?”
“I don’t think I’d have the strength,” he sighs. “You’ve shot yourself in the foot, my girl. Middle-aged men are completely incapacitated for hours by ejaculations like that.”
“That’s okay. Honor is satisfied.”
Cautiously, I push my hands under his buttocks again and feel for the cufflinks.
“So—you came here to make me come?” he insists.
I sit up and angle for my t-shirt and sweater while Giles very gingerly frees himself from his shackles and moves his arms about. Flexes his hands. Groans as the blood tingles in his fingers.
I’ve pulled on my clothes without wiping his cum off my chest. I want him on me. This is no time for niceties. “I had this terrible sense of…waste. And I knew for a fact that it wouldn’t get better at home, but worse. I just wanted to be outside, in the snow, and calm down. And then suddenly I was here. I don’t know, Giles.”
The beautiful naked man sitting next to me on the sofa smiles. It’s a wistful smile, as if he, too, thinks that this will be our only evening together. Then his expression changes and he flings himself on me, wrestles me down onto my back and kisses me with a vehemence that startles me.
“G-Giles!”
“Mhmm.” He raises his head and licks his lips. “I think the last time I tasted my spunk was when I lost a bet with Rupert Harding.”
“You shock me. And who is Rupert Harding?”
“Oh, he was my best friend at school.” He wriggles his torso between my thighs and slumps on top of me in all his naked glory.
“Ooofff…from what I heard about English boarding schools, I would have guessed that you tasted his.”