How the hell did I forget that he likes doing that? That was the purpose for the buildup. The slowness. So he could get me to hold my release.
The intensity of the raw carnal pleasure is already too much, but he knows that.
I hear the deep rumble of his chuckle, and I know he knows it’s too much. Seconds later, his tongue thrashes up into my pussy, and I cry out, practically screaming. The chains on the cuffs clink as I thrash about against the restraint and against him.
He continues eating me out, and he’s not going slow either, like he did when he was just touching me. His feasting is more devouring and consuming—it’s mind numbing, and I can’t take it.
“Please let me come. I can’t hold it, Paul…” I cry, but he doesn’t answer. His answer is to give me more.
His tongue swirls over the hard nub of my clit, and then he starts sucking hard on it, pulling the orgasm out of me while I try to hold it. The tug of war of emotions is too much. I’m going crazy here. Insanity has come for me along with a buzz of wild heat that sends a blast of electricity over my body.
“Paul… I can’t hold it. Please, sir… let me come.” I’m just talking now, not knowing what exactly I’m saying. The words are just words, pouring out of me with the burn of pleasure.
He stops his feasting and rubs over my pussy lips.
“Come for me, baby. Come,” he commands, and I let it all go. I allow the flow to leave my body, and then I feel him again at my pussy, drinking as I come.
I shudder and arch my back, lifting against the padding of the bed.
My being feels alive. I don’t get to savor the feeling, though, for too long. Paul takes hold of my hips and spears me with his ruthless cock.
The pleasure I feel then is so unreal I get that lightheaded sensation all over again.
Thank God I’m already lying down. If I were doing anything else, I would definitely fall over.
This man is too much. He knows exactly what to do with me, and what to do to me.
He starts fucking me hard. There’s no inching in this time and no slow buildup. It’s fucking. Hard and raw. Carnal and primitive. Animalistic. And we’ve both gone wild. I move against him as he pounds into me, rocking my body against the restraints.
Fucking hell… I come again from the impact and cry out his name, screaming into the release as he continues to fuck me.
Then he’s groaning too, and hot cum floods my walls, filling me up and claiming me once again. Once again, I know I’m his. Every time we do this, it feels like a reminder of who I belong to.
His pumps slow and he stops. We both catch our breath, and he pulls out of me moments later.
The blindfold is the first to come off. I flutter my eyes open, allowing myself to adjust to the light and his handsome face hovering over me. He’s sweating as much as me. The look in his eyes, though, is more emotion-filled than before.
He touches my face.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“I’m better than okay. You?”
“You know I am.” He strokes my cheek. “What did you want? What was the request?”
“A kiss,” I say, and it feels so odd to ask for such a thing after what we just did.
“A kiss, baby?”
“A kiss, but I want to touch you,” I answer with a little smile.
He straightens up and undoes my cuffs.
When I’m, free, I sit up and reach for him.
He comes to me, and when our lips meet, I get the sensation I wanted when I first thought of what I wanted.
Warmth over my heart, warmth over my soul. That’s what it feels like. Like the wildness has tamed to what it becomes after you share a thrill with someone you love.
He’s always been that for me.
This kiss, though, sends me over the edge.
Tonight, I trusted him with my body, heart, mind, and soul, and with this kiss, I did the thing I promised myself I’d never do.
Fall for Paul all over again.