Again, just for fun, I reached up and licked his balls, letting the full, wet surface of my tongue caress him down there. At the same time I reached around and cupped his astoundingly hot ass in my hands, feeling the muscular cheeks beneath my palms.
All of a sudden, I felt his hands hook under my arms and pull me up. I struggled to my feet and looked at him.
“You must think you’re pretty clever,” he whispered.
“Uh huh,” I whispered back, challenging him.
“You are soooo in for it, Lily.”
“Goooood,” I murmured, a seductive smile on my lips.
He kissed me again, hard, and I felt his hot, wet cock slide across my belly as his arms encircled me and pressed me against him.
Then he pushed me backwards, slowly and gently but forcefully, down onto the bed. I fell onto my ass and collapsed on my back – and he kneeled down in front of me and hooked my legs over his shoulders, one at a time.
“Do you want me to take off my shoes?” I whispered, my voice quivering.
“Naah… leave ‘em on,” he grinned, his smoldering eyes fixed on mine… and then he bent down to the ‘V’ of my legs, keeping eye contact with me the entire way, and kissed me.
It was soft and gentle, a lover’s kiss, from his mouth to my pussy, his warm lips against my wet ones. He used just his lips to stroke me at first, soft and gentle… and then his tongue began to slide out, lapping at my folds, then sloooowly entering me. I gasped and let my head fall back against the mattress. I ran my fingers through his hair and gripped it tight as I felt his tongue go in, and out, and in, and out… and then run wetly up to my clit, where he circled around and around… and sucked at it gently, running his tongue softly over the surface. My hips bucked and I ground my pelvis against his face as I half-screamed, half-moaned – and then he was sliding up my body, his muscular chest hard against my softer curves.
He stopped at my breasts for a good twenty seconds and sucked greedily at one nipple with his mouth while he stroked and kneaded my other breast with his right hand. I arched my back, pressing my chest into his face and palm, wanting to heighten the sensation. He switched mouth and hands, and sucked on my left nipple while he used the tip of his finger on the other, swirling around it wetly, making it harder, heightening the direct line of desire that ran straight from my breasts down to my clit. Then he took both of his hands and pressed my breasts together, forcing the nipples just an inch away from each other – and his tongue slid wetly from one to the other, furiously licking and sucking and stroking as I moaned and tried (futilely) to crush his hips in the vise of my aching, throbbing legs.
Then he moved up further, his skin gliding over my skin, his muscular thighs pressing against mine, and I felt the tip of his cock position itself against the wetness between my legs and slooooowly press inside me.
OH JESUS.
Before the first night we met, I didn’t know how good sex could be.
I didn’t know how good fucking could be.
And until the night when he whispered ‘I love you’ to me, tenderly, sweetly, I never knew how mind-blowing making love could be.
But in the two months since we had been together, I had gone through wrenching withdrawal. I had yearned for his body, I had craved his touch, I had imagined his kisses, I had ached for the feel of his cock filling me up, I had literally wept with frustration some nights as I cried myself to sleep.
And to have it back again – his body against mine, the smell of his cologne and his skin filling my nose, his kisses on my neck and my chin and my lips, the taste of him filling my mouth, and to have that gorgeous, mouthwatering cock sliding inside me again, inch by inch –
I came immediately.
I cried out – hell, I screamed with joy and abandon and release – as his cock slowly pulsed inside me, deeper and deeper, pressing against me, parting me, touching and caressing and filling up my deepest parts. The waves rolled over me, the months of pent-up sexual frustration culminating in a massive orgasm that rocked my core and sent heat-filled shivers up my spine and into my shoulders and rushing down my legs to my toes. I locked my legs around his and rode the wave, feeling him still slowly, slowly entering me, and dug my fingernails across his back.
When I came back to myself maybe ten seconds later, as the spasms receded and the bliss slowly ebbed, I was flushed and slightly damp. He was grinning down at me, his fingers toying with my hair.
“My, somebody’s sexually responsive,” he whispered as he kissed me.
“Somebody’s been sexually deprived,” I said, and bit his lip gently, playfully.
“Can somebody go on?” he asked.
“Somebody’s going to beat your ass if we don’t.”
He laughed out loud, and suddenly it was like we had never left the bed that first weekend in the Dubai.
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He started slowly again, rocking inside me, letting me feel the pressure of his cock filling me up. I moaned and sighed, and he kissed me softly, romantically as I trailed my fingers lightly through his hair, down along his shoulders, and across his muscular back.
“Lily,” he whispered in my hear.
“What,” I whispered back, my eyes closed, my body lost in a dream of pleasure.
“I want you to tell me when you start getting close again. Not right up on the edge of coming – earlier, when you start getting close.”
I opened my eyes and looked at him as he moved in and out of me. “I think you’ll be able to tell,” I teased him.
“Just tell me when it starts to build,” he ordered, his voice husky and low.
I frowned and smiled all at the same time. “What are going to do?”
“I’m going to sexually enslave you,” he grinned, and licked and nibbled my lips and tongue.
“You’ve already done that,” I whispered.
“Mmm… you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
Whoa.
My mind boggled at the thought.
“In the meantime… I’m going to have a little fun,” he said, a sly smile spreading across his face.
“What – ” I started, then gasped as he pulled out to the last couple inches of his cock and pounded in me deep and fast, hard and thick.
He paused… pulled out so very, very slowly, a quarter of an inch per second… and then, after quite a few seconds… suddenly plunged deep inside me again, but arranging the angle of his cock so that it slid against my G-spot in one gorgeous, slippery thrust.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned as he buried himself in me all the way, our hips grinding together.
Then he slowly, slowly, slowly withdrew… and plunged in only a couple of inches. Then out – then in again, but a little farther inside me – then out and in, shallow thrusts now, rubbing my G-spot, making me hunger for him to go deeper – and then he did, our bodies smacking together as his muscled abs slapped against my belly and the enormous girth of his base sent me into flights of ecstasy.
“Just… so you know…” I gasped and moaned as he thrust inside me, rocked back and forth, plunged in all the way, and stroked me deep inside, “…this is fun for me, too…”
He kissed me hungrily as his strokes intensified. Our lips slid wetly, madly over each other, our tongues caressing tongues, lips, skin in our madness to be totally inside each other, one flesh, for him to possess me and me him, too wild and uncontrolled to be contained.
I could feel the first telltale signs, that mounting tension of another orgasm building to a slow boil, when he whispered in my ear, “Are you getting close?”
I’d totally forgotten.
“Kind of…”
“On a scale of one to ten, ten is coming, where are you?”
“Uhhh… an eight, maybe?”
“Good,” he whispered, and then he slid out of me, quick as you please. Not even a wham, bam – just the goodbye, ma’am.
The eight immediately dropped to a five as I felt that luscious pressure leave my pussy.
Now he was sliding down my bo
dy, his mouth stopping to suck on my nipples for a brief second, and then he was going lower.
“Awww, Connor, what are you do– ” I started to complain, until I felt his mouth.
Oh FUCK.
He was licking me again, his tongue filling me up, like he was making out with me – but down below my waist. In and out, swirling around, tickling and teasing and stroking inside me soft as satin. Then he pulled away. His mouth opened over my drenched lips, and his tongue slid across my clit, circling it, sucking it, pressing it with a soft but growing pressure. Two of his fingers slowly entered me, giving me a sense of rapturous fullness as his tongue kept licking and swirling and sliding over my clit.
I quickly felt the five become a six, then a seven, then an eight, then a nine, and I was getting pretty damn close to a ten –
And then he just stopped.
Quit.
Backed off.
The 9.8 crashed back down to a seven.
I opened my eyes and looked at him in shock. He was perched above me on all fours, grinning impishly.
I groaned in agony, my pussy throbbing in unresolved frustration. “You have got to be kidding me!”
“Nope,” he chuckled, and then he forced apart my legs again – and his cock entered me, the swollen head parting my lips, quickly sinking deep inside me, and I gasped as he filled me as deep as he could go.
OHHHH FUCK.
His mouth found mine, and I could taste myself, salty and familiar, as his tongue invaded my lips with the same urgency as his cock thrusting deep between my legs.
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus –
Every pounding thrust brought me closer and closer to orgasm, and I whimpered and moaned as my body tensed, waiting for the massive release –
And then he slid out of me again.
I was about to scream at him, except he didn’t waste any time this go-round, he just plunged his tongue back into my pussy and sucked lovingly at my clit.
My entire body arched and tensed, and my muscles felt like they were made out of steel and piano wire as I felt the wave building, building, building –
And then his lips were gone, the wave collapsed and I was almost crying in frustration –
And then his cock, thick and huge and gorgeous, entered me again and again and again.
Every time he broke off, it was like the bar kept getting set higher for me to get back to orgasm – and every time he started again, he nudged me right up next to the line and left me hanging, only to return again with soft wet licks of his tongue or sensual, powerful thrusts deep inside me.
“Please, please, oh God, please don’t stop, please don’t stop fucking me, please don’t stop, give me your cock, please fuck me, please GOD Connor fuck me,” I begged him the final time, my eyes closed, my body writhing around his cock, tears of frustration actually seeping from my closed eyelids as I balanced right there, right there, just on the edge of orgasm, afraid he would withdraw again and leave me hanging –
But this time he didn’t. He roared like a bull, an animal unbound, gripped my shoulders with his massive hands, and plunged deep inside me, hard and fast and thick and huge and I felt the orgasm finally crest and rip through me like a wave of fire, every muscle in my body tensing as he pounded inside me, my thighs, my calves, my ass, my back, my arms, my jaw all clenched as ecstasy and hormones and power and love and sex all slammed into me from my toes to the tip of my head and I screamed, and I heard him yell, too, his voice choked and anguished as his cock spasmed even thicker and fuller inside me, and I felt a flood of warmth deep inside me as the orgasm raged longer and more powerful and higher and more intense than any he’d ever given me before.
I was still twitching and shuddering with ecstasy, my pussy and clit and body still contracting with light and pleasure and heat when his orgasm was over. He buried his face in the hollow of my neck and nuzzled me as the aftershocks kept coming, then slowly, slowly abated, still powerful but dying out now, and I put my arms around his head and neck and felt like weeping and laughing all at the same time.
He lifted his head wearily and smiled groggily at me, and we kissed soft, and slow, and delicately, our lips swollen and bruised from our earlier passion.
Finally he collapsed against me, his sweat-dappled skin sliding against mine. I could still feel the pulse of his cock inside me, an echo of the earthshaking pleasure from just a few moments before.
“Oh… my… GOD,” I breathed out. “If you wanted to sexually enslave me… mission accomplished.”
He chuckled into my outspread hair and kissed my earlobe. “Good.”
I stroked his skin, ran my fingers through his hair, and felt the afterglow of the orgasm fill me with warmth and peace.
He was still inside me… and still hard.
I whispered in his ear, “…can we do it again?”
He picked up his head and looked at me in surprise.
I ground my hips against his and felt his cock move in me, slick and wet.
“Softer, this time,” I whispered. “And slower.”
“Hell yes,” he whispered back hoarsely, and as he kissed me gently, he began to move inside me again.
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The second time was like I was hypnotized. Everything was almost dreamlike as we stared into each other’s eyes. At the beginning he just rocked inside me slowly as we made out, our tongues caressing, his hands cradling my face. Then he began to circle his hips, swirling and pivoting his cock inside me, pressing inside and against me in all sorts of deliriously sensual ways. At one point he withdrew more than halfway, put all his weight in his hips, and angled his cock upwards so that the head brushed against my g-spot, first soft, then firmer, tiny little movements he did over and over and over, the velvety, swollen tip of his cock pushing me to delicious new heights as he kissed my breasts and sucked on my nipples while caressing my neck and ears and face with his hands.
At one point I rolled him over onto his back with his cock still inside me. Actually, it was more like I pushed on one of his shoulders, and he complied by rolling over. I straddled his body and rode him, my breasts dangling in his face, him sucking on my nipples, his hands grasping my ass firmly, then softly caressing it, squeezing the cheeks, playing with the edges of my lips where they swallowed up his hard, thick shaft. Occasionally he would move his thumb around to the front and stroke my clit, circling it, pressing firmly against it, matching my downward strokes with the most amazing pressure from his hands until I came.
I think I’d already had my third orgasm – and was on the verge of exhaustion – when he couldn’t stand it anymore. He’d shown amazing control so far, but my last bout of enraptured cries must have pushed him over the edge, because he gripped my waist with both his hands and began forcing me down on his cock, plunging me down, his pelvis slapping against my thighs, filling me up with his massive girth as he bucked his hips into me. His face was tormented, his eyes staring at my pussy as he slammed into me over and over, and I couldn’t help screaming from the intensity and pleasure of it all. Finally he cried out, too, and I felt him expand inside me, over and over again, tiny bolts of lightning made flesh, and the relief and ecstasy that filled his face pushed me over the edge for the final time.
I collapsed on his chest, my thighs quivering, my legs completely spent. If I’d tried to walk, I would have fallen down like a newborn deer.
Connor put his arms around me and caressed my back, looping ticklish figure eights across my skin. I rested my head on his chest, which moved up and down with his breathing. I lay there in peaceful bliss, feeling his hands drifting across my skin and listening to his heartbeat pounding, slower and slower, until it finally returned to normal.
“Stay here,” he whispered.
I picked up my head and looked at him, my hair dangling onto his chest.
He smiled at the surprise in my eyes. “I’ve got to go back down… but you can stay here.”
I wanted to, badly.
But my Fairy Godmother’s advice had been pretty
damn good so far, and there was one piece of advice that still whispered in my head:
Always, ALWAYS leave him wanting more.
“…noooo,” I said playfully with a little shake of my head. I answered as though he’d asked me out to brunch, and though I had seriously considered it, I had a lot of shopping to do instead.
His eyes opened a fraction wider in surprise. “What?”
I leaned over, kissed him lightly on the lips, and then rolled off him onto the bed. “Call me when you’re done.”
He lunged and caught my hand before I was completely standing, and pulled me back down onto the bed. I giggled and fought him a little, but gave in as he gave me a long, deep, sensual kiss.
“I’m not kidding,” he said after he pulled away. “Stay.”
“I’m not kidding, either,” I whispered, and kissed the tip of his nose. “Call me after you’re done.”
He watched in shock as I got up from the bed. Sometime during the second bout of lovemaking, I had finally gotten tired of my high heels and had plucked them off. Now I searched the floor for them, my panties, and my bra.
“Are you messing with me?” he asked in wonder.
If only you knew how much I want to stay.
But I was afraid if I did, he might start dreading coming back up to the bedroom.
After all, he’d done something similar before.
I looked back at him, smiled, and shook my head with a little toss of my hair. “Nope.”
He watched me as I walked into the bathroom and left the door half-closed so he couldn’t see me as I cleaned up – but I could still talk to him.
“Come on… you owe me.”
I poked my head around the door. “Really.”
He grinned. “Yeah. That first recommendation to Scott Shaw? Come onnnn. Don’t you want to show your appreciation?”
“I think I did, actually. A couple of times.”
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