by Dark Angel
I strain against the ties, closing my eyes and biting on my lip. I can’t believe I’m in such a state when he’s barely touching me.
I let a moan escape my lips as his finger goes over the curve of my breast and circles my rosy nipple without touching it. Then he goes down, going to my other breast and doing the same there. He leans into my breasts and relief washes over me as I think he’ll take his mouth to my nipple; yet, once again he stops just an inch from it, blowing softly. His cool breath on my breast is making me dizzy; I’m sure I’ll go insane if he doesn’t touch me soon. For how long will I be able to endure this?
He takes his hands down my body, hooking the tip of his fingers on my thong. He grabs it gently and it seems that he will pull it down in an instant as he did with my blouse; instead, he simply lowers my thong a miser inch, revealing my tan line. He takes his lips there, brushing them softly against that white line of skin. I try to thrust my hips upward but it’s useless; I can’t move, and I’m at his mercy.
“What do you want, love?” he asks me, taking his fingers up my belly and back to the base of my breasts. “You seem awfully impatient.”
“Sebastian, please…” I half moan. “I want… I want it.”
“Want what?”
“I want you… I want you to touch me, I want you to fuck me… Please…”
“I will… If you behave.”
“I will… I’ll do anything.”
“Good girl,” he says with a smile, once more grabbing at my thong and pulling it down a few inches so damn slowly. Then, when I’m not expecting it anymore, he grabs at it and pulls it against my outer thigh, tearing it off of my expectant body in a brutish and quick motion.
I can feel his eyes all over me, running from my lips to my heaving breasts, and finding their way between my thighs. He leans into me, laying his lips against my neck, kissing it up and down with so much softness you’d think my neck was made of porcelain. I close my eyes, feeling then the tip of his finger brushing over one of my nipples. It takes just that for me to moan as loudly as if he’s inside of me. If I’m already like this I don’t even want to imagine what it'll be like to have his cock stretching my pussy. This is it, I’m sure I won’t survive the night.
He kisses my chin and goes down to my neck again; this time he doesn’t stop there, though, continuing down to my collarbone and to the base of my breasts, laying gentle kisses around them in a maddening climb to my nipples. I can feel my muscles already twitching, my whole body electrified with the perspective of his tongue on my nipples.
I moan as his tongue touches me, licking in circles around my nipples. When he flicks it at the cherry colored point, I almost think my head will split open; I purse my lips and close my eyes, inundated by a stream of delight.
More, more, more!
He lowers his head and fits my nipple between his lips, sucking on it slowly as his fingers go down my belly and crawl down to my inner thigh. My hips sway of their own accord, my pussy aching and begging to be touched. He takes his time, stroking my inner thighs and teasing, coming close to my pussy, but never actually touching it.
But then he does.
He runs his index finger from the base of my pussy to my clit, brushing against it so softly I can barely feel it, and yet, in such a way that I can’t feel much more than that. There is no pressure on his finger, it feels as light as a feather on me, but as it rubs against my clit it’s as if lightning has struck my body. I convulse, my limbs straining against the ties as I arch my back and thrust my hips upward as ecstasy slaps all my thoughts away.
Sebastian presses hard against my pussy then, cupping it and pinning me against the mattress as I succumb to my orgasm. I didn’t know it was even possible to climax like this! It’s absolutely insane, and it only makes me want more. God, I’m hungry for his body, for his cock. It’s a good thing that he doesn’t release me from the ties, or else I would jump on him like some feral cat and claw at his crotch until I could grab his thick, 12-inch cock and ram it deep inside of me.
Oh, yeah, right now I’m this crazy for him.
“Sebastian…” I start, not even knowing what I want to say. “Christ, what was that?”
“That,” he says, smiling at me and leaning in to kiss me, “is what I’d call being in the hands of someone who knows what he’s doing.”
“More,” I grin at him, licking my wet lips. “I want more.”
“I live to serve, love,” he replies, pressing his mouth against mine. I let my tongue reach for his, violently dancing and flicking at it while I tilt my head from side to side. He stops the kiss when he grabs at my hair behind my head, forcing me to tilt it up and bare my neck to him. He kisses it, his mouth then jumping to my breasts and sucking hard on my nipples, all the slow tortuous teasing finally over. His hands squeeze my breasts hard, his touch sending flames of wanton desire down to my drenched pussy.
I’m the wettest I have ever been in my entire life.
I lift my ass up from the bed and rock my hips against the mattress, calling his attention there, begging for his touch between my legs. His hand darts there in a fraction of a second, pinning me down as he cups my pussy, his thumb right above my clit. He presses down on it, rubbing it in circles and making me gasp.
I want to grab his hand and make him finger me, but I’m helpless, all that I can do is moan and beg. Maybe he takes some pity on me, as he starts brushing his finger along my pussy, parting my lips as he does it. Then, in a flash, he slides one finger inside in a hooking motion. I gasp, choking down a loud moan, and he slides in one more finger as he keeps rubbing my clit.
His fingers go in and out slowly at first, stretching and teasing, but they quickly up the pace, coming and going out of me so fast I can’t even tell when they are in or out. He pinches my nipples with the other hand, squeezing them hard between his thumb and index finger as he kisses with the same intensity a drowning man craves air. That fits me just fine, as I crave his lips even more.
I start to push my pussy against his fingers, making him hook them even deeper inside me, and I keep going like that until I start to feel my whole body burn from the inside out, the fire of lust all-consuming and out of control. I come with a loud scream, my limbs flailing and struggling against the ties that bind them.
Let me free. Lemme show ya how much I missed you. All I can think is that if he doesn’t let me free soon I’m going to start begging, I’m going to become so desperate that I won’t be able to stand it.
He doesn’t do it, of course. Instead, he places his hands on my knees and pushes them to the side, clearing the way so that he can position himself between my legs, his face right above my pussy.
Alright, that works too.
He attacks my pussy with his mouth savagely, his lips pulling at my clit and sucking on it as his tongue lashes out against it. He opens his mouth wide, sucking my pussy eagerly and running his tongue along my pussy at break-neck speed. I thrash wildly in place, making sure his mouth won’t leave my pussy any time soon.
He has no intention of stopping what he’s doing, so there’s no need for me to worry. In fact, the more I press my pussy against his mouth the more ferociously he devours me, eating me out with such intensity I think I’ll pass out before coming.
He takes his forearm and places it across my belly, pressing down and pinning my hips to the mattress, holding my pussy in place so that he can lick all of it with all the attention and care he wants. I want to move; it’s hard to stay put, but that suits me just fine.
I used to be Lily, an innocent girl, and now, whenever I’m near Sebastian, I seem to turn into some kind of sex-crazed maniac that can’t think of anything else that doesn’t involve his huge member. I would have never guessed, not in a million years, that I would have these kind of thoughts swirling around my mind.
Holy fuck, I think as he starts to beat at my clit with his tongue, sliding two fingers at once inside me and moving them in and out fast. I can feel the pressure mounting on my sides, swee
t release knocking at my door. His fingers go in and upwards, hitting a spot inside me that makes me feel as if my skin, muscles, and bones are on fire and turning to ash. It feels that good. I want to come so bad I can’t even believe it.
“Sebastian,” I gasp. I feel the deluge about to hit. I’m desperate for it and I know I’m going to squirt.
He looks up and throws me a mischievous grin, the look on his face telling me that he knows what’s happening with my body.
“Yeah, squirt for me, baby.”
I can feel my muscles cramping with pressure, a buzz spreading through my limbs. I try to hold it, but I’m going to succumb soon. It feels so good it overrides my every thought.
Still slamming his fingers inside of me, he comes to my side. “Trust me, love. Just let go.”
Alright, alright!
I do as he tells me to, and I surrender to it. It seems as if my body is exploding and…
HOLY FUCK!
A strong current crawls under my skin, concentrating inside my pussy like some furious supernatural force. My brain is on fire as I feel my inner walls spasming and my warm juices gushing out of me and down to the sheets. It’s happening, it’s happening! I’m squirting hard. I close my eyes as my brain seems to melt inside my skull, and I collapse on the mattress as if all life has been sucked out of me.
“Sebastian… This… This is…” I don’t even know what I want to say. This is just fucking amazing.
“I know, love, I know”, he grins at me, cupping my pussy and feeling my completely drenched skin with the palm of his hand. “Now… Now we can start.”
Start? Start? Oh my God, oh my God!
He moves fast, removing the ties that held me in place. Summoning whatever energy I still have left in me, I prop myself back up on the bed and go straight for his shirt with my outstretched fingers.
I grab his collar and tug on it violently, making buttons pop everywhere. I tear his shirt apart and take it off of his torso, pressing my mouth there and kissing his perfect skin with abandonment. With shaky fingers I unbuckle his belt and pull his zipper down, yanking his pants down his legs with a violence I didn’t know I had in me. He kicks his shoes off and, even before he has completely removed his pants, my hands are already grabbing at the gigantic shape under his boxers. I grab the hem of his underwear and tug it down, his member saluting me eagerly. I start stroking it wildly, guided completely by a lust so primal I’m sure it still lives in a cave.
In an instant, I’m already leaning into him and swallowing his cock, pushing my head down his whole length until it almost feels like it’s going to pierce me from side to side. I’m completely insane and hungry for his cock, and by God, it feels fucking wonderful. I gobble his cock as if it’s the most delicious thing in the world. Oh, who am I kidding? It really is the most delicious thing in the world!
I want to suck him dry, to feel him coming and have his cum filling my mouth and dripping down my chin. I want it all, and I want it in such a way that it’s no longer in the realm of rationality.
He grabs my head, though, and makes me stop. Before I can do anything, he has his hands on my hips and turns me over. I let him do it willingly, no strength left in my limbs, and I lay there on the bed with my belly down. Climbing on top of me, I feel his hands go down my back and grabbing my ass hard, his thumbs right over my ass crack. I wiggle my ass, anxious for what’s to come, and he places his hand between my legs and slides one finger inside my pussy. He takes it out then, pressing his body down on me as he guides his cock toward my inner sanctum, his tip pushing my folds aside and straining against my tightness as it slides in.
I bury my face in the sheets, moaning as hard as it’s humanly possible. His cock goes deep inside me, stroking the same spot his fingers had before. I’m not sure if I’m moaning or screaming; all I know is that I’m making so much noise that the muscles in my throat are already growing sore. His pendulum motion is completely obliterating me, my pussy spasming around his thickness as he goes in and out. Can you die of too much pleasure? I’m about find out.
I feel nothing, absolutely nothing but the constant ramming of his cock. It goes in and out at a manic steady pace, throbbing and pushing back my inner walls. When he’s in deep, I’m sure there isn’t a fraction of an inch inside my pussy that isn’t filled by his massive member. He only has to make it twitch inside of me to draw a violent moan out of my lips.
Can he even go any deeper? I open my hands and put them to my side, pushing back with my ass and lifting it up. Sebastian eases his pressure on me, leaning back as I go from laying down to being on all fours. He slaps my ass hard with the back of his hand, grabbing my ass as he thrusts his hips forward and restarts his assault.
“Fuck…” I growl out. “It’s so… fucking good.” Now, I’ve never been big on cuss words but there just isn’t any other way to say it. It’s fucking good, screw being polite.
I want him to go harder but, even before I have the chance to beg him for that, he leans forward and starts pounding into me with so much force I have to grab the header of the bed so that I won’t fall back on the mattress. My fingers are grasping the wooden panel so intensely that I can feel the wood straining and cracking under my hand. If he keeps going like this, I’m going to rip the fucking thing out.
Two slow and deep thrusts and I let out a scream so loud I’m sure the whole of Manhattan has heard it. I jut my ass back into him as needles of pleasure stab each square inch of my body, like fireworks going off underneath my skin and lightening up my mind.
“I want you to come…” I purr. “I want you to come inside of me, Sebastian…”
He leans into me, his lips against my ear. “I will,” he whispers, pulling his cock out and making me roll over on the bed. Without allowing me even a second to reel from the orgasm, he grabs my legs and puts them over his shoulders. I bend like a willow tree as he sheaths his cock inside of me, its tip hitting that sweet spot of complete destruction. I scream as he goes back and hits it again, my limbs jerking erratically as if I’m being tasered.
“Don’t stop! DON’T STOP!” I scream at the top of my lungs, my voice bouncing back on the walls and filling the whole room as he keeps hitting that tiny and yet so powerful spot inside of me. My whole body trembles as he grabs my legs and leans with his whole body into me, his tip tightly pressed inside of me and completely demolishing me.
I come so violently that even though my eyes are open I can’t see. I cry in pleasure as his cock jerks and gushes a river of cum inside me, his fingers hooked in my thighs like the sting of a scorpion.
I close my eyes, bells ringing in my ears. Am I dead? Is this heaven? His cum drips down my legs like an endless stream, warm and delicious as it slides down my skin. I don’t know if I’m still alive, but this must be heaven.
My whole body, as well as my mind, is numb. I can’t feel a thing, aside from the pleasure that burns in my veins like a drug, of course.
I feel him collapse on the mattress next to me, his breathing hard and ragged. We don’t move for minutes, simply lying there in silence as we reel back from the best sex anyone has ever had in the whole history of mankind. I’m not even kidding.
I roll to the side, my body close to his, and rest my arm over his chest. He looks at me with those serious eyes of his, two windows into the soul of a man I know I will love for the rest of my life.
“I never thought I’d love someone as I love you,” I whisper, my heart now beating more gently inside my chest. I feel like crying; I’m so happy it simply seems unreal. He grabs my hand, squeezing it lightly.
“You’re my everything, Lily…” In his voice there’s no lightness; each word is charged with the intensity of a truth so powerful it’s almost devastating. “I will take care of you, I will love you, I will make you the happiest woman on the whole Earth. I swear it.”
“Just stay by my side, always…” I whisper, knowing that Sebastian is now my whole life. There is no me without him.
“Always, Lily. Al
ways.”
28
Sebastian
Here I am in my perfect life, with my perfect wife. It's been a year now since I met her and everything began. After our whirlwind beginning, things began to settle down, at least in the drama department, where I allowed myself to just sink into love with this girl of my dreams. She had our baby, a handsome young son named Richard, and seeing her pregnant just heightened our relationship. The thought of our baby growing inside of her was such a turn on for me. I have loved Lily's shape as she blossomed and became more curvaceous. I never thought a pregnant woman would turn me on so much, but oh how it did. Now she's pretty much lost the baby weight but she'll always be even more beautiful to me because she is the mother of my child.
"My love," she says, arms full of shopping bags. "I went a little crazy at Restoration Hardware looking for stuff for little Richard's room. Come help me, please."
I'm at her side before she has a chance to even finish the sentence. I love helping her in every way and though she's young, she's proven to be the best mom ever.
"You just couldn't resist, huh?" I say as I'm kissing her.
"Hey, they have the cutest baby stuff. It's unreal." She reaches up to kiss me back and she holds my chiseled face in her now empty hands. "I love you."
"Love you too, babe. Now come in. The chef is cooking, the nanny's on duty so you have a night off, and it's just us."
I love to take care of her and to make her feel supported as a new mom. She doesn't rely on the nanny too much but it definitely allows us time to ourselves which most new parents don't get.
I throw her bags in the corner of the foyer in the penthouse and escort her away.
"Tonight is all about you."
I pull her into the master bath with me where I have prepared the copper claw foot tub for her in anticipation of her arrival. There's music playing and rose petals in the water and around the room. I want her to feel special.
