With a growl, he slipped his large, rough palms underneath my ass cheeks and pulled me down to the edge of the bed so I was right in front of him as he kneeled.
“So fucking beautiful.” He admired my pussy for a moment, then sank into me with a long, savoring lick up the length of my sex. I couldn’t believe the intensity of it. His finger had felt so good, but this, his tongue stroking wet and hot, then swirling and pressing while his lips sucked. I couldn’t have said exactly the time it took, but I knew it wasn’t long before I was gasping and panting, right on the brink.
He took his mouth away, bringing it to my inner thigh where he sucked, then bit me lightly. I cried out, getting even wetter as he marked me. “You’re going to come quick for me, aren’t you?” He sounded so satisfied and animalistic.
“Yes,” I groaned, missing his mouth, his tongue.
“Then I’m going to have to do this more than once tonight,” he warned me. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”
The second he was back on me, sucking my clit fiercely I came, blindingly hard, twisting against the sheets and nearly ripping them with my fists. He pushed me back down, holding my thighs apart and devouring every last shudder, licking every drop until it finally, finally subsided.
“Dom.” I panted, a sheen of sweat covering my body. I clutched at him, wanting him next to me. I’d just come, but it was like he got me into a hyper-aroused state where every orgasm just took me to the next level of desire. He drew me up to lay our heads on the pillows, both of us stretched out along my bed.
“Take your shirt off,” I pleaded, pulling at it. He removed it and I ran my hands along his sculpted torso, but I wanted more. I snuck my hands down to the waistband of his jeans and started with the button.
“No.” He caught my hands in his, taking them away, pinning them to my sides.
“Please, Dom.” I wrapped my leg around his shamelessly, scooting closer so my breasts grazed his chest. “I want you naked against me. Both of us naked. That would feel so good, Dom. Please.”
“Christ,” he exhaled sharply, closing his eyes as if marshaling the strength to fight back demons.
“Please, Dom, I want more.” I almost couldn’t believe the brazen words coming out of my mouth. Or that I was in this situation. Every interaction with a man up until now went the other way. Now I was crazy about a man who wouldn’t take his damn pants off over some ridiculous notion that he was doing the right thing.
“Gigi, I’m trying—”
“I know,” I interrupted, kissing his neck, his chest, licking my way down as I pressed against him. My pussy was still so sensitive, throbbing from my orgasm and wanting another one. I straddled his thick thigh and ground against it, pushing my clit against his hardness. “But I don’t want you to hold back, Dom. I want you to teach me,” I pleaded, looking up into his eyes. “I need you so much.”
He held himself still as I rocked against him. “Fuck!” he breathed out, harsh.
“Please, Dom. I can barely sleep. I lie awake at night wanting you. Every orgasm you give me makes me want more. I’m going crazy.”
“You think you’re going crazy!”
“I want you to come, Dom.” I couldn’t believe the words I was saying, but it was so true. I kept fixating on it at night when I touched myself, the thought of touching his cock, what it would feel like, what it would taste like, how it would be to watch his face, hear him, see him explode like he’d made me do over and over. I wanted that for him, wanted to see it, experience it.
Fast and fierce, he was up and over me, pinning my hands over my head. His nostrils flared as he panted.
“You think you’re tortured? I’ve been hard as a fucking rock since the day I met you.” He lowered his hips to mine and ground into me. I moaned, sinking my head back into the pillows, glorying in the way his masculine hardness felt against my yielding softness, the massive outline of his cock pressing against me right where I needed it.
“Please,” I begged, pushing my pussy against him, spreading my legs. I needed him to drive into me so badly.
“Fuck!” He leaped out of bed fast like it was on fire and paced the length of it, tormented. I whimpered with frustration on the bed. Then he spotted my silk bathrobe hanging from the door of my bathroom. And the silk belt draped through the loops around the waist.
He grabbed it quick as lightning, then came over me again on the bed, dragging me to the side where I had a bedpost. “You want more?” he panted.
“Yes.” I felt a twinge of fear mingled with my excitement. What was he going to do? Nothing could stop me from finding out.
“You’re going to need to trust me if you do. Can you do that?”
“Yes, of course.” I trusted Dom with my life.
“I’m going to tie your wrists to the bedpost. If you want to stop, you tell me.”
“Yes.” I’m sure my eyes were huge. I could see my ribcage rising and falling as I panted with anticipation. He grabbed my wrists, firm but not hurting me, and wrapped the silk bathrobe belt around them, tying a knot. Then he fastened it to the bedpost and stretched me out diagonally across the bed, completely naked.
He stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at me, the hunger of a starving man in his eyes.
“What are you going to do to me?” I asked, breathless, already feeling myself grow wet as I clenched my thighs together. I’d never felt more vulnerable and exposed, and he looked like a wild animal ready to pounce.
Without a word, he sank down and brought his mouth to my pussy again. Writhing against my restraints, I felt so helpless and taken it brought the intensity to a whole new level. He had me at his mercy. He could feast on me all night and I couldn’t stop him. It made me wild.
“Yes!” I cried as he dug his fingers into my ass, spreading my cheeks, devouring me. He started shoving his tongue into me, over and over, the way he sometimes did with his finger, making me think about how it would feel if it were his cock. It felt like getting fucked by his tongue, and I screamed with pleasure, wet heat pouring out of me in response to his assault.
But before I could come, he withdrew. Standing at the side of the bed, he looked down at me as I quivered and moaned. He unbuttoned his jeans. He slipped them and his briefs down, stepped out of them and then stood before me completely naked. My mouth dropped open. He was huge, honestly so big. I hadn’t seen a lot of penises, really, just two guys who’d hopefully unbuttoned their pants while we were kissing. But I’d never seen anything like his.
It looked so male, hard and primal with veins running its length, the crown of it purple and engorged. He ran his hand along its length and I saw a drop of moisture at the tip. Fascinated, I watched as he took it and smoothed it down over his length. Then another drop, which he began to use as lubricant, too. I had a bunch of that he could use.
“Take mine,” I whispered, shocking myself at how dirty I was being. His eyes darkened at my suggestion. I spread my legs in invitation. If he wouldn’t touch me with his cock, at least I could see me on it. He reached his hand down and stroked my pussy with his strong fingers. I knew he could make me come in sixty seconds. I was so on the edge. He knew it, too, but he withdrew his fingers now soaking wet and practically dripping with my arousal. As he brought it to his cock, his head tilted back, eyes closed as he worked it up and down his shaft.
“Aw, fuck, Gigi,” he murmured. I whimpered in response, watching how slick his c
ock looked now, how it grew even larger.
“You’re so big!” I gasped, pulling at my wrist ties, wanting to get closer. “I wish I could touch you.”
He groaned, stroking himself faster. “You said you want to see me come, Gigi. You want to see me come?”
“Yes!” My voice sounded so guttural, deep with need as I watched his hand move fast; faster. Every inch of his body looked so hard, his muscles taut. He needed release so badly. I wished it were inside of me, but watching this way, it felt so dirty and hot. I couldn’t wait to see him come. Maybe feel him come.
“I want…” Even as I writhed beneath him, completely naked, my pussy dripping wet and my nipples hard and aching, I still felt a touch of embarrassment over my naughty desires. But I couldn’t stop myself. “I want to feel your come,” I begged. “Come on me, Dom.”
With a strangled groan, he shifted closer toward me, working his huge cock right over my pussy. Looking down at me, locking with my eyes, he told me, “I’m going to come all over you.” Then he ordered, “You come, too.”
Just his words started my wave, my pussy clenching in response to his command. Then his first spurt of come hit me and it was the hottest thing I’d ever felt in my life, hotter even than when he touched me, more than when he ate me. It was him, his climax, proof of how much he wanted and needed me and I wanted to be covered in it.
“Dom!” I screamed, “Yes!” I arched my breasts up, wanting him to come on them, too, wanting it all over me.
He brought a finger to my pussy and hit me right where I was already starting to explode, pressing my clit and taking me up and over the edge even as he worked the length of his cock, sending spurt after spurt onto my pussy, my stomach, my breasts.
“Mine, Gigi.” He claimed me as he marked me. “Mine.”
“Yes, yes.” I was a writhing mess, coming and covered in his come, sobbing and crying his name. The orgasm kept cresting and cresting again, shuddering through me. The feeling of being tied up, coated in his hot come, it was almost too much.